For Emcee

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer opens the door revealing a spacious room, black and chrome. Its an open plan, filled with smooth surfaces and hidden lamps

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

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[wayward_sun]

"That's one of the good things about me. I'm in favour of giving people what they want," Lucifer replies as he slides his hands down Emcee's back.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee arches against him, nuzzling the pit of his throat.

"Especially when all they want is you?"

[wayward_sun]

"That's always a good place to sta- ooh, yes. That's nice."

[i_am_your_host]

He chuckles and nips lightly at his Adam's apple.

"We should continue on the bed," he suggests, stroking the front of Lucifer's trousers.

[wayward_sun]

"We most definitely should," Lucifer agrees, enthusiastically.

He grabs Emcee's hamd and walks him to the bed. Nibbling at his ear.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee giggles again, fluttery and girlish.

"You're in a playful mood tonight, darling," he remarks as he toes off his boots and hops backward onto the bed with a light bounce.

[wayward_sun]

"I almost always am. I mean - life's supposed to be fun, right?"

Lucifer shrugs off his open shirt and takes off his pants.

"And sex is one of the best kinds of fun."

[i_am_your_host]

life is a cabaret, old chum

"I have indeed always subscribed to that notion."

Emcee watches him strip for a moment before he himself pulls off his tank top and undoes his trousers, wriggling out of them as he moves backwards on the bed. He lays back on the pillows, stretching out and indulging in the way the luxurious sheets feel on his bare skin.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer climbs onto the bed, striking a hand up, all the way from Emcee's ankle to belly and then back down to wrap his fingers around his cock.

"There you are."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's toes curl at Lucifer's touch, and he gasps, heart beating faster, when he grasps his cock. He runs his fingers up Lucifer's nicely muscled arm.

"Here I am," he breathes out, "all yours."

[wayward_sun]

He chuckles.

"Lucky me," he says, stroking him slowly. "Such - enthusiasm."

[i_am_your_host]

He exhales a moan, sliding his hand further up Lucifer's arm to clutch at his shoulder.

"Well," he pants through a chuckle, "I couldn't simply lie here while you do this to me--" He moans again, slowly moving his hips and pressing his face against Lucifer's warm throat.

[wayward_sun]

"So - kissing, fucking? Sucking?"

His voice is liquid sin, close, close to Emcee's ear.

[i_am_your_host]

With a lusty whine, he mouths eagerly at Lucifer's throat, still pressing into his hand.

"Would you think me greedy if I wanted all of that?"

[wayward_sun]

"Not at all," Lucifer reassures him. "Why settle? That's always been my motto."

And then he kisses him some more, doing delicious and maddening things with his fingers - And then his kisses slowly begin to meander. From face to neck to chest to belly.

[i_am_your_host]

Words fail him as Lucifer works his magic (which is probably not magic, just some inherent skill, and what a skill it is). He writhes under his touch and his kisses, his desire for more, more, rising.

"That is an ideal way to-- ohh-- live," he finally gasps, as Lucifer's lips travel downward. He runs his fingers through his hair, kneading his broad shoulders.

[wayward_sun]

He's got a very hot mouth, the Devil.

Licking and sucking and nibbling at Emcee's skin, caressing his balls.

He's also really got his gag reflex under control.

[i_am_your_host]

The heat of his mouth is divine. Emcee tips his head back into the pillows with a guttural moan, fingertips digging into Lucifer's shoulder muscles as if trying to hang on. It doesn't take much coaxing for Emcee to get hard; he was halfway there the moment they got onto the bed.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer seems to be hunting for uncharted erogenous zones with the way he is caressing and kissing everything he can reach from his position at the edge of the bed.

He is very thorough.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, darling," he whimpers, his heels braced on the mattress as he writhes with ecstasy. "Yes...yes!" Lucifer just seems to hit all the right spots. It's almost like torture.

[wayward_sun]

It is, isn't it?

Like torture?

Lucifer slowly slides his lips down Emcee's cock, undulating his tongue against him.

[i_am_your_host]

And the resulting noises Emcee makes almost sound as if he's in pain.

He makes a fist in Lucifer's hair, squeezing, and releasing.

"More," he pants.

[wayward_sun]

More you say?

Lucifer repeats the motion, dragging it out.

And adds just the tiniest hint of teeth.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gasps sharply, his toes curling as tightly as his fingers make a fist again in Lucifer's hair.

"A- again," he stutters, his breath ragged, his entire body trembling with the strain of being thisclose to coming.

[wayward_sun]

He does it again.
Even slower this time.