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[wayward_sun]

Everything is just like.last time.
Black, chrome, glass.

A bed in a prominent place.

Lucifer walks inside and pours himself a drink because of course he does.

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[just_cant_lose]

A long, exhaled breath. A quiet moan.

Fuck, he loves being held like that.

'That's it. That's it. Good.'

Yes. Very good.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer moves behind him. Smoothly and silently, save for the sound of fleshagainst flesh.

He tightens his grip a little.
It'll leave bruises.

[just_cant_lose]

That's fine. He's okay with bruises. He's okay with a lot of things, if they're not boring.

'If I said stop,' he says, his breath pulling a bit. 'Would you?'

[wayward_sun]

There's a long pause.

"Maybe," is the reply in the darkness.
"It'd depend -"

[just_cant_lose]

Jim grins. He likes Lucifer.

'On what?'

[wayward_sun]

A sharper, deeper thrust.

"On how entertaining I find you."

[just_cant_lose]

He hisses, the only outward display of how good that feels. In the darkness, his fingers curl around the edge of the bar.

'That could-' he swallows, '-go either way. Do you stop if you're bored? Or stop if you're entertained, and want to play some other time?'

Carry on if he wants to throw him away afterwards?

[wayward_sun]

"Again. It depends."

In the darkness, Lucifer's voice sounds unstrained.

"I am not - very consistent with these things. I imagine with you - it'd be because I got bored. Or annoyed."

A pretty likely scenario really.

[just_cant_lose]

'I think you're mis- - misunderstanding.'

He looks back over his shoulder, even though the devil is only a shape in the dark.

'I mean stop this. Right now. Pull out and get dressed, if I asked you to.'

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer's fingers move from Jim's neck into his hair. Grabbing hold.

"If you asked? I might."

If you demanded - Well, he doesn't take orders well.

[just_cant_lose]

The implication is there. Jim laughs again, so high, and doesn't try to fight Satan's hold.

'Maybe I will some time.'

But not right now. Right now, it feels so good.

'Do it harder.'

[wayward_sun]

"Then tell me what you truly desire. Not being fucked. That's just surface and synapses. Beneath that."

He does emphasize his words with a few, hard thrusts, k3eping Jim's hips in place with one hand.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim moans, his forehead on his arm. It's a good distraction from speaking.

'I want-'

He can feel heat flushing up his body.

'-to know why you can't tell without asking.'

[wayward_sun]

"Who says I can't?"

He can. Sometimes he does get taken by surprise but it's not about that.

"I like to see you surprise yourself sometimes. Hear the tremor in a voice saying something that's perhaps not even been consciously acknowledged before."

[just_cant_lose]

'Then I'm sorry to disappoint.'

Can Lucifer tell this is a big fat lie, and he's not sorry at all?

'I don't - ahfuck...surprise myself.'

[wayward_sun]

"That sounds dull, Jim."

Each word is emphasised by a sharp thrust.

"I thought you didn't like dull."

[just_cant_lose]

'I don't.'

He huffs, semi-amused, but he can't focus because the world is dropping away under the sharp onslaught. It's easy to let go of the world in the dark.

'S'why I...I don' need to look at myself for-'

He moans, and tries to catch his breath.

'-entertainment.'

He knows himself. No surprises there. He tries to find them in other people, and never with any success.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer reaches around and teases the head of his cock again.

Slowly.

Thoroughly.

[just_cant_lose]

It makes his whole body clench, as slowly and thoroughly as Lucifer plays with him. It starts on the inside of his thighs, spreads upwards to grip the length inside him, tightens his back, and makes his shoulders flex and contract. Down his arms, fingers twitching and then gripping the edge of the bar, as he moans quietly, rocks gently back and forth, pulling away from the tease only to impale himself further, again and again, until there's nothing else to feel.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer wasn't that hands on, but he still knows a thing or two about torture. Pleasure. Pain.
The places in between.

He keeps his touch light and teasing, his thrusts sharply angled.

"Go on."
It's whispered in the darkness.

[just_cant_lose]

A breathless laugh, cut off straight away.

'Make me,' he whispers back, and then groans, the fingers on his cock making everything swell and stretch, nudging the limits of what he can contain.

'Make me.'

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer slides his fingers down the length of his cock, all the way down - and tightens his grip.


Leaning in to run his lips against his skin, just behind his ear.

Still inside him. But not moving.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim vibrates to a stop, gasping, eyes closed tight. It's agony of the best kind, but still agony...and he's smiling through the effort to catch a breath, loving it.

'Going to be a bastard?' he grinds out. And honestly, mad respect to him if he is.

[wayward_sun]

"I can stay like this forever," Lucifer almost whispers, close to his ear.

[just_cant_lose]

'I believe you.'

And so can Jim, though it would stop being hot pretty soon. For now, its delicious and he clenches up, tries to move up and down, silently encouraging him along. Not too much. He's happy to give up control for now, listening to the coke fizzing in his blood, and the waves of pleasure throbbing from his centre.