[ There's no reply except the very physical one, Lucifer humming deep in his throat and pulling him closer by the small of his back, hand big and warm and gentle, spread across his skin, so Elio follows, no reservations when they're suddenly not just chest to chest, face to face, but also crotch to crotch, the other man hard beneath the fabric of his suit pants. Morning wood, Elio thinks and his own cock responds almost instinctively, growing half-hard in his own pants within seconds. Well on the way towards fully erect. Elio breathes out long and hard, nose pressing in softly against the side of Lucifer's much stronger, more majestic one, the clean line of it blurry as he blinks his face into focus. The perfect symmetry of his features, the depth of his eyes, the darkness. Swallowing, he follows the movement of Lucifer's hand until they're pressed up against each other fully, he can feel the hard, broad, big outline of the other man's cock this way, only slightly obscured by three layers of fabric, nothing that can't be dealt with and fast.
But first... oh.
He runs one hand up the breadth of Lucifer's back, following the outline of muscle until his wings get in the way, feathers tickling his fingertips and if the fact that Lucifer's hard for him first thing in the morning didn't do the trick, the feathers would have. It's beautiful, all of it's beautiful. Filling his lungs, deep, deep inhale, Elio angles his head a bit, letting his lips slide over Lucifer's, slowly sticking his tongue out to trace his cupid's bow, then the jutting bulge of his lower lip with just the tip of it. His lips are soft, they taste like him.
A small sound of enjoyment and he finally pushes up against the other man's cock for real, feels the slide of his length through his pants. The friction is subdued, definitely not enough, but this is just the beginning anyway.
[ Mm. Elio responds by breathing out heavily, running his hand up Lucifer's back in turn all the way to his shoulder blades. Lucifer shivers very slightly in response as the other man's fingers tickle past his feathers, his skin tingling. He opens his mouth, using his tongue to coax Elio's inside, giving him room to explore as he might please. This, it means, is yours. He spent hours, yesterday, picking bullets out of Lucifer's wings like he'd risen out of bed that morning just to do exactly that and nothing else. Like it was all so incredibly self-evident. Sometimes, he's amazed by how little it takes, how little Elio needs to simply accept what happens between them and other times, it almost frightens him.
How little it takes.
He groans as the other man pushes up against his cock. They're both wearing way too much for this and Lucifer quickly reaches down with his free hand, the one not currently stuck between his own body and the bed. He undoes Elio's trousers quickly, completely by habit, popping the button open and zipping down his fly. Reaching inside, he pushes the other man's underwear aside and nudges his cock free of its confinements, just a very gentle, very light touch of fingers around his shaft. His own cock is twitching helplessly against his thigh and he shifts, wriggling his hips a bit, his feathers rustling at the movement.
He pulls the wing currently covering Elio's side upwards, lifting it and tilting it slightly against the sun, light scattering all over the bed, against Elio's face. Curving it against his back and hip to get it out of the way, he starts in on his own trousers. ]
[ It's all so fluid, so natural. Like they've progressed from angrily clawing at each other like the last time they went for full physical to finding their voices together as they had over the phone to this. This, here. Just following the inclination hanging so evidently in the air between them.
Elio groans and pushes his tongue in between Lucifer's lips, the way he's giving himself to him, kissing him deeply and filling his mouth. Claiming his space, this, this is mine. It makes him hard the rest of the way and when the other man reaches down to undo his pants, much experience with the button-zipper combination, and eases him out of his underwear, he's all ready for him, hard and horny. Eager. Pulling out of the kiss abruptly at the feel of the other man's fingers, a very light touch, nothing too dry or raspy, he lets Lucifer get to work on his own pants while he pushes his own down to his ankles, kicks them off and blindly tosses them to the floor, uncaring about where they land. Briefs and socks go the same way.
Once fully naked, desperately bare for him, Elio crawls on his knees over to the other man, as soon as he's out of his clothes. Just moves right up next to him, sitting there on his knees, cock stiff and throbbing, looking him over from the light of his wing that's illuminating the entire room in a glass-like transparency to the very, very big cock between his thighs, begging to be sucked. Elio stares almost firmly into Lucifer's face. ]
Ask me again. [ This could mean many things, he knows, so he quickly elaborates. ] Ask me what I want.
[ Because I want to tell you, it means. I want to give you my desire. ]
[ Elio pulls out of the kiss to get properly naked which, well, that's basically the only reason he bothers to quell the whine trying to escape his throat at the loss of heat in his mouth. He shakes out of his trousers and socks himself, folding them easily and leaving them on the leather couch opposite the bed. Then, he watches as Elio slips back onto the bed next to him, gloriously naked, and he thinks about the phone sex, about all the times they could have but didn't and suddenly, he can't understand how he's managed to go without for so long, it's completely unlike him and interesting, consequently.
Gaze narrowed, he looks at the other man as he kneels next to him, his cock hard and pink against his stomach. It's pretty, long and naked at the top because that's how that story goes, and Lucifer's really achingly hard for him, remembering the way he looked when he'd settled down next to him yesterday, when Lucifer had still been hurting enough that he couldn't care about asking.
Beautiful, sweet Elio who knows about him and wants him to ask, regardless. ]
Very well.
[ He swallows, tilting his head sideways a fraction. Meets the other man's brown eyes and says, acutely aware that he's actually just posing a question, not tempting the truth out of him or offering anything besides the obvious in return: ]
[ It's just a question, between them. There's no insistency in Lucifer's eyes, there's no command to his voice, it's just a question. Elio loves it, he wants to kiss him, he wants to coax Lucifer's tongue into his mouth and have him wet him up, make him ready and give him enough spit to slick up the whole, hard, long, big length of Lucifer's cock afterwards.
He doesn't, though, he only leans in until their lips are almost brushing, their eyes on perfect level and they're basically staring into each other's souls like this. With a smile, it isn't edged or sharp or even particularly sultry, it's just happy, because Elio is. Elio is happy (and horny, but mostly happy) that they've finally come to this point. He's waited and waited and waited and he's had company and he's been alone... But he's waited.
Sometimes, just sometimes, waiting pays off. When it's the right people you're waiting for. Pursing his lips, he says, voice low, not a whisper, not a growl, just intimate and warm and honest. ]
I want to suck your cock - [ Pulling back just enough to raise his free hand, he presses it to his mouth and licks a fat trail up the palm of it, slicking himself up. Then, he trails it all wetly down Lucifer's stomach, until he gets to the base of his cock which he carefully closes his fingers around. ] - I want you to fill me so I don't have to be empty any longer.
[ He remembers, he remembers Lucifer's words when he came a couple of days prior, remembers the instruction about his fingers, about touching his lips and the understanding in it, the need for nearness and meaning. Lucifer has given him so much already, has filled so many of his voids in completely non-sexual ways, this is just the continuation of that development. Going from empty to full. From alone to together.
Meeting the other man's eyes, he doesn't move further. Waits, again, he's here, he can afford it, one more second, one more. ]
[ His cock twitches happily in response to Elio's words while Lucifer smiles, widely and without sharpness, just pure delight, through and through. After all, he's been looking at those lips of his more than once but more than that, there's just something very sweet and trusting about the way he says it. So I don't have to be empty, he says, and that's what his fall has been about for a long time, isn't it, about emptiness, about Saturdays that were never booked enough to matter, about relations that came and went. Lucifer, meanwhile, has forgotten what it feels like to wonder about his mojo, about why it doesn't work on Elio. Along the way, a much more important question has arisen - would he really - does he really - because sometimes, he has a hard time believing that the other man's actually real.
You'd think he belonged to another world altogether, just by looking at him. Knowing him only makes this impression feel more acute.
Elio takes him in hand between his long, elegant fingers, his palm spit-slicked and wet. The friction isn't enough to do anything besides make him hungry for more so Lucifer shifts onto his hip, just to give him a better angle, raising his wings a bit to leave his feathers cascading down the side of the bed. He spreads his legs a little in invitation, reaching out and curving one, broad hand against the back of Elio's head. He strokes his hair, his neck. Thinks gentle, first, like it's second nature to him which is a ridiculous notion, obviously. A torturer and a punisher, he is, first and foremost. If sending Cain to Hell didn't prove it, then surely, the fact that he murdered his own blood does. His hand stills, then, his gaze sliding away from Elio, off to the side while his expression grows less carefree, less uncomplicated.
There is such a thing as being undeserving.
Gentleness notwithstanding.
He thinks about throwing his wings around Chloe, about the pain that followed before he'd taken flight, completely by instinct, landing them both on the roof. Then, he'd left her there. Gone to do the deed, to take care of Cain like he's taken care of Uriel, like he's taken care of the sinners in Hell for thousands and thousands of years. No, gentleness doesn't belong to him and it's actually quite perverse, in a way, that a man like Elio should exist, that he should be here, putting it on offer. His wings drop a little against his back, his fingers trailing through Elio's hair now, aimlessly. ]
[ There's the smile, first, exactly as Elio knows him to be, bright and shining and lively. The way he angles himself into his touch by pushing up on his hip, his hand curving behind Elio's head as if ready to guide him, help him through the act, but then a pause follows. Elio sees it, how he looks away, his wings drooping behind his back and he could cheer him up, sure, by way of the blowjob itself, blowjobs are good for many things in life, really, but one thing they're no use with is the feeling of failure and otherness and wrong, wrong, wrong, Elio remembers from that summer, Oliver on his knees, making nothing better. Just because Elio wants and fuck, he wants, it shouldn't be like this.
