Stressreliefx - Stress Relief

[The maneuver with the shoe was a bit of a dirty trick in a way. Lucifer could get into a headspace where he was very much actively aroused--and ignore it. Couldn't very well ignore it while attention was pressing along the very expression of it.

Didn't have to play up the tension in his shoulders anymore. Or newly in his thighs. Next breath less even. Much more aware of his own aching again. Felt stepped on despite Rook never having put any weight behind it.

Attention pinpoint until he heard a zip and caught sight of something that admittedly watered his mouth. He'd always be a sucker (hah, pun possibly intended) for oral. He'd always been most engaged with his mouth and hands getting onto his partners.

Hardly needed the touch in his hair to tip his head and arch toward the offering. Always enjoyed Rook's voice, enjoyed he was a talker, kept his sound-loving self well fed, but he felt like talking himself in that moment was a hinderance and a speed-bump to what he wanted to fill his mouth instead.

For Rook he certainly didn't mind seeming overeager. He lolled tongue out as a landing pad with lips parted. Gaze up at Rook an entreat.]

[ He was a singular sort. Grinned down at the sight of Lucifer as he was, licking his lips in sincere and unabashed, adoring lust. Drinking him in and committing the sight to memory, since he couldn't ask to paint him just now. ]

Now don' you jus' look like a right treat... Lucky if I ever make something that looks half as good.

[ He'd trace the tip of his shoe against the seam and zip of Lucifer's trousers, along the cramped underside of his cock, just enough to really torture the poor thing. ]

Not jus' yet, though. Y'know I always worry about you eatin' well, luv.

[ Rook was happy enough to get his own fly undone, trousers unbuttoned, to let his cock out, curling just a little to the side as he reached down to get a hand threaded through Lucifer's hair to the back of his skull, pulling the Fallen forward a bit, head tilted back. ]

Hungry?

"I don't neeeed--" Thumb pad found his glans and his breath hitched hard. His thigh was still echoing pain to him and it reverbed off the slick friction given. He didn't need prep, that's the sort of horrid masochist he was.

"As if there's patience for this shit!" He snapped finally followed by a gasp as the mix skittered along his spine. Restless as the rest of him. "There's lubricant in my fuuuuucking suit coat." He added as he reminded himself people did not generally like to physically destroy their partners.

He was no stranger to the roughness of sex, of walking away a little bloody after an encounter.

But conversely, he hadn't exactly cleared much with Lucifer, though did know he healed. Was going by 'he's powerful and would be able to stop him if he really crossed a line' and 'he decided to fuck around with a werewolf' and just doing his best here.

Amused when he figures out what the pattern is on the underwear. Seemed different to what he was used to for the Fallen.

"Not sure you have patience to prep if wanting that," he'd rumble out at Lucifer's nice little cry from the bite. Had to move his mouth off the thigh, but he'd certainly left some bruises there and some shallow scrapes where his teeth had dragged.

Gonna tease his claws on his free hand under Lucifer's boxer briefs, swipe one of those textured paw pads on his thumb tip across the wet head of his cock.

Yes we all know and love power play, but what about the inverse?

Instead of being forced to kneel for the mafia boss or alpha werewolf or huge hulking demon... they kneel for you.

Big broad shoulders trembling as you deny them for the fourth time. Holding back growls as you yank them around by their horns, put their head where you want it. Hearing that deep, usually confident voice shake as they beg to be allowed to come.

I think that's even more hot. Knowing they could end you, but instead choose to let you treat them like a plaything.

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Y’still an infernal bein’ of incomparable majesty t’me, at least. [ Would smooch his cheek. ]

It’s a good thing you have such a large desk f’either. Discomfort can be part of the fun, but only if someone uncricks y’neck after if it’s too cramped.

[ Smiled and softly snorted at the request. ] Ah, might be a bit of a tough call… Y’know how easy it is f’God-worship t’spring up. Like tryin’ t’stop mint from growin’ once it gets its roots in. If I find out about anywhere that fits, though, I’ll let you know, luv.

[ He’d nod and let go of Lucifer, hopping up to sit on the side of the desk for the moment, idly swinging his legs back and forth. ]

Alright. After y’done then maybe we can both get our reward an’ go home.

I know you will. We will hop the first ticket there.

[He watched Rook a moment. Then stepped to the side to line back up with Rook. He was a little bit of a pull on Lucifer in general. He just wanted to kiss him. And he did. Hands petting along his sides while he did. Lingering a little too long, but managing to break away to sit after that.]

I learned after the first time you got under there to have it customed crafted for dimensions. [He drawled while reading over one document followed by another.] And for the padded wrist cuffs I can attach under there.

[It’s hard work to keep Rook satisfied.]

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Mmm, well. Y’can blame humans for it, at least. Bureaucracy is a plague on society I don’ think even Hell’s most fucked up minds could have come up with originally.

[ He would take another moment, then push himself back up onto his feet, going to grab his pants at least. ]

There is at least some fun with the whole fuckin’ someone over your desk or havin’ them under it, at least.

[ Once partially clothed, he’d come around behind Lucifer, leaning over him to also look at the paperwork, shamelessly and not at all subtly groping Lucifer’s pecs through his shirt. ] 

Anythin’ I can help with, t’make m’wonderful, sexy husband’s life a lil easier?

Truth enough. All these trappings are very...human. [Blech. Shook out his shoulders a moment like a tingle went up his spine.]

