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[wayward_sun]

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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[just_cant_lose]

'Oh, I have no doubt.'

Jim grins like a shark, giving off a faintly feral air, then yanks off his socks and walks towards the bed. He detours briefly for alcohol, but simply puts the bottle down on the nightstand and sprawls comfortably, watching Lucifer with his head pillowed on his arm. The other hand palms himself casually over his underwear, watching Lucifer and his shirt.

'Why'd you choose a British accent?'

[wayward_sun]

"It fits the face I think," Lucifer says, as he shrugs off his shirt and turns to place or on a chair. Folding it.

"These things tend to just - fall into place on their own."

He is fit, with mean muscles and smooth skin.

On his back, two massive scars look as if hunks of flesh has been torn out of his body, the edges gnarled and twisted.

"And women love it. At least American ones."

He turns, smiling.

[just_cant_lose]

'Because they're idiots.'

But it's not like he hasn't got more than a few women into bed with his own accent, so he's not going to judge. And he doesn't care anyway; he's looking at the scars, head tilted, fingers twitching, his tongue dragging along his lower lip.

And then Lucifer's turned and smiling, so Jim smiles too, nothing but sweet.

'Do I have to come over there and take your trousers off myself?'

[wayward_sun]

"No. I as going to come over and let you unwrap," Lucifer says and saunters over, grabbing the bottle on the nightstand to take a sip.

[just_cant_lose]

He chuckles and sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed so Lucifer can stand between them.

'How generous of you.'

But he's not going to refuse. He looks up as he flicks the button open and eases the zip, sliding his hands to Lucifer's hips and holding them as the trousers drop.

[wayward_sun]

And Lucifer looks down at him, his eyes dark and hungry.

He is not wearing underwear.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim approves of men who don't wear underwear. He always does himself, but he applauds the commando spirit of others. He grins and licks his bottom lip again, looking up as he leans in...and then backs off an inch or two, amused.

'For the sake of clarity, and a token attempt at self preservation - you don't shoot fire and sulphur, do you?'

[wayward_sun]

He smiles. Sardonically.

"Not in the slightest. But I sometimes forget how strong I am. If I get excited."

[just_cant_lose]

'Then lets get you excited.'

Jim rubs his cheek gently along the side of Lucifer's cock, then runs his lips down the shaft with the lightest touch. See? He can totally play nice, which he proves even more with the soft suck at the tip, stroking his tongue under the head.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer makes a small, pleased sound and drops a hand on top of Jims head.
Encouragingly.

[just_cant_lose]

A hand is good. A hand can be made to push and pull, so Jim pushes into the touch a little and tightens his lips into a wet, slippery circle that runs down half his length. He's still careful, as if paying attention to see what Lucifer likes. Just biding his time a little, letting it build.

[wayward_sun]

He slides his hand down to the back of Jim's head and thrusts forward, a small, controlled movement.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim chuckles around him. And then looks up, like, is that the best you’ve got? as he sucks and slides lower, pushing back up against the hand, and rubbing his tongue along the underside.

[wayward_sun]

So that's how it is.

Lucifer tightens his grip and fucks Jim's mouth. Growling.

It's more play than anything but perhaps this is what Jim wants?

[just_cant_lose]

Yessss, that's better. One corner of his mouth curls upwards, before he's yanked forward. He chokes slightly, laughs with no breath and then moans, sucking harder as Lucifer uses his mouth. Play or not, he's into it.

[wayward_sun]

He can work with that.
Groaning at the sensation of Jim's mouth and thrusting again, harder this time.
Deeper.

[just_cant_lose]

The smile is only internal this time. Jim gags once, then forces himself to relax, curbing the instinct to push back against the solid object trying to get into his throat. He allows it in and swallows against the urge to choke, humming a moan through his mouth and lips so Lucifer will get the benefit of vibration.

[wayward_sun]

Nice move, Jim.

Lucifer laughs delightedly and runs his fingertips along Jim's jaw.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim looks up, his eyes amused but also intent. He knows what he's doing, he knows he's good at this, and he likes it when other people get it too. But sod fingertips; Jim takes that hand and puts it on his throat so he can push against it, swallowing hard again, insistent.

[wayward_sun]

Lucicer has big hands.
He can envelop Jim's throat with them.
And tighten his grip.

You really need to know what you're doing.

[just_cant_lose]

He'll trust Lucifer knows what he's doing. Or maybe he'll just let him kill him. It doesn't matter, and he doesn't care, because he has to concentrate on sucking while he can't breathe properly, trying to work up and down that lovely cock as he fights to fill his lungs, palming himself through his underwear as he does. The world is deliciously quiet when you're trying not to pass out, a luxury he's not often afforded.

There's a moan that could mean more. Could mean anything really, as long as it's something good.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer leans down and whispers, "Stop."

Just that one word.

[just_cant_lose]

Stopping is...no, not something he's all that inclined to. He makes a dissatisfied noise and slows down, drawing up Lucifer's cock until his lips are just around the head. He sucks it slowly, looking up, letting his breathing calm again as he takes his time.

[wayward_sun]

"Do you want to go on like this?" Lucifer asks, in an almost-whisper, tightening his grip,"Or do you want me to fuck you?"

[just_cant_lose]

Jim manages to pout, even with his mouth full of cock. His eyes are dark and sulky as hell...but his hand is also still firmly pressed against his erection, and he supposes he wouldn't mind getting that some relief.

Still...the tight grip though. He murmurs dissent and pushes the length down over his tongue while he thinks about it, watching Lucifer's face. Perhaps it's up to him which way this goes. Jim has already pretty much handed him control.