[ 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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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. ]