Maybe they're here, but they're not quite ready to move on yet.
He releases Lucifer's cock slowly, instead trailing his hand flatly, still slick and wet, up his stomach again, over his midriff, chest, one nipple, shoulder, curving his fingers over the muscle there. Carefully, Elio lies down on his side next to him, facing him like they had yesterday, except now they're both hard and he could, he could, but he won't.
He'll wait a little bit longer. So, he spreads his arms out towards the other man and gestures towards him broadly. Invites the embrace completely without expectations in return. Sex was on the table, right now it's off, it'll change again.
Wait, wait, wait. ]
You're not difficult to like, Lucifer. Not to me.
[ Just because Elio has helped fix his wings, there are aspects of how Lucifer sees himself he hasn't. Can't. Because only Lucifer can do that, though he deserves all the help he can get. Now his best friend has run away and who even knows what happened to get him gunned down in the first place? Elio doesn't ask, but Elio can do the math.
Another small shake of his arms, come, it means. Please stay in this moment with me. ]
[ When Elio releases his cock and runs his hand up his front instead, he blinks and looks back at him, realising that he'd drifted a bit. The other man simply re-positions himself in Lucifer's orbit, the way he seems to do with such natural ease, lying down on his side and opening his arms in invitation. You're not difficult to like he says and Lucifer stares at him, gaze a little bit wide, a little bit blown, and for some reason, this too, he... gets to have. Understanding, warmth, patience. All things that he's never...
He sighs, heavily. Slips closer, into Elio's open arms, not because he particularly craves or likes hugs but because the man's offering to bridge the distance and Lucifer was the one who went away, there, unprompted. He puts his chin lightly on Elio's shoulder, his still-hard cock pressing up against the other man's thigh. His wings curl, the tip of the right one resting against Elio's leg, the edges razor-sharp but light, endlessly so. He breathes out, slowly.
Then, he turns his head, lips sliding over Elio's neck, earlobe, tickling through strands of soft, bed-warm hair. ]
You can, you know.
[ He takes Elio's hand and leads it down between his own thighs, his cock rock-hard still because it takes more to kill that than a burst of celestial angst. The thing with Lucifer is, despite the contradictions inherent to it, he wants what he shouldn't be given, he wants it and craves it, as he has since the dawn of his own creation.
[ With a sigh, Lucifer slips in between his arms and Elio holds him by his waist, keeps him close, thinking faintly that maybe they could sleep twelve hours more and things would have settled, the Detective would come carrying all her apologies, whatever messed up Lucifer's wings yesterday would be history and over, no consequences - but nothing ever plays out this way, he knows. He's been waiting for Oliver for fifteen years, Elio understands the concept of impact.
Thus, he just holds Lucifer close, thinking it's unfair that his words should make the other man look so dumbstruck, thinking that he shouldn't have fallen and he shouldn't keep falling, neither of them should have, yet look at them both. His breathing is evening out slowly, even if his cock isn't following suit, still hard, still throbbing hotly between his legs.
What with the other man so close, all naked body, muscle and skin and heat.
You can, you know, Lucifer then says and reaches for Elio's hand, leading it down between his thighs and it feels natural, to just push his palm up against the underside of his cock, broad and soft and hard and he feels familiar already, so quickly. Elio draws back a little in order to meet Lucifer's eyes and curls his fingers around the base again, his palm still slick from his own saliva, drawing in a deep breath as he pulls his fingers upwards, his hold firm and tight enough to be felt. Lucifer's cock really is huge, he almost can't close his fingers around the full girth of it and it makes the heat in his belly feel acute, desperate. By the time his hand reaches the ridge of foreskin beneath the head, Elio's pulled his other arm free, too, and is balancing the other man's cock with two hands, beginning to stroke his length with his right slowly. It's unhurried, but there's the right kind of pressure of thumb down the veins along the shaft, a slight rubbing of his palm over the head. Careful.
Sensitive, Lucifer said, back then.
Breathing shot at this point, too fast and uneven to really do much but leave him dizzy, Elio leans in and catches Lucifer's mouth again, opening up to him, running his tongue along his lower lip to coax him in. ]
[ There's something immensely satisfying about the way Elio wraps first one, then both, hands around his cock, the way his fingers don't quite reach around its girth. If he has to be a monster, at least he's bloody well hung. He lets Elio finger him as he likes, the touch of his thumb along the veins running beneath the thin skin of his shaft shooting small sparks of pleasure through his groin. When he rubs the head with his palm, Lucifer's hips jerk forward a little into his grip, his next exhalation coming out as a pant against Elio's chin.
It works very nicely, then, when the other man leans in to kiss him, his lips open and inviting, telling him welcome, despite everything he's seen, despite everything he knows. Lucifer leans in, licking into Elio's mouth and pressing their tongues together, all wetness and heat, the quiet sort, something he's not quite familiar with. It doesn't surprise him, though, that sex with Elio is soft, that they manage to be careful even here.
Elio, who's careful not to fall again and Lucifer, who ruins things by the way he desires them.
They have enough experience, it seems.
There's a frown edged into his face as he shuts his eyes, curling his hand around the back of Elio's head and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Behind him, his right wing curls forward as well, folding itself over Elio's thigh and lower body. He can't quite grip with his feathers, it's a hand, sure, but a bad hand - regardless, there's a semblance of a hold to it, to the way his feathers spread out over the other man's leg, brushing Elio's hard cock in the process too.
That touch, in turn, of hard skin against the tips of his feathers, registers in Lucifer's mind like a brand and he gasps into Elio's mouth, his cock twitching between his fingers. Oh, the joy of working with several limbs at once, right? The absolute joy. He'd pull them back and store them but somehow... after last night, he's feeling... well. Somehow, maybe, he hadn't quite expected that he'd be allowed to keep them, you see, after killing Cain.
[ The kiss is deep and immensely satisfying, like Lucifer's pushing into him already and he tastes like morning and he tastes like fire and he tastes like himself and Elio breathes hard through his nose, angling his head a bit as the other man reaches up to curl his hand against the back of it, pulling him in, closer, closer, and their kiss grows closer, closer as well, deeper, deeper and he's safe here, he's safe with Lucifer's tongue licking deeply into him, his own tongue responding in kind, their lips sliding over each other, their breaths mingling and their tastes and their beings. He's safe. Here. Not alone, definitely not.
Against his hip and upper leg, Lucifer's wing fans out, feathers tickling his skin like a caress, brushing over his cock, too, and the gasp it draws from the other man almost makes Elio whimper, the feeling of the light touch, feathers, divine, making his cock jump enthusiastically. The bared head is so sensitive, if he cants his hips just slightly, he can... Pushing his tongue up against Lucifer's harder now, Elio rubs himself up against the underside of the other man's wing feathers, gives himself that soft slide. It's amazing. It's amazing how Lucifer manages to touch him doubly.
In some ways, he has from the beginning. From all sides, with everything that he is.
Pulling out of the kiss finally, rather reluctantly, but he's got places to be, Elio focuses on striking a slow, even stroking rhythm with his right hand, the other balancing Lucifer's cock by the base, just the sense of presence and hold, and bends in against his ear, muttering, voice low. ]
Don't stop touching me. I want to feel all of you.
[ Wings, hands, arms, lips, hold, caress, kiss. Greedy, Lucifer called him once and Elio is beginning to believe he really is. That maybe it's a good thing, too, maybe he hasn't been greedy enough in far, far too long, if ever. Maybe he hasn't asked enough.
With that, he licks a fat trail down the side of the other man's neck, scrapes his teeth along the slope of his shoulder before pushing himself down his front, running his mouth half-open and wet over his chest, pausing at one dark nipple to lick over it, all the while keeping the rhythm of his hand up. To balance himself against the mattress at this angle, though, Elio has to release his hold on the base of Lucifer's cock with the other, instead keeping himself positioned on the bed while he slowly, slowly works his way down. ]
[ Elio pushes up against his feathers, dragging the head of his cock over them and Lucifer moans into his mouth, pleasure flickering through him from several directions at once. His body melts against Elio's and he doesn't stop kissing him, not until the other man draws away, telling him to keep touching. Oh, well. Don't mind if he does.