Heh, quite. You fit nicely in both spaces. [He smirked freely about that. Doing a brief and goofy alternating flex of his chest while Rook had hold of it before he refocused, sighing.] Steal me away to a Godless planet with alien extravagance where you and those we love can live outside of all this? [He was joking the same way someone might suggest winning the lottery might solve all the problems.

The paperwork was endless as the drawer was technically more space than it seemed. Some of it was his shipping business. More of it was just...Infernal drudgery. Deal records and suggested nefarious activities and complaints and promotion bids and the like.

He reached in and removed three papers to set on the desk.] I should get these done and the rest can wait.

[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. ]

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[ Rook knows Lucifer loves him like precious few others. He just wanted to hear it out loud every now and then. Rationed them out, like they were precious treasures, because they were. He’d let Lucifer take his time, keeping up little affectionate touches. Would lean forward enough and lift Lucifer up to bring their lips together, just a tad awkwardly with the angle. ]

Thank you. You do look extremely good on y’knees, when y’are there. Always make sure I appreciate the sight.

[ Hummed, tilting his head. ]

There might be a lot of hate in there, true, but there’s love too, as we both know. An’ other things besides those. Y’more than jus’ the hate, but it is part of you too. But I do also know y’pretty much the strongest bein’ I’ve encountered in terms of Who You Are, an’ you still Choose how t’act, even when y’seethin’ with rage an’ hate, an’ fuck do I admire that, even if I don’ always agree with the outcome.

[He’d teared up a little despite himself. Drops of water at eye corners while he’d been speaking. Couldn’t help that. It’s a vulnerable thing he does for Rook, baring out tenderness. Though it often felt like something of his shoulders afterward. He returned the kiss warmly and blinked his eyes clear.]

Heh. [Humored until the more serious bit. The bit that made him pull Rook down where he could hold him with his head on the man’s chest.] Fat good it does me. Or anyone else.

[It was complicated.

The longer he had that kiss the less anger bubbled up. The less vitriol was in the kiss. He'd been worried, okay?

He tried to chug fucking holy water and...

The kiss broke and Lucifer stayed in close. Breaths sharp and short. His own hands got up to the sides of Pride's neck, thumbs brushing over jaw corners. Hitching with nose pressed to the Sin's cheek as Pride's hand found what it was looking for, a semi-firm outline.]

[ Pride was no more a fan of being on his knees than Lucifer was, but in some cases... He could make an exception. This was one such exception, and though he let out a sound into Lucifer's mouth as he was forced down, he didn't make any effort to change their position, hands bracing against Lucifer's thighs as he forced them apart and snuck in as close as he could to the seat of that chair.

Yes, he was an asshole. An asshole that was currently gripping tightly to pant leg with one hand while the other was coasting upwards to touch and feel and press. If he wanted to be aggressive and angry and bothered, then take it out on Pride right then. The Sin was more than fine with that, so long as it was Lucifer. ]

And disturb all that art you've mad--oh, you mean with your invisible feelers. [He could be intelligent with a budding erection, shh. He did take a pause to hold tie away and he leaned over and laved tongue over one of those perky bits of Rook's chest. Teeth scraping before he pulled up and away again.]

Hm, sure.

Well. I suppose you'll jus' have t'take it off then...

[ Faux innocent at him, even as he shivered from the touch, nips perking in anticipation. He did, presently, have boxers on, slung low on his waist, though that was it. The cream was hand-whipped and flavoured with champagne. As a treat. ]

I can help, if y'like.

If his thigh was, he wasn't the least bit worried about it.

"You don't have to beg, Irene. Not this time." An honest rumble of a statement near her ear. Recently 'cleaned' hand already cupping a lower cheek and squeezing to keep her close. He'd known from the first stammer and hesitant attempt to back out of a heart felt statement that she wasn't primed to have her ego played with.

Couldn't earn her trust if he broke her to her knees and started treating her like a toy. Gotta save that up for when she knew she wasn't just a warm body to rut into. That takes some showing and doing, not just some promising. Knew that from rote in experience of his own.

The look she'd given him had also sealed that envelope on the matter of how he was going to behave.

Abdomen did flutter under her hand as it was skimming downward. Couldn't avoid that or the hopeful way his arousal perked between them. Much as he was minding her more than himself, he wasn't running anywhere near cold-blooded.

While the hand on her ass was enjoying it's place, the other was teasing a touch through her hair. He's undoing whatever updo is going on. For kicks. Nothing wrong with mussing up a well made look. She got her kiss and another before he was speaking warm and confident again,

"What do you want, hm? Only thing I don't do is get on my knees." But there were ways to improvise if she had certain things she was wanting. He knew his way around his own restriction. "Just ask." She really didn't have to beg today.

There’d be resistance to him pulling his fingers out, her thighs attempting to keep his hand trapped but she was too weak at the moment to truly stop him. A whine escapes her when he breaks the kiss, lips pursing into a pout. She’d get flustered all over again however watching him lick his fingers, a pang shooting through her belly and blood rushing to her cheeks.

God, why did you make the devil so hot? And why did you make her heart so easy?

“S-Shuddup!” Irene’s protest is as weak as her hand giving his chest a half hearted whap before she tilts her face away as if she’d be able to hide it in this position. “I…I don’t..usually…”

She turns her face back to him, attempting to regain what composure she could while leaning naked and dripping against his body. She was certain his thigh must have been soaked by now. There was another pang now, this one in her chest that reflected in her eyes as she looks up at him. She parts her lips to speak, but decides instead to try for more kisses.

“W-we’re not done yet…I…I have more hollering I want to do..” Soft kisses along his jaw, a hand sliding along his stomach. “I’ll beg..just this once…touch me more please~”