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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[wayward_sun]

Lucifer chuckles - a silent vibration around Emcee's cock - and then he curls a finger to press against his prostate.

The Devil has an eye for details.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee utters a hoarse cry, every inch of him shuddering with relentless pleasure.

He hasn't had very many sex partners who were able to make him scream. Coincidentally, he had met most of them in Milliways.

He stares down the length of his body with starry vision and sees Lucifer with his beautiful lips around his cock and whiiiiimper he can't last for much longer like this.

[wayward_sun]

The Devil likes it when they scream.

He does it again.
And again.

[i_am_your_host]

And Emcee screams, again and again.

Until he doesn't. Which is when his whole body goes rigid, back arching off the bed. His breath leaves him in a long, drawn-out moan of ecstasy as he comes.

And then all goes still and limp. La petite mort.

His one arm just hangs there by the handcuffs.