upstairs with Lucifer

[i_am_your_host]

[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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[i_am_your_host]

He cries out, soft hissing sounds of pain-but-pleasure, his hips twitching as he tries to keep still. He pulls at the cuffs, gasping, while his other hand grasps at Lucifer's neck.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer pops another ice cube into his mouth -and then he slides down and licks the side of Emcee's cock, carefully keeping the candles out of the way.

[i_am_your_host]

Digging his heels into the sheets, he writhes and exhales a drawn-out moan, his stiffened cock jumping at the touch of Lucifer's tongue.

"Oh, darling, I can't take this," he pants, half-chuckling.

[wayward_sun]

"Oh," Lucifer says. Surprised.
"Oh. Well, we better take a short break then."

And then he moves away to settle down on the bed.
Just out of reach.

Handcuffs, Emcee.

[i_am_your_host]

"What--"

He moves to sit up but he's jerked back by the handcuffs, and he yelps. He can't even turn to reach him without straining something.

"No, wait! I was joking, darling!" he whines helplessly. "Please keep going!" He's on the verge of begging.

[wayward_sun]

"Won't that be too much for you?" Lucifer asks, full of concern.

"I wouldn't want you to sprain anything."

This is fun.

[i_am_your_host]

What a devil, indeed!

"No, that's the point, isn't it?" he pleads. "Being too much? Besides, it's not worth it if I don't get a few bruises and sore joints out of this. Darling, come on, you just got to the good part..."

[wayward_sun]

"You think so,"Lucifer purrs, moving up the bed. "Is that what you really want? What you - desire?"

A voice like warm honey.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee stops wriggling as he's caught in Lucifer's gaze and his voice washes over him.

"Yes," he murmurs, a dreamy look on his face. "It's been a while since I felt like this and I want to feel it again."

[wayward_sun]

"Trapped?"
Still in the warm voice, sliding closer still, close enough to run the hand without candles up Emcee's inner thigh.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee gasps deeply, his eyelids fluttering, and he exhales a shuddering sigh.

"Trapped and feeling like you could just devour me alive," he moans.

His breath hitches a bit, and he blinks.

"Metaphorically, of course."

[wayward_sun]

"Of course," Lucifer agrees.
"So less wax and more -"

He captures Emcee's mouth with his own and kisses him aggressively.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee utters a muffled groan and grabs the headboard, submitting to his forceful kiss. Lucifer is unsurprisingly a very detailed and thorough sex partner, and that is wonderful, but when he gets rough--

Emcee gets hard.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer grins against his lips as he puts the candle down carefully, freeing north hands.

That way he can grab hold of Emcee's free wrist and pin him properly.

[i_am_your_host]

He moans into the kiss, wanting to run his fingers through Lucifer's hair again, but before he can, his wrist is pinned down. Feigning a struggle, he tries to wriggle out of his grasp. With a sighing whine, he tilts his chin up to push back against the kiss, deepening it.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer slides his thigh between Emcee's, pressing against him

He's not evil, after all.

[i_am_your_host]

Still kissing him hungrily, Emcee exhales another whine, grateful and ecstatic this time to have Lucifer's thigh to rub against. It was getting unbearable, not being able to just throw himself at him.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer slides his lips across Emcee's cheek to sickle as his earlobe.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, darling," he gasps against Lucifer's ear, arching and rocking his hips. The weight and heat of his body drives him wild with desire. "Do whatever you want to me, I'm yours..."

[wayward_sun]

He slides his hands down Emcee's sides, down to his hips.

"Whatever I want?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's breath hitches at the touch of Lucifer's strong hands, tantalized by the power that he knows he's holding back.

"If it feels good to you, yes, darling, whatever you want," he pants.

[wayward_sun]

He tilts his hip and moves forward. Just a little bit.

Just teasing.

"What will you do if I let go of your hand?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's toes curl, his entire body thrumming with need.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks, his voice low and eager.

[wayward_sun]

"Touch yourself."

It's whisper.

[i_am_your_host]

He breathes out a shaky sigh, eyelashes fluttering.

"Yes," he moans, "I can do that for you, darling. I'll show you how much I want you."