[ 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. ]
[ As he feels out the head of Elio's cock between his lips - it's been a while since he dealt with any cock not his own and he's taking his time, getting reacquainted with the concept - Elio apparently deduces that the wing in front of him is an invitation. At the first touch of fingers running through his feathers, Lucifer pauses, a tingle shooting down his spine. He groans. Shifts a bit, his feathers shifting in time with his movements, brushing against Elio's fingers as if begging for more.
They were meant to be touched, feathers. Wings. There's a reason he's had little use for them the past many eons.
Re-focusing on his mouthful, Lucifer curls his hand around the base of Elio's cock, angling it upwards a bit, away from his abdomen. Then, he takes it in another inch, just enough that it hits the roof of his mouth. He keeps his teeth well and truly out of the way, closes his eyes and sucks, cheeks hollowing. The taste of cock and precum mixes with the sparks of pleasure rushing down his back each time Elio's fingers make another down-stroke and within less than half a minute, he's hard again.
Under normal circumstances, he'd be deep-throating him, maybe give the head a bit of advanced tongue-action just for the sake of sexual theatrics but this, for some odd, inexplicable reason, is different. He... wants it to be, perhaps, though he can't for the life of him understand the whys or the whats of it. Regardless, he simply keeps sucking him, applying pressure, releasing it, bobbing his head up and down a little just to give the sensation of glide. He frees his hand from Elio's thigh and reaches down to finger his balls, just rolling them against his palm lightly, playing around.
[ There's a sense of double-stimulation to it, to stroking Lucifer's feathers slowly, softly with his fingers and being slowly, softly sucked into his mouth in turn, feeling how the other man works his cock with his tongue, lips, pressure, glide. He's taking his time, being so careful... Elio groans, writhing beneath him, lifting off his heels a bit to follow the inward sinking sensation of his shaft slipping over the other man's tongue. He isn't actively fucking his mouth, he's just following his lead, taking everything he can from it, everything Lucifer's giving. It's incredibly intimate. The kind of sex Elio hasn't had in years and years and years, if ever, if even Oliver can be said to have truly counted as a starting point.
Then, Lucifer reaches down and fingers his balls, rolling them against his palm lightly, obviously just for the feel of him and a brief second, in between two slobbery sucks of Lucifer's mouth on his cock, Elio wonders whether the other man has ever had this kind of sex before, himself. They've both had so much sex that wasn't anything like this, he thinks, but are they each other's firsts, really? Are they in some weird, inexplicable way starting on the same, fresh, unwritten page?
The thought makes the heat in his balls feel so acute he knows he'll be coming soon, very soon. Whimpering in a low voice, he finally gives a small push of his hips, feeling the glide over Lucifer's tongue and it's beautiful, it's perfect just like this and a little more, a little more... So close. He licks his lips, they feel dry and tight and puffy, still, but he regrets nothing. He regrets nothing. ]
You make me feel so special, Lucifer.
[ And leaning forward a little, kind of bending in over Lucifer in his lap, he runs the whole flat palm of his hand down over Lucifer's left wing, just pushing his fingers through his feathers, keeping it all in order, no disheveling. Just the brush, the touch, the feel of him. All of him. ]
[ Elio's thrusting up into his mouth a little, it's not a lot and he doesn't quite have the angle for it but Lucifer follows his movements all the same, falling into his rhythm and coaxing his pleasure out of him, slowly, surely. The way he whimpers makes him feel strangely protective, somehow, but then again, he has been, hasn't he, around Elio? Almost since the very beginning of their relationship. There's something so preciously innocent about him, even with his heartbreak and his empty sexual encounters and the way he touches people so very intimately when he plays at Lux after hours. It's hard to describe, really, probably because it's rare. Most adults aren't like this. Most adults have flaws that go too deep.
Himself included.
You make me feel special he says, like he isn't simply inherently special all by himself. Lucifer doesn't laugh, though he would if he didn't have his mouth full. It's a preposterous thought, after all, that he'd have anything to do with that. But then, Elio runs his whole palm down his wing, fingers slipping through his feathers, brushing them down, and his cock twitches pathetically against his thigh, precum leaking onto his belly. He moans, roughly, around his mouthful. Dips his tongue into the slit a bit before running his other hand further back along Elio's perineum. He feels the heat of him clearly down here and it's something else they'll have to get to, one day, if it suits them both.
