(( Whether or not Seth notices, or even cares, his gesture is enough to get at least half the bar on their feet. This place is full of Lucifer's people right now. They may not always get along with each other, but they will almost always, without fail, stand for him. A single wave of his hand is enough to return all the butts to seats. Well, all but one, who remain lingering at the far end of the bar, on the same side of it as Lucifer. He may look harmless to most, but isn't always that type who tend to be the most dangerous? Even with Lucifer's signal, the tension doesn't leave that one.
Now it's Lucifer's turn to let hi tongue glide over his lips. ))
I think you've figured out the main rule here. So, in the spirit of that, shall we go somewhere more private and see if you're capable of making those words into reality?
[Oh, he notices, and the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end at the sudden promise of complete and total chaos. There's even a distant rumble of thunder outside, though it's not followed up by anything more dramatic - because Seth may love fighting, but he loves fucking so much more that his priorities demand he release Lucifer's shirt and smooth down the rumpled fabric in a peacemaking gesture. Again, no need to start anything!]
Lead the way, [Seth says with a cat that ate the canary smile and a grand sweep of his arm that leads into a shallow bow. Now that he knows he's getting what he wants, he doesn't mind showing some deference.] Under your roof, you can consider me your humble servant.
[But never that much deference, of course. It's just a figure of speech and, solely in the context of what they're about to do, very much an offer.]
(( Lucifer lifts a brow to challenge that specific turn of phrase. He highly doubts this one would be anyone's humble servant in any context.
Luckily for them both, Lucifer keeps a little loft above the bar for the time he spends in this part of the human world. They won't have to go far or fill a great deal of time with idle small talk. Nor will there be much time for the fire to die down getting from here to there. So he comes around the bar, making a show of coming over to Seth, of running a hand down his arm to thread their fingers together before leading him toward the back. A narrow stairway leads to the apartment.
Once there, once out of the prying eyes of all the demons and creatures and scattered humans at the bar below, Lucifer's the one to grab Seth by his shirt front, to pull him closer for a heated kiss that goes on long enough to leave the Devil himself breathless. There's little more than air between them, Lucifer's softly panted breaths punctuating the silence. His tongue darts over his lips, savoring the lingering taste of the god there. ))
[The smugness written all over Seth's face becomes utterly insufferable when Lucifer takes his hand like they're young sweethearts running off to steal a kiss behind the schoolhouse. Every person he passes gets their own crooked little grin, arched eyebrow, maybe even a flash of teeth. Feeling like the specialest special boy in the room has always been his greatest weakness.
Or his second greatest, rather, as Lucifer reminds him with that searing kiss the moment they're alone. Seth immediately moans into his mouth and grabs for him with both hands, settling one between his shoulder blades and the other firmly on his ass as he devours the equally ravenous mouth crushed against his. Oh, he can already tell that Lucifer's going to be a match for his needs and they've barely gotten started.
Then he puts that silver tongue to work caressing Seth's ego again and the sound that claws its way out from Seth's throat is more like a growl. For his own part, he's past the point where he can spin such pretty compliments; his response is another kiss with quite a bit more teeth involved, and a deep roll of his hips to let Lucifer feel what words like that do to him. What Lucifer does to him, in his glorious, gorgeous totality.]
(( They may look 'delicate' in these human shapes, but they're anything but. Setekh is a god, a primordial being; Lucifer a seraph, a fiery serpent protecting the throne of God. Neither are fragile beings, despite how humanity might choose to portray them. Even in these shapes, they're far more resilient than any mere mortal could dream. So a little teeth? A little extra strength to manhandle each other? Hardly worth batting an eye.
Lucifer sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, meeting Setekh's hunger. A deep, wanton groan bubbles up from his chest at the obvious effect he's having on the god. And he rolls his hips to show that Set's inspiring the same in him. But being a creature of fire, Lucifer's skin burns beneath thin layers of fabric that separate them. Feverishly hot, radiating out as if he might engulf them both in flame.
