i_am_your_host | upstairs with Lucifer

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upstairs with Lucifer

[Continued from here]

Emcee's room hasn't changed since the last time Lucifer was here, except now the bed has a slightly modified headboard, with more things to grab onto and be tied to, cuffed to, etc., without losing its original aesthetic. The sheets, as ever, can be spared if things get a little messy.

"Scotch first or naked first?" Emcee grins as he sets up two glasses on the table.

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Emcee switches hands and pushes the vest and jacket off Lucifer's other shoulder, lowering and raising his gaze to admire the way his shirt stretches across his broad chest.

"So, tell me, darling, will I get to cuff you as well or is it only you who gets to play kidnapper? Or perhaps cop?"

"Oh, I always think it's most fun taking turns," Lucifer replies before leaning in for a kiss.

"Ooh-"

The rest of his thoughts are cut off by the kiss.

Blindly setting the glass down on the table, Emcee grabs Lucifer's belt and rises up on tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Meanwhile his fingers are quickly undoing said belt.

"Take me first," he says breathlessly between kisses, going for the buttons on his shirt now.

"Makes sense. We are going to teach you have to escape," Lucifer replies, sounding amused as he slides his fingers into Emcee's hair.

There is something about that word escape, plus the hand in his hair, that sends a thrill through him. Being captive, in thrall. Pinned down like prey--

"Yes," he says with a low, sultry chuckle as he makes fast work of those pesky shirt buttons. "I'm a quick learner. You won't have to discipline me too hard."

"Good. It's too much like work," Lucifer says, before nipping at Emcee's earlier.

"I'm thinking we can cuff you to the bed."

"It doesn't have to be like work if you make it fun," he giggles, his breath warm on Lucifer's neck.

He takes a step back and peels his tank top off, flings it away, and wriggles his hips out of his tight trousers.

"Should I resist?"

"Do you want to?" Lucifer asks, picking up his glass again and taking a sip.

Emcee takes another slow step backwards toward the bed, not taking his eyes off of Lucifer's body.

"Maybe," he says coyly, though his heartbeat is racing. "I-- like the feeling of being caught."

Lucifer takes a step toward him.

"Getting caught, hmm? Tell me more."

A thrill goes up his spine when Lucifer comes closer, and he reactively takes another step back.

"Caught, held down-- overpowered," he finds himself saying.

Not that it would've been particularly difficult to get him to admit to it. It was always obvious in the dynamics between him and his larger sex partners.

"Ah. I see," Lucifer says, silkily, and steps closer still, as he removes the handcuffs from his back pocket.

"So not running necessarily? More like this?"

A step by step chase towards the bed.

"Not running, no," he chuckles breathily. This time he tries not to move, but every nerve is set to bolt.

"Just-- a bit of catch-as-catch-can, I suppose? I don't mind being manhandled."

There's a flash of playful mischievousness in his eyes, and as soon as Lucifer is within grabbing distance, he darts away-- or tries to.

Lucifer is fit and fast.

He is also not human so the speed with which he catches Emcee and lifts him up is startling. His grip doesn't hurt.
But you can tell it could.

"Ah, ah, ah," he says. "No running away."

Emcee utters a surprised yelp, even though he knew it was coming. He just didn't expect the speed and strength. And to be lifted right off his feet.

"Fuck, you are fast," he gasps, wriggling in Lucifer's hold. He isn't really trying to get away; he just wants to be subdued.

Lucifer tightens his hold on him.
And smiles.

"Caught you. Now - what am I going to do with you?"

Emcee could melt in Lucifer's arms right now but he thrums with arousal and the thrill of the game.

"You'll have to keep me from getting away, won't you?" he pants, slightly straining against him.

"I will have to tie you down, won't I?" Lucifer purrs as he carries Emcee the rest of the way to the bed.

"By any means necessary," he purrs back though playfully defiant. He still strains against his firm grip, not quite enough to hurt himself--he just likes the feel of Lucifer's hands on him--but the moment Lucifer sets him down he will try to squirm away.

He won't get far.
Lucifer moves on top of him, pinning him down as he gets out the handcuffs.

yes

Panting with anticipation, Emcee lets out a breathy moan, eyelashes fluttering as he looks up at Lucifer with a lusty gaze.

"Oh, no, whatever shall I do..."

"You will lie still and take it," Lucifer says, cheerfully, as he snaps the handcuff around one of Emcee's wrists and pulls it up so he can snap the other part around a strategically placed part of the headboard.

There has always been something...intense behind Lucifer's cheerfulness. The bright, flashy smile, the directness of his gaze.

"Mm, you absolute devil."

Emcee lets himself be cuffed, his breath hitching when he gives his arm a tug and finds that he really is restrained, like for real. With Lucifer looming over him, the sense of being trapped and captured kicks in. And it turns him on.

Lucifer smiles at the tug and then he moves back a little to undress himself.

Just out of touching distance

Ah, dammit, he can't even reach Lucifer with his toes.

He whines dramatically, clinging to the bar above his head. All he can do is watch Lucifer take his clothes off and let the sight of his bare body make him writhe in arousal and anticipation.

For a second, though, his glance slides over to the bucket of ice and the candles and his head spins with the possibilities.

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