"Good To Know." About His Differences In Bodies. To Be Fair, He Had His Own Little Hangups To Work Through.

Always took a moment for him to process things on the other side of teleportations and portals.

When he did catch up, he was a little dumb struck. That sure is Irene in a sweet little number. Mostly sweet because it's Irene.

Then she's in his space. Up against him, warm and--Look, okay, he loved her. Hit him like a brick in the face for a second. Hands up to hold onto her waist, soft leather on exposed skin. Lost a quip to that kiss that came with a soft exhale against her lips when it parted.

Set him back a couple seconds on cognition again. Insecure?

"'Rene, you've got nothin' to worry about." It's a weak, but honest assurance. He was already a bit chubbed up against her hip before she even got to other talking points.

Like pegging. Which brought some heat forward into his face. Though some of her wording had him concerned in a different way.

"You don't have to do that--unless you find enjoyment." He brushed some of her hair behind her ear and otherwise trailed some of it between fingers.

"I'm a very guilty service switch." Used to be most a service-top. But...well, things seemed to have changed. More an even flip while wearing Duncan, at least. "I want to be what makes you feel good."

Lucifer would be treated to a rather exquisite sight when he appeared, Irene bent over the edge of the bed with her phone still in her hands. She’d be undressed, wearing only a black and crimson matching lace bra and panty. When she hears his voice she straightens up some, tossing her loose hair over her shoulder as she gives him a sparkling smile.

“Aha~ I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away~” She coos, straightening up fully and walking to him to slide her arms around his neck. She leans up to kiss him, slow and purposeful as one hand slides down to twist itself in his tie.

“I…was feeling a little…feeling insecure you could say, so I figured what better way to solve that then to do a nice sex about it?” She whispers against his lips. “I uh…bought an attachment for myself to help pleasure you since I don’t have..well since I don’t have a dick.”

She kisses him again, smiling against his lips. “I wanna be able to give you everything you could ever want…so..how about it?”

What I wanted is my Pride and pride back. [In a complex and layered way.

If he'd just...cooperate. As if Pride could read his mind. As it was, he hardly knew what he was looking for exactly.

Lucifer was constantly penned up that way. Water tight. Took a lot to spring a leak in him.

When Pride reached for the sunglasses, his own hand slowly slid down to Pride's neck. Those hands really had a way of getting all the way around things like arms and necks and even legs. He didn't squeeze, but it is a warning.

Pride could take them off. But he would have to be mindful what he found.]

[It was hard for Lucifer to look at what Pride tried to show him.

If nothing else he had always been 'light-bringer'. Even when his halo had turned into something of a black hole after the Fall. Until recently--he'd started giving off light around his edges again. Like a secret.

That wasn't what he was here to think about. He was back to being where he could look at Pride's mouth while he was speaking. He didn't sense a Lie, he realized, after a moment. Pride really did think he was Top Tier Hot Shit.

Still did. A shiver traveled up his spine, unbidden. He hid that with a trace of thumb pad over Pride's lips when he finished speaking. Pride though he was powerful and a force to reckon. At least right now. And back then.

There's another undercurrent to what Pride was telling him. He'd bow, would he? Kneel, too, he bet. Maybe not in front of anyone other than him. He knew that sentiment. Lucifer could count on one hand how many times he'd gotten on his own knees. Willingly, at least. It's a powerful notion that Lord of Boundless Ego himself would bow.

He almost hated this was working.]

Is that how you would talk to me if I fucked you against that wall? [He flicked a look toward said nearby wall then back to Pride's face again. Or would the praise be much more raw and personal, he wondered.]

I let you make one whole painting and have an absurd amount of cropped pictures... [He knew Rook wasn't making a threat, but it sounded a little bit like one due to his very complicated relationships of seeing his own face anywhere. Even mirrors he sort of struggled with.

He enjoyed dipping the carbs in the eggs and tomatoes. It's a finger food and he appreciated that. Didn't think much of licking his fingers clean, either. Or lounging while he ate. He had a pretty good view for it not being at one of the Rookery windows, too.]

Your cooking is the only time I really do enjoy it. [An honest moment.] It's usually tedious to eat.

Too much of a temptation t'show off for you when I ensare y'for a while. [ Nodded at the reminder. He'd get himself cleaned up shortly. Maybe play with some of the toys they had around too, if he really wanted to get Lucifer's attention again. Too busy reveling in the moment, though.

Really did just get a deep satisfaction from people (especially those he cared about) enjoying the food he made for them. ]

M'gonna have t'paint you jus' like... enjoyin' a meal one day. Really capture that appreciation an' the way y'savour stuff quietly.

[Pulled him in closer somehow.

Okay, you're here. Still.]

