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[Broke into a laugh when he took some mercy by taking his nibbling teeth away. Stars, that was a lot of liquids. Worth it for a moment of driving Rook out of his mind for a little while. He gave nicer kisses to the bridge of his nose and gently cradled his chin in hand. Laughed softened by the end of it, knowing he had special privileges with that spot. Rook actually enjoyed it with him rather than feeling forced to react the way it made him.]

[ He practically thrummed at the affection, squeezing Lucifer where he could while he was in those arms. But then it was like being struck by extremely pleasant lightning, and he was making an absolute mess on both of them, breath going from hitched and shuddery gasp to breathless whine, and then repeated whimpers as it continued, body involuntarily writhing against the pleasure but unable to break Lucifer's hold. He couldn't even form thoughts while that spot was being so heavily abused. ]

[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.]

[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.]

break me

break me different

break me safe

break me hard

break me soft

i have cracks and the crevices need new glue

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[Can't just do that. (Though Pride obviously could and would do that.) It's intense and over cements the close twisting tie of his emotions and his libido. Steals a breath out of him and he dug dull teeth into the spot under Pride's ear. That's not fair.

Not that he wasn't hard and panting hot against skin in seconds. Awkwardly hunched to keep Pride to himself, almost.

Be mine, be mine, be mine. It is wildly delirious to be getting his emotions metaphorically kicked around and then be caught up intimately in someone's hands. Fingers got into Pride's hair to pull and tilt his head a bit more back where he could kiss him again. Muffling a shaky moan in it.]

[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.]

I’m in the mood to put the dom in domestic.

Yes, I want to completely ruin you with my hands and mouth until you’re shaking and unable to speak more than a few words. I want you to feel like depraved and dirty had never looked or sounded more lovely than when you were moaning for me. I want your spirits high and your energy so low that you are balancing in a blissful state of half-aware consciousness.

But, I also want to have scrubbed the bath and washed the towels prior so that I can help you get cleaned up and maybe run you a bath. I can replace the bedding while you finish washing up or drying off. I want to put on music from the kitchen just loud enough so that you can lay in bed and know exactly where to find me should you need anything - so that you know I’m there for you - and cook a meal that I know you’ll love.

I know it sounds like a lot of effort on my end, but if someone so adorable and precious is going to let me take care of them, how could I not want that?

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[ Rook liked the intensity of it, especially when he concentrated on the way the pen scored those lines into the paper and left its trail of ink behind. Shuddered a bit about it. ]

Oh, well. I know y’could always stop me if I did somethin’ you really didn’ like.

But I do also know how, ah, stuff down here works. So I appreciate the risk. Plus I won’ lie I do get a nice lil Prideful thrill whenever I get t’call you m’husband, got you all wrapped around m’finger in this gay as fuck relationship an’ family an’ everythin’. Y’mine an’ I’m yours, jus’ ‘cause we decided we want it like that.

[ Wouldn’t call him on the blush directly but would take it as an excuse to get even hammier about the affection. ]

[The push on the haminess certainly spread the color across his nose bridge and a bit into his cheeks. Fucking. Stones. Made his ears start burning enough for him to notice and reach up to rub at one of the edges of one. Not used to the sensation when he occupied Duncan.

He stood up suddenly and scooped Rook. Putting him over shoulder with arm banded across the back of his knees to start walking with him. Taking a brief pause to smack him on the butt as he stepped them through time-space in a jump to get them to the house.]

Menace.

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[ He wouldn’t turn down even more affection from Lucifer, humming into the kiss, edging back and forth across the line of sweet and chaste and getting messy about it. ]

How lucky am I t’have a husband who takes such care organisin’ things for my comfort.

[ Licked his lips, enjoying the buzz lingering there from the kiss. ]

The paddin’ is good. Helps remind me not t’jus’ break out of them when I get desperate.

Least I can do for someone that would willingly cramp themselves under a desk like that for me. [Lucifer picked up pen to write on the documents each in turn. Taking time and diligence like he did for most things.]

Or call me husband. [A quiet truth spoken in that. Signing first paper and setting it to the side into a desk organizer that had some papers in it already. They’d be collected and redistributed once he left for the day.]

wow what a pretty boy...he would look beautiful writhing in pain and crying in agony