[ For what it's worth, the weight of him in itself pushes Lucifer's cock slowly inside of him, inch by inch. Lucifer, too, is slowly, slowly burying into him, but not in any way that overrides Elio's plea for time. In some magical way, the other man is quite simply just stalling time itself, between them. It's the way he touches him, both hands up his sides first, then the grip around his cock, light and unassuming, but it still makes Elio's cock jerk between his fingers, makes him gasp out loud, precum melting in between them, like they're floating out of their very bodies, both of them. He whimpers. He whimpers and closes his eyes, feeling for the way Lucifer's right, there's space, there's enough space even. He fits inside him, he'll always fit inside him.
You are open to me, Elio. Does he know what that means? Does he care right now, except that it's comfort and understanding and connect? Elio can't tell, so he lets it sink in and find its rest somewhere he can study it closer later. When he isn't getting fucked, preferably. When he isn't a minute or two from orgasm.
He releases his lip, finally, and inhales deep again, letting his body do what it's been wanting to for hours. What it's been begging for. Like that, he begins sinking down over Lucifer's enormous length the rest of the way, feeling the way everything accommodates inside him, how he stretches to take him, how his body knows, how it wants. His breathing comes out airy and shallow, fast. It's overwhelming, but Lucifer is saying his name in that voice, the one that's by its nature in control of much worse things. They'll make it to the other side. Elio trusts him.
Elio trusts him with everything.
So, he sinks until he can't go any further, his asshole lodged with the whole, insane length of Lucifer's cock and there's so much stretch, so much fullness that he feels almost beyond his own body. Like Lucifer's pushed him outside of it. He loves this feeling, he loves looking down on the two of them, he loves what he sees. Then, at the first up-stroke, pulling off him halfway before sinking right back down, Elio's forcibly thrown back into his body again, the heavy slide awakening nerve endings he didn't even know he had. Not to mention, prostate, oh, if he angles himself like this on the next one, up, down, oh. His cock jerks against the other man's palm, and he moans. Opens his eyes again. ]
I can feel that.
[ It's a rhythm, too slow, but he doesn't know how fast Lucifer wants it. He'll have to show him, won't he? ]
[ And down goes Elio, oh, but in the best of ways. Lucifer watches him, gaze narrowed slightly and his breath stuck between his teeth as the other man sinks down onto his cock, inch by inch, and he's enfolded in his warmth, just completely swallowed up by it. He goes still again for a moment, letting Elio acclimatize himself to the feel of it, watching as he bounces lightly up and down, the friction surging down the length of his cock, straight into his balls. He groans. Shifts a little just to do something with the restless energy that's building up inside his groin and lower body. Thrust, he wants to thrust, he - but oh, Elio founds his prostate, didn't he, his cock jerking in Lucifer's grip and it's so incredibly fulfilling this, right now it's basically everything.
He grabs onto Elio's right hip, hand flattening over his hipbone, and grinds his lower body down against his cock for a brief moment, just to say, here and mine and lots of other things that he couldn't even begin to articulate. Then, he runs his hand up his back, up to his neck and down again, stroking him. He grips his cock tighter, letting him glide back and forth in his grip as he moves. ]
Get yourself off on me.
[ He shifts again. Puts his heels against the mattress for balance and thrusts upwards lazily in time with Elio's movements, his cock burrowing in deep. Fuck, it's good. It's perfect. He can't get off himself, not at this pace, but he's a generous sort of Devil and he'll happily give Elio his turn, first. He takes care to meet Elio's movements with his own, thrusting in, giving it a bit of force, feeling the other man's buttocks vibrate against his thighs at each instroke.
All throughout, he watches Elio's face, gaze fixed on his eyes, his mouth. Open, he thinks again. It doesn't matter that he can't mojo him, not right now.
He's never seen another person as clearly before. ]
[ They're so close, so tight like this, the other man actively inside Elio's body, claiming him, claiming his space in him and the thought is in and by itself almost enough to set him off. Then, Lucifer flattens his hand over Elio's hipbone and grinds him down against him, thrusting into him and they're just sliding in and out of each other's innermost cores like this. Elio loves it. He's so incredibly happy in this very moment, as Lucifer runs his hand up his back next, to his neck, stroking him, he's gasping loudly, riding his cock at a steady, slow pace, really milking his own prostate for each instroke. He can feel his balls start to draw up, knowing it's a matter of minutes now, maybe two, one, a half.
Get yourself off on me, Lucifer tells him and Elio meets his eyes, holds his gaze while he sucks in a sharp breath. It's the voice in which he says it, take care of yourself first, knowing Elio never lets himself, that he worries about everyone else, that he gets lost in that urge too often.
No more.
His cock is slipping in and out of Lucifer's curled fingers and like that, Elio's being taken from either end. With a whimper, he starts riding him faster, he starts taking him in harder and keeps the pressure over his prostate constant, even, rhythmic. It's like music. In his body. Elio keeps staring down at Lucifer, mouth open and his pupils blown wide while he fucks himself on him. Ten seconds of that and he's groaning, feeling it build up. Twenty seconds, the wave of pleasure is crashing over him, into his cheeks first, reddening, his neck, hands grabbing Lucifer's shoulders, the tremble in his voice as he murmurs something he can't even make out himself. His name, probably. Lucifer, I...