Ah, but there's only one small missed beat. A subtle, barely perceptible shudder when Setekh's hand moves to find its place against his back. Those scars where wings once grew... The only flaw in an otherwise perfect being. He's sure those ragged scars can be felt through the shirt. It's barely even a fraction of a second's distraction before his hands ball in Setekh's shirt, tugging insistently until he hears that satisfying sound of thread and fabric giving way. ))
[For a god that's all biting wind and stinging sand and heavy, humid air trapped in low hanging thunderheads, the heat of Lucifer's body couldn't possibly be more magnetic. He may laugh breathlessly as his torn shirt falls to the floor but he's just as eager; only Lucifer's rather classy jacket gets pushed off his shoulders with any care, after which Seth pops all the buttons off his shirt with a similarly impatient tug to plunge his hands right into the fire.
Unfortunately, Seth misread that little shudder when he touched Lucifer's back and so he thinks nothing of dragging his hands over the bare scars - until their placement finally registers and, combined with the slightest brush of something downy and soft under one of his fingertips, clues Seth in to where they must have come from. Lucifer was an angel. If human artwork is to be believed...
Very, very few things could be considered sacred to Seth, but there's a barbarism to having one's wings severed from their body that squeezes some empathy from his heart. He's suffered his own permanent losses, after all, and yet people still expect him to weep for a brother whose every fragment was eventually pieced back together - what about people like Seth, like Lucifer, who will never again be whole?
There's horror in his eyes when he withdraws his hands and meets Lucifer's gaze, yes, but there's also a softer, more solemn understanding. They're more than just kindred spirits, aren't they?]
(( Anything but pity. Pity would have ended their association on the spot. It was his choice, after all, to give up what he was to become something more. He'll never suffer anyone who pities him for that. ))
It's alright.
(( It's alright to touch him there. He simply wasn't prepared for it the first time. Perhaps he should have been, all things considered.
Lucifer lays his hands against Setekh's now bare chest, running them slowly down his body. Those dark eyes follow the path, drinking in every detail of this god. The way the light hits his skin, the shadows putting muscle and bone into sharp relief. And that godly energy that radiates from him causing the must subtle vibration in the air between them. Oh, it's been so long since Lucifer's felt that. ))
[Oh no, no pity. There's nothing piteous or pitiful about Lucifer in Set's eyes. He may be the least piteous creature Set has encountered in his entire half-human lifetime.
Chewing hard on his own lower lip, Set watches Lucifer's slow, thorough exploration of his torso. He'll never tire of the heat in Lucifer's touch, he knows that already - it's the easiest thing in the world for Set to tire of people and their fleeting novelty, but hands that feel just short of flames licking their way up his skin? Nothing else is going to feel the same after this. And what must the inside of his body feel like? Or his hard cock sinking deep into Set's body?
His brief misstep all but forgotten, Set yanks Lucifer closer again to kiss and suck and bite at his neck. For all that Lucifer has to say about the taste of divinity, Set can't imagine that it's nearly as tantalizing as his own first taste of true evil. He's right back to seething with impatience, his hands working Lucifer's pants open while his mouth leaves bruises and gleaming trails of saliva from Lucifer's jawline to his collarbones.]
Mmh... you're so fucking beautiful, I could eat you alive.
(( Impatience is a heady feeling when it comes from a god. Who wouldn't want to feel something divine so eager for them? Only fools. But who who hasn't already felt the love of a god would even know to yearn for such a thing? Ah, it's been so long!
Lucifer tips his head back to expose more of his throat to those hungry lips. Don't mistake it as a submissive gesture. A dragon doesn't play by the same rules as a wolf. It's merely greed for more, more, more of Set's desire. More of their bodies coming together in ways large and small. More of their mutual want for one another.
His own hands slide around Set's sides, fingers curling to drag his nails over the plane of the god's back. The only space left between them is for Set's diligent hands. Lucifer's simply waiting his turn for the space so he can return the favor. He manages to toe his shoes off before Set completes his task, making it that much easier for him to simply step out once the trousers slide down his legs. Is anyone surprised to find no other garment beneath them? Probably not.
And as soon as he's naked, Lucifer shoves his hands into the small gap between them, a wicked grin pulling up one corner of his lips. He doesn't go directly for the fastens, but takes a few brief seconds to palm Set's dick through his pants first. Is he teasing? Or is he trying to gauge how ready the other is. ))
[Set barely even gets a chance to admire what he's exposed before Lucifer goes right for the core of his desire and his eyes roll back, a hoarse groan rising from his throat. He's painfully ready, dick rock-hard and throbbing through his pants under Lucifer's hand.