Don't do it again.

[Came rasping harshly out of him by Pride's ear in this little interlude. Lucifer was an infernal mess like the rest of them. Everything important always came out wrong. Like threats and violence.

He was always trying a little harder for the short list of people that got close enough to bother for.

P.S. he knew there was no promise to be made, it would likely happen again.]

[ He fucking knew - it was why he'd felt so compelled to apologize despite that being incredible out of character for him. It had been asking too much to have Lucifer regulate Pride's stupid starvation, pain, hunger spiral that he had full capacity to figure out himself - just hadn't wanted to.

Pride had discovered regret too. He was having it every stupid day for every stupid decision that he had a tendency to make. Mostly for making the people suffer who he didn't actually want to suffer. Wanted a LOT OF PEOPLE TO SUFFER, to be clear.

But not Lucifer.

Pride heard his quickened breaths and his movements paused for just a bit, something in his chest clawing at him. Guilt, regret, hurt, sorry. All in the back of his head as the hand still on Lucifer's leg went upwards further than its partner, pressing against his chest warmly - reassuringly.

Still here. Wanted to stay there. Wanted to be there.

Turned his head enough to kiss Lucifer again, though this one much less aggressive. More solid and slow. It's okay. Reassurances that he could give without saying them out loud. ]

nsft body info

duncan has a mild length (5 to 6 inch range), but girthy as heck dick (real soda can situation) and a matching pair. he is 'uncut'. his butt’s toned with a little bit of softness like the rest of his physique. nips are kind of small and dark tinted. his dick’s light skinned and so it gets pinker, sometimes redder, than the rest of him when he’s aroused. he’s bulky and square and hard with that slight healthy padding. heavy and stone built. fair tall. he has sparse body hair. Kind of thin and nearly invisible most places and frequently entirely shaven off by lucifer, heh. he gets to feeling itchy about it when he's wearing duncan. duncan cares less and will get stubbly in the facial hair department very quickly (and his sparse hair elsewhere will come back during that time).

lucifer has below mild length (3-4ish inches) and is not very girthy. he’s petite and kind of ‘fun sized’ in that department. he was not created with foreskin. has no visible outward scrotum, his anatomy has kept all of that internal. about where they should be he is soft and a little puffy even when he’s not aroused. when he is aroused, he has a clitoris that gets pretty swollen and visible. not a generous amount of labia present, but enough to look a little bit frilly or petal like. there is a puffiness that comes from arousal that isn’t present when not. lucifer’s skin tone was lacking a color and he did get very blue when aroused, but as recently been regaining his healthy copper tones which gives him a duskier/darker shade of blue to his male genitalia. Though his female genitals still become a more vibrant blue shade. his breasts aren’t very big and are barely enough to cup in hands or slightly more than that. His nips are pretty big, but defined and also darker/duskier than the rest of his skin. His butt is toned, but that is hidden by a generous amount of softness that rounds it off. his overall physique is androgynous as well as athletic or ‘dancer like’ with slightly more muscle mass than that. very small, elegant, and powerful rolled into one. (He flushes up with that blue color as his blood is a shade of darker blue that gets into areas like his lips and tongue etc) he has no body hair, naturally, that isn't decorative like his head hair and eyebrows etc. he also has no belly button as he wasn't "born" like a mammalian creature.

Duncan has no piercings, but will be adorned on occasion with a ring or a cage. The ring is usually something of a spelled bit of gold metal that serves a purpose similar to cage, but has a lot more elasticity to prevent dangerous pinching even when hard. The cages are less so, but are very fancy and filigreed as well as day-to-day discreet. Lucifer wears these when in Duncan for his own 'comfort' as he gets annoyed with his own emotive erections often. He really goes out of his way to pen himself up in everything he does. Lucifer, out of host, has gotten more receptive to the idea of decorating himself. He has gotten a number of piercings and wears quite a bit more decorative jewelry for them, his hands, his ears, and even his horns and wings when he has those as well as a septum.

He has also gotten 'play' jewelry for the benefit of Rook's telekinesis. This includes his nipples, a reverse prince albert, and a clitoral hood.

The make and styles of these tend to be his usual subtle elegant style with use of rubies and obsidian inclusions. Though he has been known to vary to suit an occasion.

He nearly didn't catch that her handed was headed places. Distracted.

Wasn't until she got hold of him through layers of fabric that he hissed in a surprised breath, fingers that had been circling her clit around pausing. He got hold of the offending wrist and guided it away to hold against the small of her back. He wasn't ready to be touched yet. His clear head was stored in the trapped dick at the moment.