For now, he rubs his damp index finger over the rim of Elio's arsehole, dipping in slightly, feeling the muscle there as it twitches in response. He sucks him harder, letting him fuck his mouth as he sees fit, the smell of sex and musk heavy in the air. He'd dearly like to jerk himself off as well but alas, he's only got two working hands (useless, wings, utterly useless) and he needs the other one for balance - so instead, he simply shifts his hips a bit and focuses on Elio's pleasure, on the taste of him and the heavy weight of his cock against his tongue. ]
[ He likes it. Lucifer likes Elio touching him there, brushing through his feathers and the pacing of Elio's hips goes up exponentially at the sound of the other man moaning around him, his balls drawing up more and more and more until he feels on the verge of imploding, pretty much. He does fuck his mouth now, little, shallow thrusts that push him against the roof of his mouth, keeping the gliding sensation up at an even rhythm. Elio's eyes have fallen shut, he's arching his back slightly into the feel of it and his hand moves automatically now, feathers, wing, hips thrusting, Lucifer's finger slipping over his asshole, oh...
It's too much. The way he sucks him and then presses inward, just dipping into his body, so that at one and the same time, he's inside Lucifer and Lucifer's inside him. Coming full circle, coming full, coming...
He gasps, loudly, borderline overwhelmed and feels his cock pulse between the other man's lips, feeling how he's spending himself all over his tongue, hard loads of cum exploding out of him and leaving him dizzy, staring into the darkness behind his own eyelids, hand halting momentarily against Lucifer's wing. Oh. Oh. It's a full-body orgasm, the kind that rages through his muscles, leaving him shaking slightly, now that he's been tensing up for so long, and making his hips seek out the tail-ends of his own pleasure, pushing forward, everything hard and sensitive and blinding. A bright, blinding white. The rim of his asshole flutters and tightens around the slight intrusion of Lucifer's finger, too, and for a second they're connected by that one touch, fingertip to this void in him. The last half-thrust makes him almost sob.
For a long moment, he just sits like that, blinking himself back into existence, while he more or less leans on Lucifer by the upper arch of his wing. Orgasms never make Elio feel full, they can make him feel sated and drowsy and happy, but he rarely feels less incomplete. He does this time. Like a little part of him's fallen into place.
Falling and flying, after all, don't have to be mutually exclusive.
He smiles, feeling the expression grow quite wide, and starts up his stroking of the other man's wing again after a moment, looking down at Lucifer with nothing but warmth in his gaze. ]
[ It's no effort at all for him, to follow the slight thrusts of Elio's hips even as they grow more desperate, clearly chasing, chasing - oh. Yes. Elio's arsehole clenches against his fingertip and his cock pulses between his lips as the other man hits the edge, tumbling over it, filling Lucifer's mouth and throat. He swallows, ignoring the taste which never does much for him, and sucks him through the aftershocks, his own body aching to follow suit. Elio's hand against his wing has paused, understandably - there's a limit to one's ability to multi-task, it's all very fair and square - and it takes him a moment to start up again.
When he does, however, Lucifer draws away slowly, popping his cock out of his mouth wetly and looking up at him. The other man's smiling, widely, beautifully, like the orgasm's landed him somewhere quite incredible and it suits him. Combined with his angelic features, he looks straight out of the Silver City, really, and he ought to be repulsed by the idea but instead, all he feels is quiet. Quiet, at peace, undisturbed.
Heaven on Earth, isn't that what they say? Humans know where it's at.
With a sigh, long and shaking, he slips down onto his side, resting his head against Elio's lap and looking up at him. Every time he runs his hand down his feathers, his cock jerks, his lower body heating up, growing tighter. He tips his wing sideways, stretching it out past Elio's shoulder, giving him free range of whatever he can reach and casting his own lower body into shadow. It's fine, though. Licking his own palm, leaving cum all over it along with a good amount of spit, he reaches down and starts stroking himself, his hand harsher now, rougher.
There's something like a whimper happening at the back of his throat but he's just going to pretend he can't hear it, yes? Yes. Instead, he lets his gaze wander, fixing on Elio's lower body, his spent cock, then up along the lines of his chest, his chin. He can taste him very clearly, like he's all over his system now, blending in, becoming one. ]
[ They meet somewhere in the eye of the storm. Elio post-orgasmic and blissful, done with the chases for now, and Lucifer popping his cock out of his mouth, hard again and ready to go for another round. He doesn't actually go anywhere, though, and Elio realizes that for a moment, when the man started moving, he'd feared he would. Leave. Find someone else. Finish elsewhere, not with him. Instead Lucifer lies down on his side, in the shadows of his own wing and licks his palm, getting it sticky with Elio's cum and his own spit, before reaching down to work his hard cock, harsher, rougher than before.