That question distracts him, though. What's stopping you? It draws his eyes down to Lucifer's arousal, and he can't help but drag his tongue over his lips again as he wonders just exactly what evil might taste like.]
That's a fair point...
[So before Lucifer can undress him fully, Set drops to his knees and nuzzles Lucifer's flushed length, breathing in the scent of him with a hungry noise that's right on the edge of a growl. He could tease right back if he wanted, but the steadily rising need inside him demands that somebody get off soon and that pushes him to take Lucifer right into his mouth without any preamble, both hands cupped around his ass to keep himself steady.
And he can take anything Lucifer wants to dish out. If he gets a dick shoved all the way down his throat, he'll swallow around it without missing a beat. If Lucifer wants to fuck his face, he'll happily hollow his cheeks around the invasion and moan to provide even more friction. If he leaves the pace to Set, Lucifer will find himself being taken deeper in smooth, bobbing increments until Set's nose hits his pubic bone.]
(( Beautiful. All that desire just for him. His own lust mirrored back to him in the form of this ancient god. How very long has it been since anything's made him feel this high (or this hard?). Humans are dull. Demons can be creative. Soiling a fellow angel? That's always a fun one. But all of that combined pales in comparison to simply standing here, completely bare and oh-so-wanted by a god. And every tendril of desire he tastes in the air weaves through him. This is decidedly not some shallow, one-sided encounter.
For one fleeting moment when Set pulled away, the most petulant pout in all known creation graced the devil's lips. All he knew was his new favorite toy was being taken away. It's only a beat before Lucifer realizes what's happening and barely much longer before Set's lips envelop his erection, prompting his hands to shoot out and tangle in that violently red hair. Tangle and ball into it to yank Set closer with more force than was really necessary. The act pulls a satisfied grown from his lips as his cock sinks deep into Set's throat. ))
[He's ready for force, but Set still grunts like the wind's been knocked out of him when his mouth and throat are filled so completely with a single quick movement. Head spinning and cock throbbing, he palms the front of his pants desperately while he works his throat muscles around Lucifer, strangled moans and whines just barely sneaking out around his thick length.
If he could somehow speak with his mouth this full, he'd demand that Lucifer do it again, pull his hair harder, fuck his throat until he blacks out. There's no such thing as too much and barely such thing as enough for Set, and Lucifer's getting just a taste of that insatiable thirst now.]
(( Set doesn't need to speak for that. Lucifer's pretty sure from his reactions that the action isn't unwelcome. It's the sort of reaction that prompts Lucifer to hold on tighter, blunt nails scraping against Set's scalp as he adjusts his grip. A fraction of a second is all it takes before he's pulling Set's head back, nearly prying the god off his cock entirely (but not quite). It's long enough to suck in a breath before yanking Set back toward him, before snapping his hips forward with a feral, inhuman growl. Can Set actually pass out? Lucifer's damn sure trying to find out. ))
[He sure can, given that his god's soul can only bolster up the human body it inhabits so much before biology will win out. Until that point, though, he takes Lucifer's punishing thrusts down his throat without so much as gagging or choking once, both hands now gripping Lucifer's thighs for dear life. This has to be the roughest he's ever been used and it's got him utterly delirious with need.
But then he notices black spots forming around the edges of his vision and slowly growing larger, larger, and there's nothing he can realistically do to signal Lucifer when his entire speaking apparatus is being used as a fleshlight. His eyes roll back in his head and his hands slide limply down Lucifer's legs and there's a moment of total blackness, but it lifts right before he hits the floor and he's able to catch himself with his weight resting on one forearm.
Each rattling, gasping breath making his chest heave with exertion, Set unfastens his own pants and steps out of them as he stumbles to his feet. His irises have been completely blotted out by lust-blown pupils when he grabs onto the back of Lucifer's head again, knocks their foreheads together, and rasps out:]
(( Were Setekh a more fragile creature, one for whom the danger of a blow to the head from momentarily passing out would be a more significant one, Lucifer wouldn't have let him go. But Setekh isn't some fragile, easily broken creature. He's a god. Lucifer knows how resilient they are. So when he feels Lucifer's grip on his thighs loosen, he loosens his, too, savors the fleeting sensation of that flame-red hair sliding through his fingers, watches with intensity enough to burn the memory of it into his mind.