"Don't worry. You'll have run of that in a moment." He promised, voice on the fat side with desire. Thick finger delved between folds and in deep. Second joining shortly after. Mindful, but wanting her to feel slightly overwhelmed. Always eager for sounds. Followed up his actions with nice wall stroking thrusts of those fingers. "I'll be all yours. Whatever you want, love." A more breathless assurance.

He just wanted a little something for him, first.

The kisses along her neck send shivers along the length of her body, a soft giggle bubbling from her lips as her back arches with the kisses along her spine. She hears the words whispered against her skin, closing her eyes. This is what she had been craving, his undivided honest attention. No feelings or thoughts stealing his mind away from her. Just…them. Together.

She basks in it like a cat in the warm sun, stretching her arms out and pressing her ass against his hand when his fingers capture her panties to slide them down. She was glistening already, aching to be touched and she’d give a happy mewl when he obliged.

“Ah…Lucifer..Mmm~” She lifts her head to look back towards him, biting her lip as she pushes against his fingers. The feeling of the soft leather on such sensitive skin felt so different, and it was making her quiver. She reaches an arm back, attempting to touch him. Stroke him. Reach any part of him she could. If she was able to reach that aching tent in his pants even better.

He was certainly opened up.

Took an impressive amount of self control not to tense back up at the loss. A nasally, breathy, whine breaking quarantine.

Fuck, okay, maybe he bit off a lot here. That became really crystal when he finally got too good of a feel of Dietrich dragging his cock along him. That's a gut wrecker. The realization felt delirious. Still horny, but a lot more concerned.

The tapering glans was hardly the worst, even gave him some forewarning. Still made the most embarrassing fucking sound when the stretch and resistance came. So much for breathing calm for the hitch that came with the warble of a whine.

Forgot he was supposed to be pinned and yanked a hand free from Diet's grip to cover his face with his arm. He was so fucking exposed and he wasn't used to breaking down in front of the wolfman.

That was good. That's what he wanted.

Once he was confident he wouldn't cause too much of an issue, he'd pull his fingers free, angling to get a satisfied look at that hole of his, all prepped and ready.

"Been good so far, can have reward," he'd growl out, finally freeing himself from his jogging pants, slicking the red length of his cock up as he pressed the sheathe right back. A good nine inches and thick, pointed at the end, the knot just starting to swell near the base. He'd let it rest a moment over Lucifer's cock, teasing, even let it leave a wet smear of pre against the Fallen's stomach before he'd draw his hips back enough to press that first inch slowly inside.

"Nice and easy, there we go..."

Shirt first, huh? Curious choice, if you asked him. Used to people going belt first, honestly.

But the layers complaint was an all too common one. So he obliged. Got his hands off her, but doubted she'd mind if he could slip the fabrics off faster than she could. Which, with how much practice he had getting in and out of suits, he certainly could.

He did groan into the exchange of kisses for the teasing grind she was giving him. Can't be helped. Getting suit coat and button up shirt off, along with tie, and the distraction of her pressed up against him so intimately did make for slightly uncoordinated kisses. It's a trade-off. But he kept them honest and as well-met as possible. She seemed to like them. Wanted her like them. Wanted her to feel good and remember her confidence.

He broke the changed to pull the last layer off his torso for her. The undershirt had to come up over his head to join the small pile he was leaving behind his back on the desk. Better? He even left the gloves off and put behind him too.

Surprising lack of scars on his chest and arms. Just smooth skin padded over stone built muscle. Back had four slit shape scars, unseen. Hands were a bit..gnarled up. Duncan's profession in life had made them rough and the callouses had only ever gotten a bit softer on the pads and palms.

He was, by this point, giving himself over to her whims. Seemed he always had a little more experience than the other person on how to give up some control in intimate moments. He had limits, but...they were looser somehow.

Lucifer leaned back in close with his face once he was out of the worst of the suit layers to give something of an appeasement nibble to her jaw near her chin. Sneaking hands to her waist. Tugging her shirt from being tucked and smoothing skin over her sides underneath. Only fair he got a bit of skin-to-skin for being so well behaved~

Her lips part as his thumb brushes over them, brows furrowed as she bites down on the tip of his thumb with an expression of indignant anger. How dare he laugh at her, especially in a moment like this! She had half a mind to-!

But then his lips were on hers and she could think of nothing else. Her lips were soft and malleable against his, eager to accept his kiss. God how she adored kisses. Her arms slide up as he pulls her closer, now wrapping around his neck to keep him close as her own tongue followed his without hesitation.

She’s eager to take that step between his legs, taking advantage of the control he gave her as the thigh he currently rubbed against would begin to gently grind against him.

One arm slips from her grip on his shoulders, sliding down to begin pulling at his shirt without breaking the kiss . Damn these layers. She wanted them OFF but not enough to actually stop kissing him.