As Elio slips down his body, licking over his neck, shoulder (teeth, ooh!) and further, Lucifer keeps his grip on the back of his neck, fingers digging in very slightly as he holds the other man close to his body. At this point, it feels as if he can't actually stand any notion of separation, of falling apart, and maybe he's fooling himself into thinking that it's possible to keep anything in this life, maybe he's doing that, yes. But he wants it. He wants what's here, right now, in the room between them, in the air, in the way Elio's mouth tells him here and now and give me, because he's getting braver now, isn't he, his sweet and gentle little Elio? He's letting go.
Falling and flying aren't always opposites.
Groaning, Lucifer watches as Elio slips down his body, inch by inch, his nipple hard and glistening from his spit. He keeps looking at those lips, though, his cock jerking in expectation, oh, he's really - it's not like he's never had a blowjob before in his billion-years-long lifespan, thanks, but he's fairly certain that this will be new, regardless. Everything about it - about Elio, about them - feels new.
He runs his hand over Elio's shoulders, stroking him slowly, fingers spread out wide over his skin. As the other man works his way down, he slips out of range of Lucifer's wingtips and Lucifer folds it down along his side again, mostly because it's blocking his view. ]
You look very hard for me, darling.
[ He shifts, pressing his thigh in between Elio's, pressing up briefly along the hard line of his cock, just giving him the sensation of slide, of friction. ]
[ You look very hard for me, Lucifer tells him, first keeping his head close to his body with his fingertips just digging in slightly, before stroking his shoulders, fingers spread wide over his skin. There are so many areas of contact, points in which they're touching that Elio almost can't contain all of them. Yes, yes, he's so hard for him it hurts and where's his wing going, no, come back! Lifting off the other man's midriff, lips slick and shining in the morning light, his cock so close that Elio can actively smell him, the musk and arousal, sweat, body, he looks up at Lucifer, eyes heavy-lidded, voice raw. When the other man slides his thigh up against his cock, giving him a good sense of friction, he holds his gaze almost challengingly and groans, a long, outdrawn sound of unapologetic pleasure. Pushes back against the naked skin of his thigh, leaving trails of precum there. Leaving himself all over him. ]
I'm - [ Pant, pant, pant. ] - I'm so hard for you. I've wanted you for so long, so long. I've wanted you exactly like this.
[ Licking his lips, he dips his head against, dragging his tongue down over the other man's stomach until Lucifer's cock is actually slipping along his cheek. He pauses, breathes out shakily and glances up at him. Doesn't say anything, only makes a perfect o-shape of his mouth and starts mouthing down the underside of it, from head to balls, wet slide of lips. By the base, he halts his hand, though he doesn't release him completely.
It's strange, really, Elio has given so many blowjobs in his life, he couldn't count them even if he bothered to try. Some of them have been very significant, some of them have meant something, but most of them haven't and there's something incredibly poignant about this, about touching Lucifer's cock with his mouth now, knowing it'll be different, that it simply belongs to a whole new world order.
It's Lucifer, isn't it? Lucifer's special, Elio's felt it from the beginning. Why, he can't say, but at least the how is pretty obvious. Wings. Devil. All things that only matter insofar that he's more human than anyone. Finally, Elio just closes his eyes and sticks out his tongue, pressing it flatly to the root of Lucifer's cock, dragging it slowly up the underside, tip following the trails of veins, the curve of him, the long, long, long slide up.
No, the difference is, Elio has rarely lost himself in it like this before and last time he did, he lost everything. ]
[ Exactly like this, says Elio and Lucifer's breath shudders out of him because what is this, really, it's the aftermath of one catastrophe after the other, going back to the Fall and all the failures that precluded it. Chloe still hasn't contacted him, the world he's built for himself on the ruins of his past decisions at a total standstill, its foundation quivering. It might just fall, he thinks. All of it. Again.
But Elio wants him exactly like this, knowing, and it just baffles him to a point where he doesn't know how to handle it. He watches, entranced, as the other man licks his cock, first down towards his balls, then right back up, his tongue a warm point of pressure, teasing more. Eyes narrowing to slits, he runs his fingers lazily through Elio's hair, drawing the curls out, letting them bounce back into shape. He licks his lips, tasting him, thinking about how his cock will taste once Lucifer gets to it. Like his mouth, yes, but muskier, no doubt, saltier. ]
Take your time.
[ It's not that he isn't physically impatient, what with his cock throbbing almost painfully and his balls hard and tight from arousal. But he likes watching Elio partake, it feels like the sort of thing he'd desire, the sort of thing he wouldn't necessarily allow himself. Shifting a bit, he gives him more room to do as he pleases, spreading his thighs a bit as well. On display. The way Lucifer vastly prefers his naked body - after all, what's the point of being good-looking if no one's actually looking?
Whenever Elio's tongue catches a sensitive spot on his cock - particularly beneath the head, oh - his wings actually puff up a bit behind his shoulders. Stupid things. Ridiculous. Lucky for them that they're starting to grow on him.
[ Lucifer shifts, putting himself on display, thighs spread and balls tight when Elio once more drops down the length of his cock to where it's thickest and firm between his fingers. He angles his head a bit, kissing him briefly on the soft skin between ballsack and base before moving back up once more, more tongue now, more pressure, more breath shuddering out of him at the taste. Musky and dark, masculine and yet, soft, just a little bit, like Lucifer himself, it tastes like Elio's eating him and he wants to, he wants to eat him up. He wants him inside, carry his taste. Let Lucifer carry Elio's on his skin. Like markings. He groans, feels Lucifer play with his hair calmly. Just easy movements of fingers, tucking at strands. Take your time, he says and Elio angles himself enough to glance up past the long, hard shaft of his cock, catching the other man's eyes. It sounds like permission, doesn't it? Enjoy yourself.
He is. He will.
Reaching the ridge of foreskin beneath the head, Elio angles Lucifer's cock a bit out towards himself with his hand, lets the head slip lightly over his slightly parted lips, just allows Lucifer to feel him without too much invasiveness. I am, it means, and I'm here, can you feel it. After a long moment of just that, the heaving sound of Elio's breathing, the shift of mattress and skin on wet skin, he runs just the very, very tip of his tongue along the ridge, that spot beneath the head that's so responsive (sensitive), feeling him out. Then, he aligns the whole flat upper side of his tongue with the curve of Lucifer's cock head, licking along the bared, precum-slick skin and dipping his tongue slightly into the slit, tasting him there as well.
Oh, Elio's enjoying himself, he wants Lucifer to know, he wants him to know that he has now tasted what freedom tastes like. Making a faint whimpering sound, he licks his own lips and thereby spreads the other man's precum all over them, the taste of him intensifying. ]
[ Naturally, he's had his cock worshipped before - after all, it's a whole thing for some people - but never truly for the sake of his enjoyment (at the time, obviously, this detail didn't particularly matter to him seeing as he was, in fact, getting his cocked licked like a lolly). Right now, while Elio gives him the grand treatment, working over the head, the ridge of foreskin beneath it, that spot right behind - oh, fuck, that's nice - he actually feels...
Well, treasured, basically.
If he thinks back - which, honestly, he'd rather not - he remembers this feeling, stemming from other contexts, other times, other places. He knows he's felt it before, ages and ages prior to this, because he didn't start out as a failure in the eyes of others. To begin with, they truly didn't know. What he was. What he was destined to be. He watches Elio intently, gaze heated, brushing his fingers through his hair while his groin tightens with every lick of his tongue against his cock. The other man's whimpering in pleasure, licking his own lips, tasting him and loving it.
Making a show for him.
Sighing, he tips his hips slightly forward along the width of Elio's tongue, pushing in between his lips a little, wanting to feel the glide a bit. He groans, doing it again, though he isn't actively pushing into Elio's mouth, not yet. It's his show. He'll let him know when he's ready. ]
[ It's worship, of course, in the physical sense, but more than anything every lick is the recognition of the significance Lucifer has gained in Elio's life, how he carries him with him, not like a burden or even a weight, but like a gift. No one else has ever taken him flying, lifted him up, led him. No one has given him Queen medleys or midnight lights on Santa Monica Pier. And Elio really, truly wants to carry him, too, in turn, in his arms, in his mouth, in his throat, in all his empty places. Besides the glide of Lucifer's cock along his tongue, the volume of the head just brushing his lips which makes Elio's cock jerk pitifully, licking his cock like this, the transfer of taste and scent and juices, it's connection. It's the two of them coming together.
Letting the other man's cock dip into his mouth just a bit more, like a promise, pushing his tongue up along the underside, Elio finally draws away enough to speak, keeping the sense of friction up by starting out a slow pace of his hand again. His eyes move from the glide of his fingers on his shaft to Lucifer's eyes, heated, watching him intently. His voice sounds hoarse. ]
Please - [ Elio leans in, tips Lucifer's cock a bit to fit the angle of his head and, once he's finished his sentence properly, he opens up wide. ] - come inside me.
[ It's not just a physical thing, it's not just Lucifer's cock in Elio's mouth as he tucks his teeth away and lets the whole, wide width of the head slip over his tongue, past his lips and into the wet, hot confinement of his mouth, tightening his lips around the rest, glans, shaft, just a couple of inches inside which is not enough, but it's plenty, Lucifer's so big. What it means is, so I can carry you, too, out of this bed, literally, like you deserve.