It all happens quickly enough that there isn't any time for the mood to shift in a less heated direction. Setekh catches himself, all but leaps out of his remaining and looks at Lucifer with those insatiably hungry eyes. Does he even notice the way they collide? No, not really. Pain is... Well, it's different to Lucifer. Numbed, maybe. But right now it doesn't even matter. He crashes back into Set with ferocity of a typhoon. Teeth scrape as their tongues tangle once more, grunts and growls muffled in the heat of their mouths. All while Lucifer backs Set to the nearest wall.
Set can probably guess that Lucifer is much stronger than his body looks. There's a force behind every motion. A force that the Devil has no doubt Set will delight in. It's with that inhuman strength that he drives Set back, slams him against the wall with bruising force, and tangles a hand in his hair once more. He yanks the god's head back, dragging lips and tongue over his bared throat, mouthing back to catch an earlobe between his teeth, before breathing out: ))
[Set suspects he's got some idea of what's coming up but he still isn't ready for how hard he collides with the wall. Before he can even register the pain that hums all the way up his spine and somehow makes his dick even harder, Lucifer's got his throat bared; the part of Set that would usually buck against showing such weakness completely folds and he lets out a ragged sound that would probably have been a moan, back before Lucifer destroyed his throat.
Fuck, Lucifer's mouth is so hot. Set still doesn't understand how it doesn't scald him.
Naturally that whispered demand is met with a ravenous smile and Set complies right away, turning and bending slightly at the waist with his palms flat on the wall and his back curved to lift his ass high in the air. He even gives it a little wiggle, grinning over his shoulder as he does.]
Wreck me good, alright? I promise it'll all be healed by the time we're ready for another round.
(( If anyone saw them like this, their height difference might make a comical sight. But there's nothing to laugh at with the fire between them threatening to burn up everything.
Okay, not a laugh, but Lucifer does have to grin at the cute little show Set puts on with that wiggle. He runs one hot hand up Setekh's spine, tangling it roughly into hair once more. The other's busy pressing his cock, slick only with what remains of Set's own saliva, against his hole until it catches and he snaps his hips forward, driving deep with one hard thrust.
It's definitely not as comfortable as he'd normally like, but this isn't really a normal circumstance. Set isn't some random partner. He's a god, a taste of something truly divine that Lucifer's been craving since his fall. A little discomfort is nothing under the fire blazing in him for more of everything Set is.
A low guttural moan rattles in his chest as he sinks into that welcoming body. Fingers fist in Set's hair, yanking his head back a painful angle as he begins to pound into him mercilessly. He wants to be wrecked? Wish granted. ))
[Pain lights up Set's spine from his tailbone to the base of his skull and he howls, his dick slapping against his stomach and leaving a long, wet streak of precome. He can barely move in this position Lucifer's forced him into so he just claws helplessly at the wall, every breath in a rattling gasp and every breath out a strangled moan.
It never stops hurting either, not with zero prep, but the burn really does intensify every sensation to the point that Set's moans gradually turn to whimpers. He's neither snarling and snapping nor presenting coyly anymore - he's just desperate, drowning in pleasure and convinced that it'll kill him if it doesn't peak soon.]
[ Suitably insatiable for what he is, Lucifer might reflect later. For now, fireworks are lighting with every move. Any discomfort the Devil felt drowns quickly under the tidal wave of pleasure that Set's body brings. Even like this. Lucifer isn't the sort to seek out pain (he wouldn't dream of letting someone fuck him dry and without prep... one or the other, not both), but he's no stranger to it. And in an intimate situation like this, with this partner specifically...
The way Set's initial cries morph into something smaller, something quieter but even more needy. The desperation that fills him and bleeds out into Lucifer makes any minor discomfort Lucifer feels little more than background static. Set roared and bellowed, Lucifer growled like a creature much larger than his body would indicate. Low, rumbling sounds. And when Set's attitude shifts, when the coquettishness gives way and leaves him clawing at the wall, Lucifer's even hungrier for him. His pace is frantic, unyielding. At some point he frees his hand from that bright hair to snake around Set's body for his cock.