Elio breathes out slow and deep, looking out over the wide planes of the man's wing, extended beyond his shoulder now, Lucifer giving him free rein of it, whatever he can reach. Touch me, it means, I want your hands. Elio's expression softens and he looks down at the other man again, watching the way his hand work, taking a second to sense the pacing of it, how fast he'd like it, then he lifts both hands to the other man's wing and just starts brushing downwards over the intricate pattern of feathers, letting his fingers tease in between them here and there to really untangle them, letting him feel the tips of his fingers clearly. The day before, removing bullets for two hours, he learned things about wing anatomy he'd never known before, like the fact that there's a gland that's located just up the curve of Lucifer's arch with the oil that makes them all shiny and gleaming...
Elio brushes his palm down over it, lightly, feeling the stickiness transfer from his skin onto Lucifer's feathers as he continues the motion downwards. He's warm and soft and he sounds like he's dying to come, does Lucifer, his eyes trekking up Elio's body, up his front to his face and Elio meets his gaze, holding it without force. His voice, still raw and rough from the deep-throating, is nevertheless soft, too. ]
You should see yourself. You're shining.
[ Which, of course, means, that's how I see you right now. ]
[ Oh, oh, that's - he moans, gaze still locked on Elio's face, as the other man starts working over the feathers of his wing in earnest, lights flashing in the wake of his fingers, like sunlight bouncing off water. Moments later, Elio catches the preen gland - seemingly on purpose - and Lucifer actually gasps, bucking up against his own hand, a surge of arousal bursting through him. You're shining says Elio and with the oil coating his feathers, he is, quite literally. He gets it, though. That he means something more by it.
Breath shuddering out of him, Lucifer works his cock harder still, faster, Elio's scent still strong in his nostrils and on the back of his tongue. He pushes his face against the other man's naked thigh and groans, feeling his second climax building up fast. With Elio's hands in his feathers, he can't even begin to control his own pacing - he simply lets himself float, his lips parted against Elio's skin as he runs towards it, runs, runs, leaps -- ]
Ah! Oh, bloody --
[ He gasps, words sticking in his throat, as he spends himself all over his hand, the feathers quivering wildly beneath Elio's fingers. There are no coherent thoughts left in his mind and what a blissful way to be, huh, what a beautiful existence! He strokes himself another couple of times before he lets his hand fall away, his cock lying limp against his thigh and his eyes wide open, pupils blown wide. He's breathing hard, staring up at Elio unseeingly, the wing sinking down to rest against the bed, feathers glittering.
He's not aware of his eyes having changed, unfortunately. Right now, they're a fiery red, something more intense than mere physical pleasure burning within them. ]
[ Elio's always been one to watch, has been since he first understood how sex worked, maybe even earlier, maybe it's just a personality thing, out of his control. He likes observing the people he wants, likes, loves, drawing lines between their actions and their words, drawing conclusions from what he sees. It isn't much different with Lucifer, watching him work himself towards his second climax, hand rough on his cock and breathing stuttering out of him as Elio helps him take flight, fingers smearing the oil out over another row of feathers, another, another and there, he's gasping and moaning and coming all over his own hand, all over the bed and it's beautiful, like something out of time. Something that only belongs to this world halfway. Elio's gasping a bit as well and once he's slept off his latest orgasm, he'll be jerking off to the memory of this one, won't he? He'll he jerking off to exactly this mental image. Lucifer in his lap, staring up at him unseeingly with so much passion in his eyes that it might as well brim over...
Oh.
It did.
Looking down at the other man for a long moment, wordlessly, Elio takes in the fiery red of his pupils, something like actual fire seemingly burning in his gaze and maybe he should be afraid, but he knows where it stems from, where it originated and the Devil never had any claim to him, except the very, very obvious one right now, his head weighing Elio's thigh down and keeping him anchored. Hands pausing on Lucifer's wing, then, he lets them both sink to his lap, cupping Lucifer's face between his fingers gently and bending in over him just enough to increase their proximity, make it easier to whisper to him: ]
Always look at me like this.
[ He smiles, strokes the other man's skin, the stubble of his beard tickling his palms, the residual gland oil on his right hand leaving smears over Lucifer's cheek. Like he's already told him, on the brink of orgasm, Lucifer makes him feel special and this is no exception, this is just one more time where Lucifer treats him to the everything he doesn't seem to show the rest of the world, maybe not even himself. Elio will gladly be that person for him. Will be that person until Lucifer doesn't need one anymore. Anyone. Not him, either. ]
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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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They were meant to be touched, feathers. Wings. There's a reason he's had little use for them the past many eons.