Even just a small part.
Elio hums slightly, the vibrations passing over Lucifer's skin, and tightens his lips around his shaft, feeling so full it hurts a bit. The corners of his mouth do, his heart. ]
[ Elio sounds like sex when he talks like this, a little bit hoarse, a little bit breathless, and Lucifer's cock jerks against his lips. He wets his lips, watching as the other man opens up and leans down, slipping the head of his cock into his mouth and suddenly, everything is tightness and warmth, his wetness so overwhelming that he has to stop himself forcibly from simply thrusting in; far too many ways to be a bad lay with the kind of equipment he's packing. Instead, he grasps the sheets with his free hand, fingers digging in and breathing trembling audibly as he feels the vibrations of Elio's breath around his cock, the pressure of his tongue. ]
I'd love to. You're being so good for me, Elio, look at that, look how - [ He draws in a stilted breath, his voice coming out thinner: ] - stretched you are.
[ He runs his hand around Elio's shoulder, following the long lines of his neck all the way to his jaw, cheekbone. And there, his lips. He touches his thumb to them, starts with his bottom lip and follows the contour of his perfectly o-shaped mouth all the way around, remembering the phone sex that had left his cock weeping for relief. His belly tightens, everything down below drawn up and tense.
Lovely.
Deciding that what Elio desires, Elio gets, he very gently pushes in, filling him out inch by inch until the head of his cock hits the back of his mouth. Then, he pulls out. Pushes in again. He curves his hand around his chin, keeping his head tilted up a bit, though he isn't being in any way forceful about it. It's a very slow rhythm, very purposefully considerate, giving the other man time to either adjust or change the pace if he so wishes. Lucifer's good with all of it, so long as climaxing's in the cards and Elio just told him so, didn't he. He just asked him to.
Despite everything, that's really... what he wants. ]
[ This time, it's Lucifer following his lead, isn't it? Lucifer telling him how good he's being for him in that thin, wanting voice of his, making Elio's cock weep, even more so when the other man reaches up to run his thumb over his lips, bottom lip first, then the rest of the way, like Elio did to himself that day, because the other man told him to. He remembers, still. They're sharing that moment. Again. Passing it back and forth.
Blinking rapidly, Elio keeps him mouth nice and pliant, open, welcoming, feeling how the other man starts pushing in, all the way to the back, but his eyes are welling up a bit. Most of it's emotion, just too much vulnerability and want in his system right now to quite contain it without an overflow, but a little bit of it is because Lucifer is so big, he takes up all space inside his mouth, even as the other man angles him just right, considerately, gently, it's just so much fucking cock and Elio loves it, Elio wants to sink down over him and cease to exist like that. Just become a sheath to its whole, hard length, nothing more.
As the other man draws out again, Elio breathes through his nose and balances himself with one hand pressed flat to Lucifer's hip, shifting a little bit upwards before rubbing the whole flatness of his tongue up against the shaft, teasing over the head with the tip of his tongue on the out-stroke, right before Lucifer pushes back in. Oh. Oh. Yes. His eyes fall shut, he focuses on meeting him halfway, the head of his cock pushing against the very back of his mouth that way.
It's Elio who sets a pace, a little bit faster, not much, he needs a moment to relax his throat enough to take him a bit farther as he presses himself down over his length. Lucifer's cock is all wet and slick and saliva everywhere now and the slide is almost automatic at this point. Elio draws back, pushes right back down, a little farther once more, a little farther than last time, teasing him into the top-part of his throat that way, where it's narrowest. He hasn't had a gag reflex since he was 20, pretty much, seedy gay bars in Rome will do that to you, it's not that part that's difficult, it's the girth of him. How much his throat has to stretch, too, to open up to him.
But Elio wants him. He wants him so far inside that there're no borders left between them, where they're just desiring and answering those desires, no difference. He pulls back, his lips slick and swollen, a controlled, slow withdrawal and a just as controlled, slow descend, taking Lucifer right back inside, the noises sloppy, hollow suction. Gradually, he starts bobbing his head faster. An even, deep rhythm. ]
[ The sloppy noises of Elio simultaneously sucking his cock and impaling himself on it are completely incredible and Lucifer's rocking into him just a little faster, following Elio's pace, the way he keeps sinking down, pulling back. It's a bit like waves, cresting against a shore and honestly, the current might very possibly undo him. He groans, loudly, working his hips at a steady pace, feeling how Elio keeps taking him deeper and oh dear, is he trying to actually...
Lucifer pauses. Tilts his head sideways a bit, noting the angle of Elio's head, the way he's going to have a hard time reaching the top of that particular mountain with his neck even slightly bent. True, Lucifer could basically just push through but once again, he's not awful in bed by any means and consequently, he doesn't want to hurt the other man. Instead, he shifts a little bit backwards, puts his hand on the back of Elio's neck and holds him still, his cock still buried in his mouth. ]
Try to lie down on your stomach.
[ He nods towards the mattress, the bed extending far past them on Elio's other side. He tightens his grip around the back of his head and smiles, eyebrows raised - which, wow, look at this level of bloody superfluity, his balls in particular are quite impressed: ]
I challenge you to not nick me in the process but if you do, don't worry about it.
[ Seeing as it'll take more than Elio's human teeth to do any sort of damage to his anything and also, well, he'd rather not be bereft of this lovely heat around his cock. Surely, the other man won't mind moving a bit with his mouth full. The thought immediately makes him think about buttplugs and where one such as Elio might wear them for a spot of fun and oh, oh, his cock likes the sound of that.
[ The angle's wrong - Lucifer's so big that with his neck just slightly bent, it's not going to happen and Elio frowns, about to pull back and propose a change of position, when Lucifer, naturally, beats him to it, halting the movements of his head with a firm hand against the back of it, telling him to lie down on his stomach and nodding towards the mattress of which there is enough, so of course, Elio will just -
I challenge you not to nick me in the process, Lucifer continues.
For someone getting the grand treatment, Elio honestly thinks he's being quite good about it and he would've smiled, if his mouth wasn't full and he wasn't being asked not to spit it out, the thing filling it, while going from one position to another. Instead, he raises both eyebrows right back at him, slowly rolling onto his stomach and extending himself backwards at an angle from Lucifer's body, his neck stretching out nicely like that, so much better. He almost manages not to bite Lucifer, using his tongue generously to push his cock around as he moves, though he thinks he feels a canine scrape something somewhere, oops, fortunately Lucifer is only vulnerable sometimes and Elio's not the exception, while he's getting positioned, lifting himself slightly off the mattress not to squash his own hard-on too much and to be on perfect eye-level with Lucifer's cock.
It's even more massive, seen from here, really. Oh. Elio is literally salivating over it, but it's just how he's so beautiful, all of him is. Elio blinks, still slightly wet around the eyes and glances up at the other man's face, loosening the tight O of his lips a bit, slowly just opening his mouth up wide and big. Fuck me, Lucifer, it means as he presses his tongue up flat against the upper half of the other man's cock. Fuck my throat.
Slowly, slowly, achingly slowly, Elio presses down over his length again, back to a slower built-up of a pace, though he's expecting them to fall right back into the old tempo soon enough. They're both dying to come, just because only one of them could actually die doesn't change the point. They want it, this, each other. They want it. ]
[ True to form, Elio follows his lead, shifting onto his stomach very carefully, though he gets him with his canine, sending a shiver up his spine. Mm. When the other man's done positioning himself, his beautiful neck now stretched out for a perfect, deep fuck, Lucifer follows him without loosening his grip on the back of his neck. Shifting, shifting, he pushes himself up onto his knees, his cock sliding past Elio's mouth and into his throat at the motion, the altered angle.
He stays like that, then, for a couple of seconds, feeling the tightness of the other man's throat around the head, the ridge beneath it, and oh, oh, it's bloody brilliant. He pulls back, then, to give Elio space to breathe, his cock sliding out part-way along his tongue, though he doesn't pull out completely. The friction makes his toes curl. His wings are rustling behind his back, folded down, the smaller feathers along the arches puffed up, like they've been electrified. ]
Well done, darling, well done.
[ He smiles at Elio, brushing his other hand through his curls gently. Then, he pushes forward, into his throat, going deep enough this time that Elio's lips end up mere inches from the base of his cock. He pulls back, pushes in, gives him enough time to breathe between each thrust. Fucks him, slowly but evenly, gliding into his throat with every in-stroke and feeling the heat building in his groin. He's breathing hard, now, lips parted and eyes falling shut. Another thrust, another, another. His balls tighten up further, the heat building - building -
And there.
He gasps, pushing home, all the way in now, seating himself completely in Elio's throat and mouth, his pubic bone pressing against the other man's nose. He stays like that for two seconds at most, enough to spend himself down Elio's throat before he pulls back, strings of cum sticking to Elio's tongue at the movement. He strokes the back of the other man's neck with both hands, palms gliding down his shoulders and up again, his body trembling slightly from the force of it.
