In the hot tub with Lucifer

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee lets Lucifer into his room, which hasn't changed since the last time he was here. The window blinds are open to the evening sky, and strategically placed lamps give the place a warm glow.

"While I get the tub ready, please do help yourself to a drink if you like," he says, gesturing to the table where he keeps his liquor and glasses handy. Gin, whiskey, brandy, vodka, and red wine are his staples. There's also a half-empty box of cherry liqueur-filled chocolates.

Meanwhile, Emcee sets his sunglasses on the dresser and flits across the room into the bathroom.

Comments

[wayward_sun]

"Work. The paper sort and the mingle sort and the sex sort. It's all very demanding."

Poor Lucifer.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee kneads his calves (Lucifer has very nice, long legs) and works down to rubbing the insteps of his feet. His feet which must be so tired from being in those expensive shoes.

"Very arduous indeed," he agrees. "Constant mingling and sex does take a lot out of you and it's always nice to recharge with some alone time. But don't you have people to do your paperwork for you?"

[wayward_sun]

"Well, yes. But there is a limit to how much you can delegate."

He sighs happily as Emcee works on his lower legs and feet.

"That is good."

[i_am_your_host]

"And you want to ensure that things are being done just the way you want them," he says in agreement with him.

After spending a few more moments on his feet and legs, Emcee moves to straddle Lucifer's thighs, facing him. Beneath the surface of the water, he runs his hands up Lucifer's torso and chest. Touch massage or copping a feel? Both, maybe.

[wayward_sun]

"Yes, I do like having a hand in the matter," Lucifer purrs and runs his hands up Emcee's back. He is not massaging.

[i_am_your_host]

"Nothing wrong with being hands-on," he remarks, his lips curled in a pleased smirk. He arches his back under Lucifer's touch, and he slides his own hands up over his shoulders, kneading the muscles.

"But don't you fret about that, darling. We have no worries here."

He plucks a chocolate from the box and holds it up to Lucifer's lips.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer lifts his chin and parts his lips.

He likes that premise.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee places the little mound of chocolate on Lucifer's tongue, swiping his fingertips over his lips in the process.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer closes his mouth and traps Emcee's fingers in the process.
Holding his gaze.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee slowly drags his fingers free, never breaking his gaze as he licks traces of chocolate off his fingertips.

He then leans in, and just as slowly again, he slips his tongue in between Lucifer's lips.

[wayward_sun]

He cants his head a little so he can deepen the kiss.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee hums into the sweetened kiss, his tongue sliding sensuously against Lucifer's and the melting chocolate.

Meanwhile his hands roam over his shoulders, his chest, palms rubbing his nipples.

[wayward_sun]

He likes that as evidenced by a quick breath and a chuckle.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee chuckles breathily in kind, licking the mix of chocolate and syrupy liqueur from his mouth, drinking in his kisses.

He continues to rub and pinch Lucifer's nipples in the crooks of his fingers, then drags his blunt fingernails down his chest. And he grinds his hips on him, cock to cock.

[wayward_sun]

"Moving on from the massage?" Lucifer asks, running his hands down Emcee's side, down to rest at his hips.

[i_am_your_host]

"This is a massage," he insists, innocently, as he just as innocently gyrates his hips against him. "My massages are simultaneously stimulating and relaxing."

[wayward_sun]

"Ah, I see. Do you do internal pressure point massaging as well?"

Just as innocently.

[i_am_your_host]

"Of course I do. It's one of my specialties." His gyrating becomes slower, as he continues to run his hands over Lucifer's body. "I could demonstrate, if you like..."

[wayward_sun]

"I've heard good things about it," Lucifer replies, all wide eyed curiosity.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee laughs and pats Lucifer's cheek.

"You are so cute when you pretend to be innocent."

He pours some more wine into the glass and sips a mouthful before offering the glass to Lucifer.

[wayward_sun]

"I guess this face rather works against me in that role," Lucifer grins at him as he takes the glass.

[i_am_your_host]

"A bit," he chuckles.

Emcee slides off of Lucifer and drifts over to a shelf where he keeps various bath salts, oils, and soaps. And also waterproof lube.

"But that doesn't mean I won't still give you that massage."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer spreads his arms wide, resting them in the edge of the tub.

"I'm all yours."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee looks admiringly at Lucifer, the very picture of hedonism.

He glides over to his side, turned toward him and settling there for a moment, before slipping his hand between his thighs. With slick, gentle fingertips, he caresses his balls, and strokes his perineum to get him warmed up.

[wayward_sun]

He lets his head fall back and moans, softly.
Enjoying the attention and the touches.