Stressreliefx - Stress Relief

[Handsome, goofy, bonobo husband. He pressed a number more of kisses to his face and lips, brief and soft.] Love you too. [He pulled out of himself from that vulnerable place in him.

Wasting a little bit of soul energy to mimic a minor miracle that cleaned up them both of the mess they'd made without needing to leave for a shower. He wanted to keep him here. Close and warm and his.

Even slipped out of Duncan to press Rook between them too of them. Something Duncan had no problem facilitating by squeezing them both into himself as he settled them into laying comfortably together.]

[ He did. He trusted Lucifer implicitly, explicitly, in every way. Especially with that spot. If he used it 'against him' it was for fun and not to take advantage in a bad way.

Rook was well-addled but made pleased noises about the affection, psychic energy stroking over Lucifer, little staticky prickles touching whatever was available while his higher functions were rebooting. His balls would certainly ache before long, but Rook would say it was well worth it. ]

Luv y'...

[ Managed it more on reflex than anything else, his subconscious need to tell Lucifer still in his mental buffer. ]

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[ He was very spoiled, and he’d watch Lucifer as he stroked himself, licking his lips in anticipation. Shuddering when Lucifer backed away and started getting dressed. Fuck, he loved this whole… situation here. ]

Yes, luv. Wouldn’… wanna make any extra work for her.

[ He’d use his hand to get the cum from his stomach and lick it up, eyes slipping closed. Once he wouldn’t drip, he’d slip off the desk and kneel down beside it, tongue getting to work cleaning off the top. Might even be an extra good bonobo and tighten up the screws that had been rattled loose with their fucking. ]

M’only complaint is that I can kinda taste the cleanin’ spray…

[ Would rest his cheek on the desk once he was done, swallowing and gently palming himself. ]

[Hummed approval for the screws when he heard them turning.

Rook, being done, he came over and pet fingers through his hair. Very purposefully, now and then, skirting the edges of that spot behind Rook’s ear.]

Hah! Poor thing. Give me a little while and you can get a better taste if you like. [Chuckling on that low baritone. Not the one that meant danger. The one that was full of fondness and a touch of lewdness.]

For now, do you wish to stay here? Or should I take us home? Are you feeling alright? [Checking in as he was want to do when toying around with Rook’s libido.]

[There’s the bonobo he knows and loves. Earned a brief and groan interrupted chuckle. Thrusts unsteady through Rook’s orgasm. Gaze darkening as he rode through it. Swiping thumb through what was still on abdomen to have his own taste. He put in all the work to make it, after all.

Then he withdrew from Rook, taking his own cock in hand to add to the pooling mess there with a few firm and quick strokes. Bucking into the circle of his fingers as he spilled out. Making sure there was plenty to make Rook lick up. He deserved that as much.

He gave one of Rook’s thighs a squeeze before he stepped away to give him space and freedom.] Make sure to get all of it. Wouldn’t want to make the cleaning lady deal with it instead. Poor thing struggles enough with the blood some days. [Smug and retrieving strewn about clothing. He would put Rook’s in a neat pile on nearby visitor’s seat, at least. While putting on the minimum of his own.]

ooc;

ok so if anyone is curious as to how this mess with lucifer started it was a crack discussion that got way out of hand so for context: here's some of the mini rp

(warning for nsfw topics, touching on abuse from the hands of people they've cared about and other things, also some naughty business.)

the real nitty gritty rp when it went full serious is:

here

(nsfw fun times here, also valentino shows up to be a dick but nothing happens except him getting his ass beat)

its not finished by any means and all that but u know, i think asche writes beautifully so i had to add what we have so far~ <3

@burningfeathersx

He was a man of boxer briefs. Goofy ones at that, usually. Dark blue with a repeating pattern of sharks. He wasn't personally a fan of sharks. He'd been trying to appeal to someone--and consistently interrupted. He hadn't changed them out yet. Didn't exactly plan out this situation, either. All that to say, the bite certainly made his arousal throb hard and weep more.

Choking on his own attempt to hold in a haggard shout of pain-pleasure-pain?pleasure? "Fuck!" Came out of him directly after.

No one fucking did that. Excluding Vox, very recently as a solution to a problem, and Stanley who did that shit for fun. No one just came up and hurt him for pleasure.

Intimately and keenly aware that Diet was holding back and a bit more pressure would break skin. Hell, if he tensed his thigh, he could make them break skin. If he jerked the leg, even. Any number of changes would get teeth in his leg. It's tempting.

He doesn't. That's not--he can't. Diet didn't agree to that. Couldn't put that on Dietrich anymore than anyone else around him. No matter how bad the worst parts of him wanted to fill the Stan shaped hole.

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut instead. Focusing on the sensation in full, instead. It's still good. Still keeps him breathing hard and fisting his hands trapped under Dietrich's. Still thrums through his senses.

[ Let out a rumble of a laugh once more at the reaction, very satisfied with the torture he was indeed inflicting.

Belt would go, and trousers would get undone and unceremoniously shoved down past Lucifer's knees. Could smell that pre. He'd let a warm gust of breath go over that damp underwear and the concealed boner, getting his mouth open wide to give a bruising bite around Lucifer's left thigh.

Might have broken a little skin, but he was careful to avoid the big veins and arteries, letting his tongue drag and circle along the sensitive inner thigh area. Groaned. Could certainly bite a lot harder-- wouldn't even be difficult-- but he was doing juuuust enough to wreck him without actually wrecking him. ]

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fucking someone to the point they go from talking back and being bratty to being a nonverbal whimpering mess is a need

[Rook was a great sight. A more fantastic sound. Always attuned to noise more than anything. His husband really liked to talk and he really hit a sweet spot on praise and vocal-ity. Tended to make Lucifer’s spine tingle.

Had him taking a hand off hip to reach up and settle around Rook’s throat, pressing fingers along the man’s jaw and chin. Stare getting keen on his husband’s mouth. Palm against his throat. Holding without squeezing. though it was easy to brace the grip against resistance of collarbones at the same time to stop the same jostle he’d been enjoying. Make the thrusts a bit deeper and more jarring for Rook.

Leaning down and over him, against him, trapping member between stomachs, and kissing the man’s bottom lip. Making a very raw and pleased sound back. An entreating sound, too. He could rarely think around Rook’s body, but he did adore the man’s voice.]

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Not the most important bit, but, well, Duncan is a very handsome man an’ we’re lucky for him.

[ Rook would lick his lips, watching Lucifer strip, and then moaned, quickly getting fully hard in Lucifer’s grip, legs wrapping around behind the Fallen’s thighs. ]

Mmm, fuck– ‘course, luv.

[ He’d make a ‘come hither’ gesture and the drawer would open and the lube would quickly make its way to easy grabbing difference for Lucifer, hovering in place. ]

Been thinkin’ of me while y’workin’?

You ask as though you don’t waltz in here from time to time at your peak bonobo hours. [He drawled, voice husky, but steady. As he took up bottle and drizzled to slick the strokes around them both. A fun way to prep up.]