It's solely for himself, though. He's sure Set can and will get off even if Lucifer never so much as laid a finger on his dick. That gesture is because Lucifer wants to. This god, everything about him is a black hole of want and Lucifer's been pulled in. He, too, is a creature that wants. And wants. And wants more. So he grips Set's erection tight, pumping along its length in time with their hectic pace. Now and then he slows or speeds up, twists his hand, runs his thumb over his cockhead. Feeling him hot and hard only makes Lucifer want more. Surely this lone won't be enough to satisfy either of them and he's more than certain what's in his hand will be in his ass before they're through. ]
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Now it's Lucifer's turn to let hi tongue glide over his lips. ))
I think you've figured out the main rule here. So, in the spirit of that, shall we go somewhere more private and see if you're capable of making those words into reality?
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Lead the way, [Seth says with a cat that ate the canary smile and a grand sweep of his arm that leads into a shallow bow. Now that he knows he's getting what he wants, he doesn't mind showing some deference.] Under your roof, you can consider me your humble servant.
[But never that much deference, of course. It's just a figure of speech and, solely in the context of what they're about to do, very much an offer.]
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Luckily for them both, Lucifer keeps a little loft above the bar for the time he spends in this part of the human world. They won't have to go far or fill a great deal of time with idle small talk. Nor will there be much time for the fire to die down getting from here to there. So he comes around the bar, making a show of coming over to Seth, of running a hand down his arm to thread their fingers together before leading him toward the back. A narrow stairway leads to the apartment.
Once there, once out of the prying eyes of all the demons and creatures and scattered humans at the bar below, Lucifer's the one to grab Seth by his shirt front, to pull him closer for a heated kiss that goes on long enough to leave the Devil himself breathless. There's little more than air between them, Lucifer's softly panted breaths punctuating the silence. His tongue darts over his lips, savoring the lingering taste of the god there. ))
Remind me what divinity tastes like.
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Or his second greatest, rather, as Lucifer reminds him with that searing kiss the moment they're alone. Seth immediately moans into his mouth and grabs for him with both hands, settling one between his shoulder blades and the other firmly on his ass as he devours the equally ravenous mouth crushed against his. Oh, he can already tell that Lucifer's going to be a match for his needs and they've barely gotten started.
Then he puts that silver tongue to work caressing Seth's ego again and the sound that claws its way out from Seth's throat is more like a growl. For his own part, he's past the point where he can spin such pretty compliments; his response is another kiss with quite a bit more teeth involved, and a deep roll of his hips to let Lucifer feel what words like that do to him. What Lucifer does to him, in his glorious, gorgeous totality.]
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Lucifer sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, meeting Setekh's hunger. A deep, wanton groan bubbles up from his chest at the obvious effect he's having on the god. And he rolls his hips to show that Set's inspiring the same in him. But being a creature of fire, Lucifer's skin burns beneath thin layers of fabric that separate them. Feverishly hot, radiating out as if he might engulf them both in flame.
Ah, but there's only one small missed beat. A subtle, barely perceptible shudder when Setekh's hand moves to find its place against his back. Those scars where wings once grew... The only flaw in an otherwise perfect being. He's sure those ragged scars can be felt through the shirt. It's barely even a fraction of a second's distraction before his hands ball in Setekh's shirt, tugging insistently until he hears that satisfying sound of thread and fabric giving way. ))
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Unfortunately, Seth misread that little shudder when he touched Lucifer's back and so he thinks nothing of dragging his hands over the bare scars - until their placement finally registers and, combined with the slightest brush of something downy and soft under one of his fingertips, clues Seth in to where they must have come from. Lucifer was an angel. If human artwork is to be believed...
Very, very few things could be considered sacred to Seth, but there's a barbarism to having one's wings severed from their body that squeezes some empathy from his heart. He's suffered his own permanent losses, after all, and yet people still expect him to weep for a brother whose every fragment was eventually pieced back together - what about people like Seth, like Lucifer, who will never again be whole?
