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

[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.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer takes a fortifying sip of whiskey and reaches over to stroke his fingers through Emcee's hair.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee purrs like a pleased cat, his breath hot against Lucifer's skin. It also sounds like a thoughtful hum. Because hmm, what to put his mouth on next...

Raising his eyes to Lucifer, looking up at him through a fringe of long hair, he purses his lips around the tip of his cock in a wet, sucking kiss.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer looks down at him. Smiling.
Licking his lips with just the tip of his tongue.

He also puts his glass down on the small side table.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee does it again, the corners of his mouth curling upward in a smiling reply. And he teases the head of his cock with the tip of his tongue, delicate little flicks and licks, as he watches Lucifer's own tongue and lips.

[wayward_sun]

The tongue is joined by teeth as Lucifer bites his lower lip. Just a little.

[i_am_your_host]

With fluttering eyelashes, Emcee takes him in halfway, lips and tongue gliding effortlessly along his shaft. He moans around him, delighting in the feel of him in his mouth.

After a brief, indulgent moment, he then swallows him all the way to the hilt, his nose nearly touching his lower abdomen.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer gasps and shudders, almost trembling a little.

He is very responsive to stimuli. At least this kind.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee begins to slowly move his head up and down, tracing along the veins and ridges with the tip of his tongue, wanting to feel Lucifer grow hard in his mouth.

One hand moves down to massage Lucifer's balls with deep, caressing, stimulating strokes. The other hand sweeps up over his stomach and chest. Moaning at the feel of his hot skin.

[wayward_sun]

It's working.
It's working very well indeed.

There might be squirming.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee adores the squirming.

He reaches up to pinch a nipple in the crook of his fingers as he sucks hard, pulling back slowly, tongue curling around his shaft like a serpent.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer gasps, very loudly, and digs his fingers into the plush surface of the seat.

[i_am_your_host]

After Emcee swallows him whole, he does it again, pinching harder and sucking harder, tongue rippling against his shaft. He takes as much pleasure in it as he gives; it's exhilarating to make someone come undone, especially someone like Lucifer.

[wayward_sun]

He lets his head fall back and groans. A deep, primal sound.
Eager.
Hungry.
Powerful.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee inhales sharply, shuddering with arousal.

After a second or two, his breath hot and heavy against Lucifer's flesh, he resumes bobbing his head, with slightly more urgency. More hunger.

With one hand he massages the base of his cock. And with his other, he strokes himself with the same movements. Lucifer would feel his arm brushing against his leg as he gets off to getting him off.