[ Elio focuses on how Lucifer praises him, calling him darling that way he does it, making his insides feel all warm and heated, and just opens up, keeping his jaw slack and pushing his tongue up against the underside of the other man's cock as he starts working himself in and out, going deep, pushing further and further down his throat, until Elio's lips are only stopping a few inches from the base of the huge cock he's swallowing and he's so close, isn't he, he can feel it. His throat feels like it must be bulging from the massiveness boring into it and he'd reach up and feel for it, but he might lose his balance and it'd ruin the glide. He likes this better, just taking him, trusting that Lucifer's taking him in turn, properly. It certainly feels like he is. No doubt he's going to bruise from it, he can tell, but it'll be worth the extra degree of cocksucker voice later, the soreness, this feeling of connect. It's going to be worth everything. His cock agrees, the friction as he shifts against the sheets almost too much to bear. He's so aroused, his body doesn't quite know how to cope. As he gasps for breath on every out-stroke, Elio's eyes remain wide open and staring up at Lucifer's face, watching his features as the other man loses himself, slowly but surely. His own fingers curl and uncurl against the mattress. Oh, please, please...
When it breaks, and Elio feels it, the pulsing of his cock, sudden, harsh, Lucifer gasps and speaks the rest with his body, pushing all the way down his throat, all the way, until Elio's nose is all but squashed against his pubic bone and it's not exactly comfortable, but his balls feel like they might very well explode and really, it's the most perfect orgasm he's ever given anyone. With how the other man stays seated in him for a couple of seconds before pulling back, leaving strings of cum in his mouth, just as a taste. Salty, but recognizably him. Elio swallows. And swallows and swallows and carries him inside now, finally, truly. Mouth feeling slightly numb, he slowly pulls off Lucifer's cock completely, spit and cum clinging to his lips, and pushes back against the other man's hands caressing his neck, shoulders, his fingers trembling slightly. Yes, he wants to give him that. He wants him to have that feeling, from him, for him.
Unable to actually speak right now, instead Elio balances himself on one elbow and reaches up, running his sweaty, spit-slick palm up the other man's thigh, over hipbone and waist, stomach, soft touches of his fingers to his skin, just to pull him back. I need you, it means, don't go anywhere, stay. Gradually, he rises up onto his knees himself, sitting opposite Lucifer like a mirror image, except Lucifer has wings and Elio's still hard and his breathing comes out fast and irregular, desperate, raw.
[ His orgasm sweeps him away for a moment, the darkness behind his closed eyes swallowing him up. He's breathing raggedly, his cock feeling hyper-sensitive and wet and he's fairly certain that he'd flinch at this point, if Elio were to nick him again. But he doesn't, of course. He merely draws back, slowly, slowly, and Lucifer cracks his eyes open to watch as his cock slips from his mouth, trails of cum sticking to his lips. Oh. Oh. He watches, mesmerized, as Elio runs his palm up his thigh and stomach, his muscles quivering a little in response. It's not unpleasant, obviously. It's just... a lot. When the other man gets to his knees in front of him, his hard cock jutting out from between his thighs and his breathing raw, Lucifer curls his arm around his waist and leans in, kissing the corners of his mouth and drawing his tongue along the line of his bottom lip, licking him clean. He tastes himself, there, salty and dark, along with Elio's warmer scent.
He can smell his arousal, too, clear as day.
Drawing back, Lucifer watches him for a moment, considering. Then, he very simply leans down, crouching down sideways onto his elbow, twisting his lower body fluently and balancing himself with one hand splayed out against Elio's thigh. His left wing lifts a bit off his shoulder, meaning Elio's basically staring directly at the upper arch - one must assume that he won't go insane from the sheer divinity of it at this point, having spent such a long time already in their company. It's interesting, actually, how it doesn't seem to affect humans the way they've always been told, his siblings and him - not all of them, anyway.
Lying by omission. Lucifer's great at it, an expert even, because he's been taught from a very early age indeed.
His hair and forehead push against Elio's front - chest, lower abdomen - on the way as he bends his neck, opens his mouth and presses his tongue flatly against the head of his cock. He takes a second to let the taste of him linger, his own cock jerking a little (give him five minutes, basically), before he opens his mouth wide and sucks the head fully into his mouth. He simply stays like that, holds it between his lips and wets it, saliva running down the shaft and pooling over Elio's balls. ]
[ He waits, a little longer, only a very short while, before Lucifer comes to and immediately reaches for him, curling his arm around his waist and Elio always feels so supple when he does that, his litheness in contrast to Lucifer's strength. The other man leans in and kisses him, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip and licking his own traces off, like cleaning up a mess you've made, their tastes mixing, darker, sweeter. Elio, in turn exhales long and hard, resting his hands on the other man's shoulders, just a light touch, fingers splayed out. He isn't pushing, he doesn't feel like he needs to. Nothing's ever that forced between them.
And all on his own accord, Lucifer draws back, giving him a long look before crouching down in front of him, weight on one elbow while he balances himself over Elio's lap with the other hand on his thigh and it's elegant, like Lucifer could skip through a hopscotch and not look misplaced in any way. His wing lifts off his back slightly, the arch coming on level with Elio's eyes and Elio stares at it, the little feathers fluffing, the bigger ones, the shine that could blind you, really. Meanwhile, Lucifer's hair tickles all the way down Elio's front, too, a long trail of promises and that breath goes right down his lungs again, deep, hungry. Reaching down with his left hand, he brushes hair out of his forehead, feels the softness of the strands between his fingers, while he reaches out, carefully, with his right and strokes just his fingertips over the soft curve of his wing, feeling the feathers like another head of hair beneath his touch.
Then, Lucifer's pretty much in his crotch, his tongue folding over the head of his cock before he takes it in between his lips, sucks it onto the width of his tongue like that and holds him, just holds the head like that a long moment, in the tight, wet confinement of his mouth, Elio's eyes rolling up a little, his balls drawing up as well, fuck, he's waited so long, so long... He has to fight himself not to shift, focusing instead on running his fingers, repetitively, through Lucifer's wing feathers, like he would have his hair, if he could in any way multitask right now. ]
You feel amazing. [ His throat hurts and it's almost like it only makes it better, talking like this, sounding all rusty and hoarse and rammed by a baseball bat, basically. ] Your mouth, the heat of you - [ Pant, pant, pant. ] - your feathers...
[ A slight tremble and his hips are jerking a bit, upwards, he can't stop himself. ]
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But first... oh.
He runs one hand up the breadth of Lucifer's back, following the outline of muscle until his wings get in the way, feathers tickling his fingertips and if the fact that Lucifer's hard for him first thing in the morning didn't do the trick, the feathers would have. It's beautiful, all of it's beautiful. Filling his lungs, deep, deep inhale, Elio angles his head a bit, letting his lips slide over Lucifer's, slowly sticking his tongue out to trace his cupid's bow, then the jutting bulge of his lower lip with just the tip of it. His lips are soft, they taste like him.
A small sound of enjoyment and he finally pushes up against the other man's cock for real, feels the slide of his length through his pants. The friction is subdued, definitely not enough, but this is just the beginning anyway.
This is just the beginning. ]
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How little it takes.
He groans as the other man pushes up against his cock. They're both wearing way too much for this and Lucifer quickly reaches down with his free hand, the one not currently stuck between his own body and the bed. He undoes Elio's trousers quickly, completely by habit, popping the button open and zipping down his fly. Reaching inside, he pushes the other man's underwear aside and nudges his cock free of its confinements, just a very gentle, very light touch of fingers around his shaft. His own cock is twitching helplessly against his thigh and he shifts, wriggling his hips a bit, his feathers rustling at the movement.
He pulls the wing currently covering Elio's side upwards, lifting it and tilting it slightly against the sun, light scattering all over the bed, against Elio's face. Curving it against his back and hip to get it out of the way, he starts in on his own trousers. ]
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Elio groans and pushes his tongue in between Lucifer's lips, the way he's giving himself to him, kissing him deeply and filling his mouth. Claiming his space, this, this is mine. It makes him hard the rest of the way and when the other man reaches down to undo his pants, much experience with the button-zipper combination, and eases him out of his underwear, he's all ready for him, hard and horny. Eager. Pulling out of the kiss abruptly at the feel of the other man's fingers, a very light touch, nothing too dry or raspy, he lets Lucifer get to work on his own pants while he pushes his own down to his ankles, kicks them off and blindly tosses them to the floor, uncaring about where they land. Briefs and socks go the same way.
Once fully naked, desperately bare for him, Elio crawls on his knees over to the other man, as soon as he's out of his clothes. Just moves right up next to him, sitting there on his knees, cock stiff and throbbing, looking him over from the light of his wing that's illuminating the entire room in a glass-like transparency to the very, very big cock between his thighs, begging to be sucked. Elio stares almost firmly into Lucifer's face. ]
Ask me again. [ This could mean many things, he knows, so he quickly elaborates. ] Ask me what I want.
