[ 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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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. ]