wayward_sun | (no subject)

The room is spacious, all smooth surfaces and hidden lamps, making it seem even bigger.

There's a bar, a piano, and a huge bed with Egyptian cotton sheets.

Lucifer looks aroind with a grin.
"Oh look. A microcosm."

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wayward_sun

"Aren't I already?" Lucifer whispers - And then he lets his lips glide from the corner of Jim's mouth to just beneath his earlobe.

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just_cant_lose

Jim makes a tiny sound, and lets his eyes fall closed.

'Oh,' he says quietly, and draws a breath in. 'You can use me better than this.'

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wayward_sun

"I like to take my time," Lucifer says, sliding a hand up Jim's side. "Unless you're in a hurry?"

Some people have sensitive spots on their side. Some like having their neck held. Firmly. Possessively.
Some react to a hand in their hair.

So he explores that, his hand warm and smooth.

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just_cant_lose

Jim is sensitive over his ribs, but not through clothes. He definitely likes having his neck held, and pushes into the grip to demand more.

'No rush.'

His tone is easy, but he's clearly into it.

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wayward_sun

Lucifer tightens his grip on his neck and moves him. Just to gauge his reaction.

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just_cant_lose

It makes him gasp, first in surprise and then in want, even as a smirk begins to spread.

'I do hope you're going to be a beast, darling.'

Jim might be okay with showing what he wants, but he'll just outright say it too.

'And am I allowed to touch, or do you insist on running this show?'

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wayward_sun

"You can touch," Lucifer murmurs, softly.

"And you can tell me what you like. Everything you like."

He runs his teeth along Jim's jaw.

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just_cant_lose

'That would keep us here-'

He tilts his head so his jaw is fully accessible, and his fingers find his way to the first closed button on Lucifer's shirt.

'-a really long time. I like a lot of things.'

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wayward_sun

"I'm not in a hurry," Lucifer replies as he retraced the path along Jim's jaw again.
With a little more force behind it this time.

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just_cant_lose

He hisses quietly, and drags his fingernails down the centre of Lucifer's chest in response.

'I'm a man of action. You can do what you want to me.'

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wayward_sun

"Really? Anything ?"

He moves his hands down to undo Jim's trousers.

"That's brave."

(Not really. But people have all sorts of ideas about The Devil).

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just_cant_lose

'I'm either brave or stupid.'

He hooks his fingers in Lucifer's waistband, and touches his lips to his neck. His hips lift a tiny bit, making it easier for him to do what he wants with his jeans.

'Which do you think?'

There's an option 3: that he simply doesn't care. But if Lucifer hasn't clocked that about him, he's not about to fill him in.

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wayward_sun

"I think," Lucifer says, sliding Jim's jeans down a little, "that you're too nihilistic to be either."

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just_cant_lose

'Oh. Nihilism.'

He snorts quietly, while his hand dives into his jeans pocket to grab a condom and lube before they're taken away. He pushes them into Lucifer's pocket, then pushes his hands inside his open shirt so they can run up his ribs.

'I don't need to care about anything to enjoy fucking. It makes it easier, wouldn't you think?'

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wayward_sun

Lucifer has warm hands and strong fingers. They press against Jim's skin, mapping out his ribs.

"I am all in favour of easy," he says. "Very much so."

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just_cant_lose

'I'm not. It's everything I hate.'

But that doesn't mean he's going to object to the way this is going. He bends into the touch of Lucifer's hands; he's thin but with defined muscles, flexible and willing to be pushed into shape.

'But if you love it so much, I suggest we make use of the bed over there.'

More space.

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wayward_sun

Lucifer smiles.
And then he says, "Clothes off first. Yours."

He reclaims his hands and unbutton Jim's shirt.

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just_cant_lose

'Whatever you say.'

He smirks and pushes his shoes off with his toes, utterly relaxed as he lets has his way. For now. It'll be fun to see if he can push it later.

'Do you always top?. Not that I'm saying I want to, I'm just curious.'

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wayward_sun

"I do whatever suits the moment and whomever I'm with," Lucifer replies as he moves a hand across Jim's chest. Exploring.

Sensitive nipples?

"And if you don't want to, why the curiosity?"

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just_cant_lose

He makes a small noise of satisfaction, because he's a little sensitive, and arches a bit to get more. He has little patience with gentle, though the novelty is fun for now.

'Just wanted to know whether the Devil is old-fashioned, or not. How big your ego is, whether you buy into stupid human ideas of masculinity, all of that.'

He smiles, and touches his finger down Lucifer's jaw.

'This is your thing, then? Changing yourself for whoever you're with?'

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wayward_sun

"Oh, I don't change," Lucifer murmurs. "I am just - all things to all people."

And then he pinches Jim's left nipple hard .

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just_cant_lose

That earns him a gasp, and a flare of very obvious interest in Jim's eyes. He shifts in his seat, and laughs as the flash of pain recedes.

'Doesn't sound like much fun for you.'

Does he care? No, not really. He's so used to adapting himself to fit whatever role he's playing - including in bed - he relates entirely. But at least he gets something out of it, where Lucifer does not seem to.

'Do that again if you want me pliable.'

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wayward_sun

"That's just because you don't know me. And what makes me tick," Lucifer says as he shifts his attention to Jim's right nipple.
A twist this time.

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just_cant_lose

He loses his breath, and his fingers reach for Lucifer's waistband. They catch and stay there, hooking into the fabric a little.

'It works even better if you bite, but I'll let you figure that out for yourself.'

He pushes Lucifer back, and stands up. Easier to get rid of at least some of these clothes. His shirt hits the floor, and he lets his jeans slide off his hips. He knows he looks good, and if he's going to be made to hurt, he's ready to move it on.