[ Because I want to tell you, it means. I want to give you my desire. ]
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Gaze narrowed, he looks at the other man as he kneels next to him, his cock hard and pink against his stomach. It's pretty, long and naked at the top because that's how that story goes, and Lucifer's really achingly hard for him, remembering the way he looked when he'd settled down next to him yesterday, when Lucifer had still been hurting enough that he couldn't care about asking.
Beautiful, sweet Elio who knows about him and wants him to ask, regardless. ]
Very well.
[ He swallows, tilting his head sideways a fraction. Meets the other man's brown eyes and says, acutely aware that he's actually just posing a question, not tempting the truth out of him or offering anything besides the obvious in return: ]
What do you desire, Elio?
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He doesn't, though, he only leans in until their lips are almost brushing, their eyes on perfect level and they're basically staring into each other's souls like this. With a smile, it isn't edged or sharp or even particularly sultry, it's just happy, because Elio is. Elio is happy (and horny, but mostly happy) that they've finally come to this point. He's waited and waited and waited and he's had company and he's been alone... But he's waited.
Sometimes, just sometimes, waiting pays off. When it's the right people you're waiting for. Pursing his lips, he says, voice low, not a whisper, not a growl, just intimate and warm and honest. ]
I want to suck your cock - [ Pulling back just enough to raise his free hand, he presses it to his mouth and licks a fat trail up the palm of it, slicking himself up. Then, he trails it all wetly down Lucifer's stomach, until he gets to the base of his cock which he carefully closes his fingers around. ] - I want you to fill me so I don't have to be empty any longer.
[ He remembers, he remembers Lucifer's words when he came a couple of days prior, remembers the instruction about his fingers, about touching his lips and the understanding in it, the need for nearness and meaning. Lucifer has given him so much already, has filled so many of his voids in completely non-sexual ways, this is just the continuation of that development. Going from empty to full. From alone to together.
Meeting the other man's eyes, he doesn't move further. Waits, again, he's here, he can afford it, one more second, one more. ]
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You'd think he belonged to another world altogether, just by looking at him. Knowing him only makes this impression feel more acute.
Elio takes him in hand between his long, elegant fingers, his palm spit-slicked and wet. The friction isn't enough to do anything besides make him hungry for more so Lucifer shifts onto his hip, just to give him a better angle, raising his wings a bit to leave his feathers cascading down the side of the bed. He spreads his legs a little in invitation, reaching out and curving one, broad hand against the back of Elio's head. He strokes his hair, his neck. Thinks gentle, first, like it's second nature to him which is a ridiculous notion, obviously. A torturer and a punisher, he is, first and foremost. If sending Cain to Hell didn't prove it, then surely, the fact that he murdered his own blood does. His hand stills, then, his gaze sliding away from Elio, off to the side while his expression grows less carefree, less uncomplicated.
There is such a thing as being undeserving.
Gentleness notwithstanding.
He thinks about throwing his wings around Chloe, about the pain that followed before he'd taken flight, completely by instinct, landing them both on the roof. Then, he'd left her there. Gone to do the deed, to take care of Cain like he's taken care of Uriel, like he's taken care of the sinners in Hell for thousands and thousands of years. No, gentleness doesn't belong to him and it's actually quite perverse, in a way, that a man like Elio should exist, that he should be here, putting it on offer. His wings drop a little against his back, his fingers trailing through Elio's hair now, aimlessly. ]
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Maybe they're here, but they're not quite ready to move on yet.
He releases Lucifer's cock slowly, instead trailing his hand flatly, still slick and wet, up his stomach again, over his midriff, chest, one nipple, shoulder, curving his fingers over the muscle there. Carefully, Elio lies down on his side next to him, facing him like they had yesterday, except now they're both hard and he could, he could, but he won't.
He'll wait a little bit longer. So, he spreads his arms out towards the other man and gestures towards him broadly. Invites the embrace completely without expectations in return. Sex was on the table, right now it's off, it'll change again.
Wait, wait, wait. ]
You're not difficult to like, Lucifer. Not to me.
[ Just because Elio has helped fix his wings, there are aspects of how Lucifer sees himself he hasn't. Can't. Because only Lucifer can do that, though he deserves all the help he can get. Now his best friend has run away and who even knows what happened to get him gunned down in the first place? Elio doesn't ask, but Elio can do the math.
Another small shake of his arms, come, it means. Please stay in this moment with me. ]
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He sighs, heavily. Slips closer, into Elio's open arms, not because he particularly craves or likes hugs but because the man's offering to bridge the distance and Lucifer was the one who went away, there, unprompted. He puts his chin lightly on Elio's shoulder, his still-hard cock pressing up against the other man's thigh. His wings curl, the tip of the right one resting against Elio's leg, the edges razor-sharp but light, endlessly so. He breathes out, slowly.
Then, he turns his head, lips sliding over Elio's neck, earlobe, tickling through strands of soft, bed-warm hair. ]
You can, you know.
[ He takes Elio's hand and leads it down between his own thighs, his cock rock-hard still because it takes more to kill that than a burst of celestial angst. The thing with Lucifer is, despite the contradictions inherent to it, he wants what he shouldn't be given, he wants it and craves it, as he has since the dawn of his own creation.
And similarly, he wants Elio too. ]
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Thus, he just holds Lucifer close, thinking it's unfair that his words should make the other man look so dumbstruck, thinking that he shouldn't have fallen and he shouldn't keep falling, neither of them should have, yet look at them both. His breathing is evening out slowly, even if his cock isn't following suit, still hard, still throbbing hotly between his legs.
What with the other man so close, all naked body, muscle and skin and heat.
You can, you know, Lucifer then says and reaches for Elio's hand, leading it down between his thighs and it feels natural, to just push his palm up against the underside of his cock, broad and soft and hard and he feels familiar already, so quickly. Elio draws back a little in order to meet Lucifer's eyes and curls his fingers around the base again, his palm still slick from his own saliva, drawing in a deep breath as he pulls his fingers upwards, his hold firm and tight enough to be felt. Lucifer's cock really is huge, he almost can't close his fingers around the full girth of it and it makes the heat in his belly feel acute, desperate. By the time his hand reaches the ridge of foreskin beneath the head, Elio's pulled his other arm free, too, and is balancing the other man's cock with two hands, beginning to stroke his length with his right slowly. It's unhurried, but there's the right kind of pressure of thumb down the veins along the shaft, a slight rubbing of his palm over the head. Careful.
Sensitive, Lucifer said, back then.
Breathing shot at this point, too fast and uneven to really do much but leave him dizzy, Elio leans in and catches Lucifer's mouth again, opening up to him, running his tongue along his lower lip to coax him in. ]
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It works very nicely, then, when the other man leans in to kiss him, his lips open and inviting, telling him welcome, despite everything he's seen, despite everything he knows. Lucifer leans in, licking into Elio's mouth and pressing their tongues together, all wetness and heat, the quiet sort, something he's not quite familiar with. It doesn't surprise him, though, that sex with Elio is soft, that they manage to be careful even here.
Elio, who's careful not to fall again and Lucifer, who ruins things by the way he desires them.
They have enough experience, it seems.
There's a frown edged into his face as he shuts his eyes, curling his hand around the back of Elio's head and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Behind him, his right wing curls forward as well, folding itself over Elio's thigh and lower body. He can't quite grip with his feathers, it's a hand, sure, but a bad hand - regardless, there's a semblance of a hold to it, to the way his feathers spread out over the other man's leg, brushing Elio's hard cock in the process too.
That touch, in turn, of hard skin against the tips of his feathers, registers in Lucifer's mind like a brand and he gasps into Elio's mouth, his cock twitching between his fingers. Oh, the joy of working with several limbs at once, right? The absolute joy. He'd pull them back and store them but somehow... after last night, he's feeling... well. Somehow, maybe, he hadn't quite expected that he'd be allowed to keep them, you see, after killing Cain.
After everything. ]
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Against his hip and upper leg, Lucifer's wing fans out, feathers tickling his skin like a caress, brushing over his cock, too, and the gasp it draws from the other man almost makes Elio whimper, the feeling of the light touch, feathers, divine, making his cock jump enthusiastically. The bared head is so sensitive, if he cants his hips just slightly, he can... Pushing his tongue up against Lucifer's harder now, Elio rubs himself up against the underside of the other man's wing feathers, gives himself that soft slide. It's amazing. It's amazing how Lucifer manages to touch him doubly.
In some ways, he has from the beginning. From all sides, with everything that he is.
Pulling out of the kiss finally, rather reluctantly, but he's got places to be, Elio focuses on striking a slow, even stroking rhythm with his right hand, the other balancing Lucifer's cock by the base, just the sense of presence and hold, and bends in against his ear, muttering, voice low. ]
Don't stop touching me. I want to feel all of you.