There's horror in his eyes when he withdraws his hands and meets Lucifer's gaze, yes, but there's also a softer, more solemn understanding. They're more than just kindred spirits, aren't they?]
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It's alright.
(( It's alright to touch him there. He simply wasn't prepared for it the first time. Perhaps he should have been, all things considered.
Lucifer lays his hands against Setekh's now bare chest, running them slowly down his body. Those dark eyes follow the path, drinking in every detail of this god. The way the light hits his skin, the shadows putting muscle and bone into sharp relief. And that godly energy that radiates from him causing the must subtle vibration in the air between them. Oh, it's been so long since Lucifer's felt that. ))
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Chewing hard on his own lower lip, Set watches Lucifer's slow, thorough exploration of his torso. He'll never tire of the heat in Lucifer's touch, he knows that already - it's the easiest thing in the world for Set to tire of people and their fleeting novelty, but hands that feel just short of flames licking their way up his skin? Nothing else is going to feel the same after this. And what must the inside of his body feel like? Or his hard cock sinking deep into Set's body?
His brief misstep all but forgotten, Set yanks Lucifer closer again to kiss and suck and bite at his neck. For all that Lucifer has to say about the taste of divinity, Set can't imagine that it's nearly as tantalizing as his own first taste of true evil. He's right back to seething with impatience, his hands working Lucifer's pants open while his mouth leaves bruises and gleaming trails of saliva from Lucifer's jawline to his collarbones.]
Mmh... you're so fucking beautiful, I could eat you alive.
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Lucifer tips his head back to expose more of his throat to those hungry lips. Don't mistake it as a submissive gesture. A dragon doesn't play by the same rules as a wolf. It's merely greed for more, more, more of Set's desire. More of their bodies coming together in ways large and small. More of their mutual want for one another.
His own hands slide around Set's sides, fingers curling to drag his nails over the plane of the god's back. The only space left between them is for Set's diligent hands. Lucifer's simply waiting his turn for the space so he can return the favor. He manages to toe his shoes off before Set completes his task, making it that much easier for him to simply step out once the trousers slide down his legs. Is anyone surprised to find no other garment beneath them? Probably not.
And as soon as he's naked, Lucifer shoves his hands into the small gap between them, a wicked grin pulling up one corner of his lips. He doesn't go directly for the fastens, but takes a few brief seconds to palm Set's dick through his pants first. Is he teasing? Or is he trying to gauge how ready the other is. ))
What's stopping you?
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That question distracts him, though. What's stopping you? It draws his eyes down to Lucifer's arousal, and he can't help but drag his tongue over his lips again as he wonders just exactly what evil might taste like.]
That's a fair point...
[So before Lucifer can undress him fully, Set drops to his knees and nuzzles Lucifer's flushed length, breathing in the scent of him with a hungry noise that's right on the edge of a growl. He could tease right back if he wanted, but the steadily rising need inside him demands that somebody get off soon and that pushes him to take Lucifer right into his mouth without any preamble, both hands cupped around his ass to keep himself steady.
And he can take anything Lucifer wants to dish out. If he gets a dick shoved all the way down his throat, he'll swallow around it without missing a beat. If Lucifer wants to fuck his face, he'll happily hollow his cheeks around the invasion and moan to provide even more friction. If he leaves the pace to Set, Lucifer will find himself being taken deeper in smooth, bobbing increments until Set's nose hits his pubic bone.]
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For one fleeting moment when Set pulled away, the most petulant pout in all known creation graced the devil's lips. All he knew was his new favorite toy was being taken away. It's only a beat before Lucifer realizes what's happening and barely much longer before Set's lips envelop his erection, prompting his hands to shoot out and tangle in that violently red hair. Tangle and ball into it to yank Set closer with more force than was really necessary. The act pulls a satisfied grown from his lips as his cock sinks deep into Set's throat. ))
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If he could somehow speak with his mouth this full, he'd demand that Lucifer do it again, pull his hair harder, fuck his throat until he blacks out. There's no such thing as too much and barely such thing as enough for Set, and Lucifer's getting just a taste of that insatiable thirst now.]
