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 snorts. And then bursts out with laughter.

As he quiets down, he shakes his head.

"It doesn't matter," he says with a shrug and a dismissive chuckle. "I'm sorry to have brought it up, I shouldn't be talking about other people like this. I think the whiskey has gone straight to my head. Would you like a refill?"

[wayward_sun]

"I don't mind gossip," Lucifer says. "It's the glue of society. And yes, please."

[i_am_your_host]

"The glue gets a little tacky when one starts gossiping about one's self," he remarks with a sheepish wince as he pours a measure of whiskey into Lucifer's glass.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer laughs.
"True. But I don't mind tacky either. Not that kind anyway."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee chuckles, and reaches over to sweep the backs of his fingers over Lucifer's stubbled jaw.

"How about you, then? What sort of gossip can you share?"

[wayward_sun]

"I'm woefully behind on gossip around these parts, " Lucifer says with a sigh.
"I don't even know whom to stalk to get the good stuff."

[i_am_your_host]

"Mm, it's hard to find people with loose lips," he says wryly.

"What about back home? Anything juicy happening around your parts?"

tee hee

[wayward_sun]

He laughs.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. People ask for favors, I call in a few."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee tilts his head at him like a cat with many questions.

"Favors?" he asks. "You mean, you make deals."

[wayward_sun]

He shakes his head.
"Not deals, no. People- desire things. Sometimes, I can help out in exchange for a favour owed."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee tilts his head the other way.

It still sounds like people are making deals with the Devil.

"That's very generous of you to use your position and influence to help people," he says. "I imagine you've become a respected figure-- even if they might not actually believe that you are the Devil."

[wayward_sun]

"I like it. It's like a puzzle of sorts, making all the pieces fit."

He smiles a little.

[i_am_your_host]

"Humans in their natural environment must be fascinating creatures to you," he chuckles.

Natural environment, meaning, not in the confines of Hell.

[wayward_sun]

"You are. I actually rather lime humanity. Most of the time anyway."

He chuckles lazily and finishes his drink.

[i_am_your_host]

"'Most of the time' is probably more than we deserve, but I appreciate the sentiment," he says wryly, taking Lucifer's empty glass.

"Another drink? Bedtime? Blowjob? Or if there's somewhere else that you have to be...?" He stands close to him and sweeps his fingertips over his collarbone. "Whatever you desire, darling."

[wayward_sun]

"Can the offers be combined?" Lucifer asks, looking up at him from under lowered lids.

"Because one and three sounds like a winning combination."

[i_am_your_host]

A feline smile parts his lips and he utters a girlish giggle.

"They most certainly can," he purrs, holding out a hand for him to take. "Come sit on the loveseat. You'll be much more comfortable there."

The sofa is smoky gray-colored plush, velvety soft against bare skin. In front of it is a fluffy cream rug for occasions such as now. Emcee has thought of everything.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer takes his hand and follows along.
"Like a parlour but for oral sex. I like that."

He does.

[i_am_your_host]

"Like I said, every comfort and convenience," he says with a grin, graciously leading him to the sofa. "Sprawl as you wish, darling."

Meanwhile, Emcee steps back to the drinks table to generously refill Lucifer's glass with whiskey, before bringing it to him. There's a smaller end table by the side of the sofa where Lucifer can set the glass down if things get too...exciting.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer settles down on the couch and makes himself - expectantly - comfortable.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee kneels down between Lucifer's feet. He warms his palms on his own thighs before running them over Lucifer's, kneading slightly. And then he dips his head to sweep his lips and tongue along the inside of his thigh, nuzzling and grazing lightly with his teeth. He purrs at the scent of him, of freshly showered Devil and a deeper sort of musk just below that.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer sighs, happily, relaxing his thighs.
(They're still pretty firm).

[i_am_your_host]

They are nicely firm thighs. And Emcee likes the way he sprawls. As if he's posing for a naughty photo, yet still natural.

Emcee moves his mouth up, his cheek cuddling against Lucifer's cock. His hands move up as well, stroking the muscle above his hips.

"There must be many people willing to do this for you," he murmurs hotly into the crook of his thigh. "Pretty girls, pretty boys..." He kisses him between words.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer shudders a little at the kisses.
And the words.

"... yes."

[i_am_your_host]

"All so...desirous to go down on their knees..."

He wetly mouths his balls, kissing and licking them. One hand moves to lightly massage the base of his cock. So far he hasn't laid lips or tongue on it yet. Just biding his time.