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Lucifer is always controlled in sex.
he takes great pride in watching you come undone, in hearing you beg for him, again and again. but it is uncommon for the opposite to happen. to have him fall apart first feels like an accomplishment, on the rare occasion you manage it.
he takes great pride in watching you come undone, in hearing you beg for him, again and again. but it is uncommon for the opposite to happen. to have him fall apart first feels like an accomplishment, on the rare occasion you manage it.
tonight is no different.
he is entirely composed, as always, seated on the edge of his bed with you settled in his lap. his feathers rustle quietly as he kisses you; his horns catch the light of the flickering candles on his walls.
he is entirely composed, as always, seated on the edge of his bed with you settled in his lap. his feathers rustle quietly as he kisses you; his horns catch the light of the flickering candles on his walls.
you trail a hand over a wing as he drops his head to nip at your neck, teeth catching your collarbone. he gives a pleased sound when you jerk against him in response. you shift to twine your fingers through his hair, brush a thumb against the base of an obsidian horn.
there is a pause to his movements. a faint shiver runs through him.
you barely notice it. you& #39;re far more focused on his hands, firm on your waist. his claws scrape your skin as they play along the edge of your shirt.
you barely notice it. you& #39;re far more focused on his hands, firm on your waist. his claws scrape your skin as they play along the edge of your shirt.
his mouth, too, holds your attention. his kisses are measured, the movement of his tongue as it slips between your lips deliberate. he wants you to need more, to ASK for more, wants you to grow frustrated so he can tease you for your impatience.
you kiss him harder, grind down against his thigh to let him feel how much you want him. your fingers close around his horns; they fit perfectly between the hard ridges. when Lucifer smirks against your lips and starts to pull back, you tug on his horns in protest.
and he moans.
and he moans.
you freeze. slowly, you release his horns. his spine has gone stiff, his fingers curled sharply at your sides, and for a moment, you think you& #39;ve hurt him. but when you ask, he shakes his head, his cheeks red and gaze averted.
"it didn& #39;t hurt."
oh.
"it didn& #39;t hurt."
oh.
you return your hands to his horns. this time, when you rub against the sensitive skin at the base, you FEEL him shudder. he kisses you again, harder this time. trying to regain control, you think.
you don& #39;t let him.
you don& #39;t let him.
you trail your fingers up, following the spiraling shape. his breath comes hot and shaky against your lips as you once more take hold of his horns, and when you give an experimental tug he is unable to hold back another moan, the sound one of pure pleasure.
"wow," you breathe, kissing him lightly. "you REALLY like that."
Lucifer doesn& #39;t respond. nor does he kiss back. he whines into your mouth instead, encouragement and protest at once, because you have not stopped the gentle yet firm movement of your hands on his horns.
Lucifer doesn& #39;t respond. nor does he kiss back. he whines into your mouth instead, encouragement and protest at once, because you have not stopped the gentle yet firm movement of your hands on his horns.
he drops his head to your shoulder, able to do little more than pant, small sounds of want escaping him on each breath.
"do not tease me," he manages at last, swallowing hard.
"do not tease me," he manages at last, swallowing hard.
"I& #39;m not," you say, although you are. "I think it& #39;s cute."
"don& #39;t--"
you don& #39;t give him time to finish.
you let your hands fall lower, twist and scratch along the base of his horns, and he cuts himself off with a gasp, a groan spilling free from his throat.
"don& #39;t--"
you don& #39;t give him time to finish.
you let your hands fall lower, twist and scratch along the base of his horns, and he cuts himself off with a gasp, a groan spilling free from his throat.
his hips buck up. an instinctive response, chasing the pleasure that simply playing with his horns can& #39;t give him. you can feel the shape of him pressed hard and solid against you, and it sends an eager thrill through you to know just how easily you& #39;ve pushed him this far.
you release his horns, planning to cup his cheeks and tilt his head up so you can kiss him again. but before you can, his arms are around you.
a split second later, you find yourself flat on your back in his bed, staring up at him.
a split second later, you find yourself flat on your back in his bed, staring up at him.
"you are playing with fire."
Lucifer& #39;s voice is low and dangerous. his body covers yours, weighting you against the mattress. candles flicker behind him; his face is cast into darkness, and his black wings frame him.
but you aren& #39;t scared.
Lucifer& #39;s voice is low and dangerous. his body covers yours, weighting you against the mattress. candles flicker behind him; his face is cast into darkness, and his black wings frame him.
but you aren& #39;t scared.
you simply reach up & take hold of a horn.
instantly, his eyes fall shut, & his threatening growl turns into a bitten back moan. he opens them again when you loosen your grip, fixing you with an irritated glare.
you can& #39;t help but laugh. "I& #39;m not worried about getting burnt."
instantly, his eyes fall shut, & his threatening growl turns into a bitten back moan. he opens them again when you loosen your grip, fixing you with an irritated glare.
you can& #39;t help but laugh. "I& #39;m not worried about getting burnt."
"I could always shift back to my human form," he reminds you.
"you could." you stroke your fingers over his horn. a wordless dare for him to make you stop, if that is what he truly wants.
"you could." you stroke your fingers over his horn. a wordless dare for him to make you stop, if that is what he truly wants.
but it isn& #39;t.
he kisses you instead, the action too needy, his breath too shaky, to be measured like he was before. you use his horns to pull him in closer, and he gasps breathless appreciation against your lips, rutting up against your thigh.
he kisses you instead, the action too needy, his breath too shaky, to be measured like he was before. you use his horns to pull him in closer, and he gasps breathless appreciation against your lips, rutting up against your thigh.
and as you keep playing with his horns, keep teasing him until he is desperate for more and can no longer silence his moans against your skin, you think you understand why he enjoys watching you come undone.
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