Re-focusing on his mouthful, Lucifer curls his hand around the base of Elio's cock, angling it upwards a bit, away from his abdomen. Then, he takes it in another inch, just enough that it hits the roof of his mouth. He keeps his teeth well and truly out of the way, closes his eyes and sucks, cheeks hollowing. The taste of cock and precum mixes with the sparks of pleasure rushing down his back each time Elio's fingers make another down-stroke and within less than half a minute, he's hard again.
Under normal circumstances, he'd be deep-throating him, maybe give the head a bit of advanced tongue-action just for the sake of sexual theatrics but this, for some odd, inexplicable reason, is different. He... wants it to be, perhaps, though he can't for the life of him understand the whys or the whats of it. Regardless, he simply keeps sucking him, applying pressure, releasing it, bobbing his head up and down a little just to give the sensation of glide. He frees his hand from Elio's thigh and reaches down to finger his balls, just rolling them against his palm lightly, playing around.
Feeling him out, too. ]
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Then, Lucifer reaches down and fingers his balls, rolling them against his palm lightly, obviously just for the feel of him and a brief second, in between two slobbery sucks of Lucifer's mouth on his cock, Elio wonders whether the other man has ever had this kind of sex before, himself. They've both had so much sex that wasn't anything like this, he thinks, but are they each other's firsts, really? Are they in some weird, inexplicable way starting on the same, fresh, unwritten page?
The thought makes the heat in his balls feel so acute he knows he'll be coming soon, very soon. Whimpering in a low voice, he finally gives a small push of his hips, feeling the glide over Lucifer's tongue and it's beautiful, it's perfect just like this and a little more, a little more... So close. He licks his lips, they feel dry and tight and puffy, still, but he regrets nothing. He regrets nothing. ]
You make me feel so special, Lucifer.
[ And leaning forward a little, kind of bending in over Lucifer in his lap, he runs the whole flat palm of his hand down over Lucifer's left wing, just pushing his fingers through his feathers, keeping it all in order, no disheveling. Just the brush, the touch, the feel of him. All of him. ]
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Himself included.
You make me feel special he says, like he isn't simply inherently special all by himself. Lucifer doesn't laugh, though he would if he didn't have his mouth full. It's a preposterous thought, after all, that he'd have anything to do with that. But then, Elio runs his whole palm down his wing, fingers slipping through his feathers, brushing them down, and his cock twitches pathetically against his thigh, precum leaking onto his belly. He moans, roughly, around his mouthful. Dips his tongue into the slit a bit before running his other hand further back along Elio's perineum. He feels the heat of him clearly down here and it's something else they'll have to get to, one day, if it suits them both.
For now, he rubs his damp index finger over the rim of Elio's arsehole, dipping in slightly, feeling the muscle there as it twitches in response. He sucks him harder, letting him fuck his mouth as he sees fit, the smell of sex and musk heavy in the air. He'd dearly like to jerk himself off as well but alas, he's only got two working hands (useless, wings, utterly useless) and he needs the other one for balance - so instead, he simply shifts his hips a bit and focuses on Elio's pleasure, on the taste of him and the heavy weight of his cock against his tongue. ]
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It's too much. The way he sucks him and then presses inward, just dipping into his body, so that at one and the same time, he's inside Lucifer and Lucifer's inside him. Coming full circle, coming full, coming...
He gasps, loudly, borderline overwhelmed and feels his cock pulse between the other man's lips, feeling how he's spending himself all over his tongue, hard loads of cum exploding out of him and leaving him dizzy, staring into the darkness behind his own eyelids, hand halting momentarily against Lucifer's wing. Oh. Oh. It's a full-body orgasm, the kind that rages through his muscles, leaving him shaking slightly, now that he's been tensing up for so long, and making his hips seek out the tail-ends of his own pleasure, pushing forward, everything hard and sensitive and blinding. A bright, blinding white. The rim of his asshole flutters and tightens around the slight intrusion of Lucifer's finger, too, and for a second they're connected by that one touch, fingertip to this void in him. The last half-thrust makes him almost sob.
For a long moment, he just sits like that, blinking himself back into existence, while he more or less leans on Lucifer by the upper arch of his wing. Orgasms never make Elio feel full, they can make him feel sated and drowsy and happy, but he rarely feels less incomplete. He does this time. Like a little part of him's fallen into place.
Falling and flying, after all, don't have to be mutually exclusive.