[ Wings, hands, arms, lips, hold, caress, kiss. Greedy, Lucifer called him once and Elio is beginning to believe he really is. That maybe it's a good thing, too, maybe he hasn't been greedy enough in far, far too long, if ever. Maybe he hasn't asked enough.
With that, he licks a fat trail down the side of the other man's neck, scrapes his teeth along the slope of his shoulder before pushing himself down his front, running his mouth half-open and wet over his chest, pausing at one dark nipple to lick over it, all the while keeping the rhythm of his hand up. To balance himself against the mattress at this angle, though, Elio has to release his hold on the base of Lucifer's cock with the other, instead keeping himself positioned on the bed while he slowly, slowly works his way down. ]
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As Elio slips down his body, licking over his neck, shoulder (teeth, ooh!) and further, Lucifer keeps his grip on the back of his neck, fingers digging in very slightly as he holds the other man close to his body. At this point, it feels as if he can't actually stand any notion of separation, of falling apart, and maybe he's fooling himself into thinking that it's possible to keep anything in this life, maybe he's doing that, yes. But he wants it. He wants what's here, right now, in the room between them, in the air, in the way Elio's mouth tells him here and now and give me, because he's getting braver now, isn't he, his sweet and gentle little Elio? He's letting go.
Falling and flying aren't always opposites.
Groaning, Lucifer watches as Elio slips down his body, inch by inch, his nipple hard and glistening from his spit. He keeps looking at those lips, though, his cock jerking in expectation, oh, he's really - it's not like he's never had a blowjob before in his billion-years-long lifespan, thanks, but he's fairly certain that this will be new, regardless. Everything about it - about Elio, about them - feels new.
He runs his hand over Elio's shoulders, stroking him slowly, fingers spread out wide over his skin. As the other man works his way down, he slips out of range of Lucifer's wingtips and Lucifer folds it down along his side again, mostly because it's blocking his view. ]
You look very hard for me, darling.
[ He shifts, pressing his thigh in between Elio's, pressing up briefly along the hard line of his cock, just giving him the sensation of slide, of friction. ]
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I'm - [ Pant, pant, pant. ] - I'm so hard for you. I've wanted you for so long, so long. I've wanted you exactly like this.
[ Licking his lips, he dips his head against, dragging his tongue down over the other man's stomach until Lucifer's cock is actually slipping along his cheek. He pauses, breathes out shakily and glances up at him. Doesn't say anything, only makes a perfect o-shape of his mouth and starts mouthing down the underside of it, from head to balls, wet slide of lips. By the base, he halts his hand, though he doesn't release him completely.
It's strange, really, Elio has given so many blowjobs in his life, he couldn't count them even if he bothered to try. Some of them have been very significant, some of them have meant something, but most of them haven't and there's something incredibly poignant about this, about touching Lucifer's cock with his mouth now, knowing it'll be different, that it simply belongs to a whole new world order.
It's Lucifer, isn't it? Lucifer's special, Elio's felt it from the beginning. Why, he can't say, but at least the how is pretty obvious. Wings. Devil. All things that only matter insofar that he's more human than anyone. Finally, Elio just closes his eyes and sticks out his tongue, pressing it flatly to the root of Lucifer's cock, dragging it slowly up the underside, tip following the trails of veins, the curve of him, the long, long, long slide up.
No, the difference is, Elio has rarely lost himself in it like this before and last time he did, he lost everything. ]
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But Elio wants him exactly like this, knowing, and it just baffles him to a point where he doesn't know how to handle it. He watches, entranced, as the other man licks his cock, first down towards his balls, then right back up, his tongue a warm point of pressure, teasing more. Eyes narrowing to slits, he runs his fingers lazily through Elio's hair, drawing the curls out, letting them bounce back into shape. He licks his lips, tasting him, thinking about how his cock will taste once Lucifer gets to it. Like his mouth, yes, but muskier, no doubt, saltier. ]
Take your time.
[ It's not that he isn't physically impatient, what with his cock throbbing almost painfully and his balls hard and tight from arousal. But he likes watching Elio partake, it feels like the sort of thing he'd desire, the sort of thing he wouldn't necessarily allow himself. Shifting a bit, he gives him more room to do as he pleases, spreading his thighs a bit as well. On display. The way Lucifer vastly prefers his naked body - after all, what's the point of being good-looking if no one's actually looking?
Whenever Elio's tongue catches a sensitive spot on his cock - particularly beneath the head, oh - his wings actually puff up a bit behind his shoulders. Stupid things. Ridiculous. Lucky for them that they're starting to grow on him.
Lucky that Elio seems to like them. ]
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He is. He will.
Reaching the ridge of foreskin beneath the head, Elio angles Lucifer's cock a bit out towards himself with his hand, lets the head slip lightly over his slightly parted lips, just allows Lucifer to feel him without too much invasiveness. I am, it means, and I'm here, can you feel it. After a long moment of just that, the heaving sound of Elio's breathing, the shift of mattress and skin on wet skin, he runs just the very, very tip of his tongue along the ridge, that spot beneath the head that's so responsive (sensitive), feeling him out. Then, he aligns the whole flat upper side of his tongue with the curve of Lucifer's cock head, licking along the bared, precum-slick skin and dipping his tongue slightly into the slit, tasting him there as well.
Oh, Elio's enjoying himself, he wants Lucifer to know, he wants him to know that he has now tasted what freedom tastes like. Making a faint whimpering sound, he licks his own lips and thereby spreads the other man's precum all over them, the taste of him intensifying. ]
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Well, treasured, basically.
If he thinks back - which, honestly, he'd rather not - he remembers this feeling, stemming from other contexts, other times, other places. He knows he's felt it before, ages and ages prior to this, because he didn't start out as a failure in the eyes of others. To begin with, they truly didn't know. What he was. What he was destined to be. He watches Elio intently, gaze heated, brushing his fingers through his hair while his groin tightens with every lick of his tongue against his cock. The other man's whimpering in pleasure, licking his own lips, tasting him and loving it.
Making a show for him.
Sighing, he tips his hips slightly forward along the width of Elio's tongue, pushing in between his lips a little, wanting to feel the glide a bit. He groans, doing it again, though he isn't actively pushing into Elio's mouth, not yet. It's his show. He'll let him know when he's ready. ]
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Letting the other man's cock dip into his mouth just a bit more, like a promise, pushing his tongue up along the underside, Elio finally draws away enough to speak, keeping the sense of friction up by starting out a slow pace of his hand again. His eyes move from the glide of his fingers on his shaft to Lucifer's eyes, heated, watching him intently. His voice sounds hoarse. ]
Please - [ Elio leans in, tips Lucifer's cock a bit to fit the angle of his head and, once he's finished his sentence properly, he opens up wide. ] - come inside me.
[ It's not just a physical thing, it's not just Lucifer's cock in Elio's mouth as he tucks his teeth away and lets the whole, wide width of the head slip over his tongue, past his lips and into the wet, hot confinement of his mouth, tightening his lips around the rest, glans, shaft, just a couple of inches inside which is not enough, but it's plenty, Lucifer's so big. What it means is, so I can carry you, too, out of this bed, literally, like you deserve.
Even just a small part.
Elio hums slightly, the vibrations passing over Lucifer's skin, and tightens his lips around his shaft, feeling so full it hurts a bit. The corners of his mouth do, his heart. ]
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I'd love to. You're being so good for me, Elio, look at that, look how - [ He draws in a stilted breath, his voice coming out thinner: ] - stretched you are.
[ He runs his hand around Elio's shoulder, following the long lines of his neck all the way to his jaw, cheekbone. And there, his lips. He touches his thumb to them, starts with his bottom lip and follows the contour of his perfectly o-shaped mouth all the way around, remembering the phone sex that had left his cock weeping for relief. His belly tightens, everything down below drawn up and tense.
Lovely.
Deciding that what Elio desires, Elio gets, he very gently pushes in, filling him out inch by inch until the head of his cock hits the back of his mouth. Then, he pulls out. Pushes in again. He curves his hand around his chin, keeping his head tilted up a bit, though he isn't being in any way forceful about it. It's a very slow rhythm, very purposefully considerate, giving the other man time to either adjust or change the pace if he so wishes. Lucifer's good with all of it, so long as climaxing's in the cards and Elio just told him so, didn't he. He just asked him to.
Despite everything, that's really... what he wants. ]
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Blinking rapidly, Elio keeps him mouth nice and pliant, open, welcoming, feeling how the other man starts pushing in, all the way to the back, but his eyes are welling up a bit. Most of it's emotion, just too much vulnerability and want in his system right now to quite contain it without an overflow, but a little bit of it is because Lucifer is so big, he takes up all space inside his mouth, even as the other man angles him just right, considerately, gently, it's just so much fucking cock and Elio loves it, Elio wants to sink down over him and cease to exist like that. Just become a sheath to its whole, hard length, nothing more.