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But then he notices black spots forming around the edges of his vision and slowly growing larger, larger, and there's nothing he can realistically do to signal Lucifer when his entire speaking apparatus is being used as a fleshlight. His eyes roll back in his head and his hands slide limply down Lucifer's legs and there's a moment of total blackness, but it lifts right before he hits the floor and he's able to catch himself with his weight resting on one forearm.
Each rattling, gasping breath making his chest heave with exertion, Set unfastens his own pants and steps out of them as he stumbles to his feet. His irises have been completely blotted out by lust-blown pupils when he grabs onto the back of Lucifer's head again, knocks their foreheads together, and rasps out:]
Fuck me. Fuck me now.
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It all happens quickly enough that there isn't any time for the mood to shift in a less heated direction. Setekh catches himself, all but leaps out of his remaining and looks at Lucifer with those insatiably hungry eyes. Does he even notice the way they collide? No, not really. Pain is... Well, it's different to Lucifer. Numbed, maybe. But right now it doesn't even matter. He crashes back into Set with ferocity of a typhoon. Teeth scrape as their tongues tangle once more, grunts and growls muffled in the heat of their mouths. All while Lucifer backs Set to the nearest wall.
Set can probably guess that Lucifer is much stronger than his body looks. There's a force behind every motion. A force that the Devil has no doubt Set will delight in. It's with that inhuman strength that he drives Set back, slams him against the wall with bruising force, and tangles a hand in his hair once more. He yanks the god's head back, dragging lips and tongue over his bared throat, mouthing back to catch an earlobe between his teeth, before breathing out: ))
Turn around.
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Fuck, Lucifer's mouth is so hot. Set still doesn't understand how it doesn't scald him.
Naturally that whispered demand is met with a ravenous smile and Set complies right away, turning and bending slightly at the waist with his palms flat on the wall and his back curved to lift his ass high in the air. He even gives it a little wiggle, grinning over his shoulder as he does.]
Wreck me good, alright? I promise it'll all be healed by the time we're ready for another round.
I haven't forgotten this!
Okay, not a laugh, but Lucifer does have to grin at the cute little show Set puts on with that wiggle. He runs one hot hand up Setekh's spine, tangling it roughly into hair once more. The other's busy pressing his cock, slick only with what remains of Set's own saliva, against his hole until it catches and he snaps his hips forward, driving deep with one hard thrust.
It's definitely not as comfortable as he'd normally like, but this isn't really a normal circumstance. Set isn't some random partner. He's a god, a taste of something truly divine that Lucifer's been craving since his fall. A little discomfort is nothing under the fire blazing in him for more of everything Set is.
A low guttural moan rattles in his chest as he sinks into that welcoming body. Fingers fist in Set's hair, yanking his head back a painful angle as he begins to pound into him mercilessly. He wants to be wrecked? Wish granted. ))
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It never stops hurting either, not with zero prep, but the burn really does intensify every sensation to the point that Set's moans gradually turn to whimpers. He's neither snarling and snapping nor presenting coyly anymore - he's just desperate, drowning in pleasure and convinced that it'll kill him if it doesn't peak soon.]
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The way Set's initial cries morph into something smaller, something quieter but even more needy. The desperation that fills him and bleeds out into Lucifer makes any minor discomfort Lucifer feels little more than background static. Set roared and bellowed, Lucifer growled like a creature much larger than his body would indicate. Low, rumbling sounds. And when Set's attitude shifts, when the coquettishness gives way and leaves him clawing at the wall, Lucifer's even hungrier for him. His pace is frantic, unyielding. At some point he frees his hand from that bright hair to snake around Set's body for his cock.
It's solely for himself, though. He's sure Set can and will get off even if Lucifer never so much as laid a finger on his dick. That gesture is because Lucifer wants to. This god, everything about him is a black hole of want and Lucifer's been pulled in. He, too, is a creature that wants. And wants. And wants more. So he grips Set's erection tight, pumping along its length in time with their hectic pace. Now and then he slows or speeds up, twists his hand, runs his thumb over his cockhead. Feeling him hot and hard only makes Lucifer want more. Surely this lone won't be enough to satisfy either of them and he's more than certain what's in his hand will be in his ass before they're through. ]