He smiles, feeling the expression grow quite wide, and starts up his stroking of the other man's wing again after a moment, looking down at Lucifer with nothing but warmth in his gaze. ]
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When he does, however, Lucifer draws away slowly, popping his cock out of his mouth wetly and looking up at him. The other man's smiling, widely, beautifully, like the orgasm's landed him somewhere quite incredible and it suits him. Combined with his angelic features, he looks straight out of the Silver City, really, and he ought to be repulsed by the idea but instead, all he feels is quiet. Quiet, at peace, undisturbed.
Heaven on Earth, isn't that what they say? Humans know where it's at.
With a sigh, long and shaking, he slips down onto his side, resting his head against Elio's lap and looking up at him. Every time he runs his hand down his feathers, his cock jerks, his lower body heating up, growing tighter. He tips his wing sideways, stretching it out past Elio's shoulder, giving him free range of whatever he can reach and casting his own lower body into shadow. It's fine, though. Licking his own palm, leaving cum all over it along with a good amount of spit, he reaches down and starts stroking himself, his hand harsher now, rougher.
There's something like a whimper happening at the back of his throat but he's just going to pretend he can't hear it, yes? Yes. Instead, he lets his gaze wander, fixing on Elio's lower body, his spent cock, then up along the lines of his chest, his chin. He can taste him very clearly, like he's all over his system now, blending in, becoming one. ]
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Elio breathes out slow and deep, looking out over the wide planes of the man's wing, extended beyond his shoulder now, Lucifer giving him free rein of it, whatever he can reach. Touch me, it means, I want your hands. Elio's expression softens and he looks down at the other man again, watching the way his hand work, taking a second to sense the pacing of it, how fast he'd like it, then he lifts both hands to the other man's wing and just starts brushing downwards over the intricate pattern of feathers, letting his fingers tease in between them here and there to really untangle them, letting him feel the tips of his fingers clearly. The day before, removing bullets for two hours, he learned things about wing anatomy he'd never known before, like the fact that there's a gland that's located just up the curve of Lucifer's arch with the oil that makes them all shiny and gleaming...
Elio brushes his palm down over it, lightly, feeling the stickiness transfer from his skin onto Lucifer's feathers as he continues the motion downwards. He's warm and soft and he sounds like he's dying to come, does Lucifer, his eyes trekking up Elio's body, up his front to his face and Elio meets his gaze, holding it without force. His voice, still raw and rough from the deep-throating, is nevertheless soft, too. ]
You should see yourself. You're shining.
[ Which, of course, means, that's how I see you right now. ]
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Breath shuddering out of him, Lucifer works his cock harder still, faster, Elio's scent still strong in his nostrils and on the back of his tongue. He pushes his face against the other man's naked thigh and groans, feeling his second climax building up fast. With Elio's hands in his feathers, he can't even begin to control his own pacing - he simply lets himself float, his lips parted against Elio's skin as he runs towards it, runs, runs, leaps -- ]
Ah! Oh, bloody --
[ He gasps, words sticking in his throat, as he spends himself all over his hand, the feathers quivering wildly beneath Elio's fingers. There are no coherent thoughts left in his mind and what a blissful way to be, huh, what a beautiful existence! He strokes himself another couple of times before he lets his hand fall away, his cock lying limp against his thigh and his eyes wide open, pupils blown wide. He's breathing hard, staring up at Elio unseeingly, the wing sinking down to rest against the bed, feathers glittering.
He's not aware of his eyes having changed, unfortunately. Right now, they're a fiery red, something more intense than mere physical pleasure burning within them. ]
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Oh.
It did.
Looking down at the other man for a long moment, wordlessly, Elio takes in the fiery red of his pupils, something like actual fire seemingly burning in his gaze and maybe he should be afraid, but he knows where it stems from, where it originated and the Devil never had any claim to him, except the very, very obvious one right now, his head weighing Elio's thigh down and keeping him anchored. Hands pausing on Lucifer's wing, then, he lets them both sink to his lap, cupping Lucifer's face between his fingers gently and bending in over him just enough to increase their proximity, make it easier to whisper to him: ]
Always look at me like this.
[ He smiles, strokes the other man's skin, the stubble of his beard tickling his palms, the residual gland oil on his right hand leaving smears over Lucifer's cheek. Like he's already told him, on the brink of orgasm, Lucifer makes him feel special and this is no exception, this is just one more time where Lucifer treats him to the everything he doesn't seem to show the rest of the world, maybe not even himself. Elio will gladly be that person for him. Will be that person until Lucifer doesn't need one anymore. Anyone. Not him, either. ]