As the other man draws out again, Elio breathes through his nose and balances himself with one hand pressed flat to Lucifer's hip, shifting a little bit upwards before rubbing the whole flatness of his tongue up against the shaft, teasing over the head with the tip of his tongue on the out-stroke, right before Lucifer pushes back in. Oh. Oh. Yes. His eyes fall shut, he focuses on meeting him halfway, the head of his cock pushing against the very back of his mouth that way.
It's Elio who sets a pace, a little bit faster, not much, he needs a moment to relax his throat enough to take him a bit farther as he presses himself down over his length. Lucifer's cock is all wet and slick and saliva everywhere now and the slide is almost automatic at this point. Elio draws back, pushes right back down, a little farther once more, a little farther than last time, teasing him into the top-part of his throat that way, where it's narrowest. He hasn't had a gag reflex since he was 20, pretty much, seedy gay bars in Rome will do that to you, it's not that part that's difficult, it's the girth of him. How much his throat has to stretch, too, to open up to him.
But Elio wants him. He wants him so far inside that there're no borders left between them, where they're just desiring and answering those desires, no difference. He pulls back, his lips slick and swollen, a controlled, slow withdrawal and a just as controlled, slow descend, taking Lucifer right back inside, the noises sloppy, hollow suction. Gradually, he starts bobbing his head faster. An even, deep rhythm. ]
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Lucifer pauses. Tilts his head sideways a bit, noting the angle of Elio's head, the way he's going to have a hard time reaching the top of that particular mountain with his neck even slightly bent. True, Lucifer could basically just push through but once again, he's not awful in bed by any means and consequently, he doesn't want to hurt the other man. Instead, he shifts a little bit backwards, puts his hand on the back of Elio's neck and holds him still, his cock still buried in his mouth. ]
Try to lie down on your stomach.
[ He nods towards the mattress, the bed extending far past them on Elio's other side. He tightens his grip around the back of his head and smiles, eyebrows raised - which, wow, look at this level of bloody superfluity, his balls in particular are quite impressed: ]
I challenge you to not nick me in the process but if you do, don't worry about it.
[ Seeing as it'll take more than Elio's human teeth to do any sort of damage to his anything and also, well, he'd rather not be bereft of this lovely heat around his cock. Surely, the other man won't mind moving a bit with his mouth full. The thought immediately makes him think about buttplugs and where one such as Elio might wear them for a spot of fun and oh, oh, his cock likes the sound of that.
Anyway.
Anyway. ]
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I challenge you not to nick me in the process, Lucifer continues.
For someone getting the grand treatment, Elio honestly thinks he's being quite good about it and he would've smiled, if his mouth wasn't full and he wasn't being asked not to spit it out, the thing filling it, while going from one position to another. Instead, he raises both eyebrows right back at him, slowly rolling onto his stomach and extending himself backwards at an angle from Lucifer's body, his neck stretching out nicely like that, so much better. He almost manages not to bite Lucifer, using his tongue generously to push his cock around as he moves, though he thinks he feels a canine scrape something somewhere, oops, fortunately Lucifer is only vulnerable sometimes and Elio's not the exception, while he's getting positioned, lifting himself slightly off the mattress not to squash his own hard-on too much and to be on perfect eye-level with Lucifer's cock.
It's even more massive, seen from here, really. Oh. Elio is literally salivating over it, but it's just how he's so beautiful, all of him is. Elio blinks, still slightly wet around the eyes and glances up at the other man's face, loosening the tight O of his lips a bit, slowly just opening his mouth up wide and big. Fuck me, Lucifer, it means as he presses his tongue up flat against the upper half of the other man's cock. Fuck my throat.
Slowly, slowly, achingly slowly, Elio presses down over his length again, back to a slower built-up of a pace, though he's expecting them to fall right back into the old tempo soon enough. They're both dying to come, just because only one of them could actually die doesn't change the point. They want it, this, each other. They want it. ]
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He stays like that, then, for a couple of seconds, feeling the tightness of the other man's throat around the head, the ridge beneath it, and oh, oh, it's bloody brilliant. He pulls back, then, to give Elio space to breathe, his cock sliding out part-way along his tongue, though he doesn't pull out completely. The friction makes his toes curl. His wings are rustling behind his back, folded down, the smaller feathers along the arches puffed up, like they've been electrified. ]
Well done, darling, well done.
[ He smiles at Elio, brushing his other hand through his curls gently. Then, he pushes forward, into his throat, going deep enough this time that Elio's lips end up mere inches from the base of his cock. He pulls back, pushes in, gives him enough time to breathe between each thrust. Fucks him, slowly but evenly, gliding into his throat with every in-stroke and feeling the heat building in his groin. He's breathing hard, now, lips parted and eyes falling shut. Another thrust, another, another. His balls tighten up further, the heat building - building -
And there.
He gasps, pushing home, all the way in now, seating himself completely in Elio's throat and mouth, his pubic bone pressing against the other man's nose. He stays like that for two seconds at most, enough to spend himself down Elio's throat before he pulls back, strings of cum sticking to Elio's tongue at the movement. He strokes the back of the other man's neck with both hands, palms gliding down his shoulders and up again, his body trembling slightly from the force of it.
An orgasm worth waiting for, definitely.
Wow. ]
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When it breaks, and Elio feels it, the pulsing of his cock, sudden, harsh, Lucifer gasps and speaks the rest with his body, pushing all the way down his throat, all the way, until Elio's nose is all but squashed against his pubic bone and it's not exactly comfortable, but his balls feel like they might very well explode and really, it's the most perfect orgasm he's ever given anyone. With how the other man stays seated in him for a couple of seconds before pulling back, leaving strings of cum in his mouth, just as a taste. Salty, but recognizably him. Elio swallows. And swallows and swallows and carries him inside now, finally, truly. Mouth feeling slightly numb, he slowly pulls off Lucifer's cock completely, spit and cum clinging to his lips, and pushes back against the other man's hands caressing his neck, shoulders, his fingers trembling slightly. Yes, he wants to give him that. He wants him to have that feeling, from him, for him.
Unable to actually speak right now, instead Elio balances himself on one elbow and reaches up, running his sweaty, spit-slick palm up the other man's thigh, over hipbone and waist, stomach, soft touches of his fingers to his skin, just to pull him back. I need you, it means, don't go anywhere, stay. Gradually, he rises up onto his knees himself, sitting opposite Lucifer like a mirror image, except Lucifer has wings and Elio's still hard and his breathing comes out fast and irregular, desperate, raw.
Feels all of those things, too. ]
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He can smell his arousal, too, clear as day.
Drawing back, Lucifer watches him for a moment, considering. Then, he very simply leans down, crouching down sideways onto his elbow, twisting his lower body fluently and balancing himself with one hand splayed out against Elio's thigh. His left wing lifts a bit off his shoulder, meaning Elio's basically staring directly at the upper arch - one must assume that he won't go insane from the sheer divinity of it at this point, having spent such a long time already in their company. It's interesting, actually, how it doesn't seem to affect humans the way they've always been told, his siblings and him - not all of them, anyway.
Lying by omission. Lucifer's great at it, an expert even, because he's been taught from a very early age indeed.
His hair and forehead push against Elio's front - chest, lower abdomen - on the way as he bends his neck, opens his mouth and presses his tongue flatly against the head of his cock. He takes a second to let the taste of him linger, his own cock jerking a little (give him five minutes, basically), before he opens his mouth wide and sucks the head fully into his mouth. He simply stays like that, holds it between his lips and wets it, saliva running down the shaft and pooling over Elio's balls. ]
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And all on his own accord, Lucifer draws back, giving him a long look before crouching down in front of him, weight on one elbow while he balances himself over Elio's lap with the other hand on his thigh and it's elegant, like Lucifer could skip through a hopscotch and not look misplaced in any way. His wing lifts off his back slightly, the arch coming on level with Elio's eyes and Elio stares at it, the little feathers fluffing, the bigger ones, the shine that could blind you, really. Meanwhile, Lucifer's hair tickles all the way down Elio's front, too, a long trail of promises and that breath goes right down his lungs again, deep, hungry. Reaching down with his left hand, he brushes hair out of his forehead, feels the softness of the strands between his fingers, while he reaches out, carefully, with his right and strokes just his fingertips over the soft curve of his wing, feeling the feathers like another head of hair beneath his touch.
Then, Lucifer's pretty much in his crotch, his tongue folding over the head of his cock before he takes it in between his lips, sucks it onto the width of his tongue like that and holds him, just holds the head like that a long moment, in the tight, wet confinement of his mouth, Elio's eyes rolling up a little, his balls drawing up as well, fuck, he's waited so long, so long... He has to fight himself not to shift, focusing instead on running his fingers, repetitively, through Lucifer's wing feathers, like he would have his hair, if he could in any way multitask right now. ]
You feel amazing. [ His throat hurts and it's almost like it only makes it better, talking like this, sounding all rusty and hoarse and rammed by a baseball bat, basically. ] Your mouth, the heat of you - [ Pant, pant, pant. ] - your feathers...
[ A slight tremble and his hips are jerking a bit, upwards, he can't stop himself. ]
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