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.

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is hard, but he keeps his hands gripping the edge of the tub to prolong this exquisite torture. And just beneath every gasp and cry is a strain of joy. The eager lustiness that Lucifer draws out of him so well.

[wayward_sun]

He likes that subtle note; the joy.
It's what he is there for.

He nibbles.some more of Emcee's shoulder and replaces his fingers with his cock.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee lets out a throaty moan and wantonly pushes his hips back against Lucifer's. Reaching up to dig his fingers into Lucifer's hair, blunt nails scratching his scalp.

[wayward_sun]

He stars moving, making the water slow around them.
Pushing his head into the touch.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee grunts out a yes, matching Lucifer's rhythm, gripping his short hair. He tips his head, exposing more of his neck and wanting to feel more of Lucifer's mouth on him. The water begins to slosh a little more wildly, eventually dripping over the edge. But now is not the time to be concerned about spillage.

[wayward_sun]

He gets what he wants for, with kissing and kissing and licking as Lucifer picks up his pace.

Fucking him harder.

[i_am_your_host]

Whimpering cries of pain and pleasure escape him. He tries to keep up the pace, but he falters when Lucifer's thrusts slam into him. One hand grasping the edge of the tub, the other clinging to the back of Lucifer's head, he holds out for as long as he can. This is what he wants, to unravel and be overwhelmed. To lose control under someone else's.

[wayward_sun]

Someone enthusiastic, who has no qualms about showing that, hollering and laughing as he comes.

[i_am_your_host]

Exactly.

Lucifer's unbridled pleasure fills Emcee with the same, his shouts and laughter making the corners of Emcee's mouth turn up as he tips his head back and--

oh that is glorious


The room echoes with their combined sounds of ecstasy.

Panting and reeling, Emcee slumps over the edge of the tub, resting his head on a towel.

[wayward_sun]

"I think we may have ruined the bathwater," Lucifer grins down at him.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee can't help a breathless laugh. He shifts off his knees and rests against the wall of the tub.

"The tub will need a good scrub, that's for certain," he chuckles. "We can rinse off in the shower."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer gets up and gets out of the bath, naked and dripping.
"Cold or warm?" he asks over his shoulder.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee watches him rise up and up and up, staring at his gloriously wet body before replying, "Oh, warm, darling, definitely warm. Cold showers are only for when there's a crisis."

Emcee unplugs the drain and carefully makes his way out of the tub. The bath mat absorbed most of the spillage, so the floor isn't too flooded.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer turns on the water and adjusts the temperature.

"It's a really nice shower," he calls out to Emcee over his shoulder.
"Very roomy."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee quickly tiptoes across the cool floor and ducks into the shower stall.

It is roomy. The tub is similarly roomy. As is the bed. It all seems disproportionate for a single, small tenant, and Emcee isn't normally prone to material extravagance.

"It's always nice for when I have company over," he deflects cheerfully as he runs his fingers through his wet hair and tries not to stare at Lucifer's scars.

[wayward_sun]

"Now that I can forethought," Lucifer says, approvingly, and starts lettering up.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee should not be having a crush on the Devil, because that is just going to mess everything up, not to mention the fact that he's fulfilling Emcee's obsession with sex with powerful supernatural beings, and this is not the right time to ask more questions about his wings.

Emcee bites the inside of his lip and continues to wash himself.

"My partners are usually much larger than I am, hence all the extra space."

[wayward_sun]

"You've got a type?"

Apparently, this passes for small talk.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's eyes flick up to Lucifer.

"Every type is my type, darling," he says with a wry little smile. "But I suppose one could spot a sort of pattern, indicating a frequency of tall, broad-shouldered types." He shrugs, still smiling. "Still, I can't really predict who I end up showering with next."

[wayward_sun]

"Really?" Lucifer says.

And then, "Do you think they're broad?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's lips twitch at that. He reaches up and sweeps both hands across Lucifer's chest as if measuring him.

"Well, yes. They're certainly broader than mine."

And they would have to be, maybe, he wants to add, to bear his wings. He wishes he knew what they looked like. But he can't ask. It would only upset him.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer chuckles.

“You’re probably right.”

He rinses his hair and tips his head back undr the spay.

[i_am_your_host]

Perhaps a cold shower would have been better for Emcee after all.

Having finished rinsing off, Emcee leans in to kiss the center of Lucifer's chest. "Stay as long as you like, darling," he says, before slipping out of the shower.

He wraps a towel around his waist, and spreads out a few more towels on the floor to absorb drippings and minimize cold feet. A large, folded towel on the counter awaits Lucifer.

Ooh, there's still wine. Emcee needs some. He drains what's left in the glass.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer does stay in the shower for a little while yet.

And then he finds the towel - ooh, fluffy - and starts drying off.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee has emptied the bottle of wine into the glass and sips from it as he dries his hair, like one does.

When Lucifer emerges, he looks over at him, because he would never miss the moment when wet, naked Devil comes out of a steamy shower.

Emcee plucks up the last chocolate, all melty from the heat of the room.

"Last one, darling. Shall we split it?"