Thirty seconds, his hips rising and falling faster, faster, and Elio's coming, his cock spurting cum all over Lucifer's front and his asshole contracting harshly around the huge girth of the other man's cock. He keeps moving, pushing through, wanting more, more, more.
They're staring at each other all throughout, Elio's eyes only closing as the final quivering of his ass leaves his whole body lightly shaking. He's blinking back tears. Fighting to breathe. Fighting to keep his head above water. ]
[ Elio takes his cue to be just a little bit selfish, to take a little for himself because he's accepting at the same time and Lucifer watches him, thrusting upwards and following Elio's pace, until the other man's basically fucking himself on his cock like his bloody life depended on it and it's so hot, it might be the hottest thing he's ever seen and Lucifer remembers - every person he's slept with, every face, every desire. But this, he thinks, breath coming out in gasps as he watches Elio work himself closer to the finish line, this is something else. Something very precious. Darling Elio, who takes what he is and likes it, who touches him even when he's at his absolute worst.
He feels it between his fingers, first, when the other man's cock stiffens up. Then, the feeling of slick as he spends himself all over his chest, his arsehole quivering around his cock, sucking him in. Oh. Oh. He moans, writhing a little beneath the other man while he falls through his climax, Elio, who's still falling, he told him so himself. It's beautiful. He's completely amazing. The other man's got tears in his eyes as he slumps down a little, his hands gripping Lucifer's shoulders. Breathing out harshly, Lucifer gives his cock another stroke, just to make sure he's all spent and empty, before he presses both hands to Elio's back and tumbles them sideways, pushing Elio down onto the mattress until they've switched positions, Elio beneath him, Lucifer casting him in shadow. He keeps him close, keeps him folded around him, his cock still buried in his arse.
Then, eyes falling shut, he starts thrusting for real, harder and faster than before, letting Elio hang onto him as he likes as he chases his own climax. It takes him only a handful of thrusts and he's there. He spends himself deep within the other man, his forehead buried against his shoulder and his muscles trembling. It's not exertion, exactly, but something that stems from a place that he can't quite understand, something about the tears in Elio's eyes, the heat of his skin against his, all the way down his front, their legs, the smell of his neck. It's so much.
So he stays there, just like that, while his cock softens and he breathes Elio in like there's nothing else for him to do and maybe that's just how it goes, maybe that's really what it is. ]
[ He doesn't have time to catch his breath. Once Lucifer's made sure he's completely spent, he tumbles them over in a surprisingly controlled reverse of their previous positions, Elio on his back on the mattress, Lucifer leaning in over him, curling his legs around him, his whole body, holding him close while he starts thrusting harder, faster, more desperately than before. Obviously chasing his own climax. Elio takes it. Elio stares into the side of his face, as he leans his forehead against his shoulder, breathes with him, hard and fast, gasping, biting into the very air to have this, have him.
When he comes, Elio feels the pulsing of his cock, feels how his asshole is throbbing hotly, sore and how it's perfect, just like this, a little bit tender. He's slipped his arms around the other man's shoulders, stroking his neck, one hand in his hair, too. He cradles his head. Once it's subsided, once there are only trembles and deep inhalations left, he stretches his neck enough to kiss his temple, his cheek, his nose, the corner of his mouth.
The tears in his eyelashes are obstructing his vision a bit and no matter how hard he blinks, they only stick more. Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, Elio reaches up to wipe the wetness away with the back of his hand. He has to draw back a little to do so, although he only releases his hold on Lucifer with one arm.
He doesn't apologize for crying. He knows Lucifer will understand.
Instead he slowly finds a lull in his own breathing again, looking at the close-up silhouette of Lucifer's face and thinking stupid things like, never leave, I'll never be whole again, I love you and saying none of them, because they're still just his feelings. It's still his little mess to navigate, while they enjoy themselves this way, drifting to and fro. Magnetic fields in the flesh.
So, Elio runs his fingers idly through the other man's hair and waits for the moment of withdrawal, knowing it'll come. ]
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You are open to me, Elio. Does he know what that means? Does he care right now, except that it's comfort and understanding and connect? Elio can't tell, so he lets it sink in and find its rest somewhere he can study it closer later. When he isn't getting fucked, preferably. When he isn't a minute or two from orgasm.
He releases his lip, finally, and inhales deep again, letting his body do what it's been wanting to for hours. What it's been begging for. Like that, he begins sinking down over Lucifer's enormous length the rest of the way, feeling the way everything accommodates inside him, how he stretches to take him, how his body knows, how it wants. His breathing comes out airy and shallow, fast. It's overwhelming, but Lucifer is saying his name in that voice, the one that's by its nature in control of much worse things. They'll make it to the other side. Elio trusts him.
Elio trusts him with everything.
So, he sinks until he can't go any further, his asshole lodged with the whole, insane length of Lucifer's cock and there's so much stretch, so much fullness that he feels almost beyond his own body. Like Lucifer's pushed him outside of it. He loves this feeling, he loves looking down on the two of them, he loves what he sees. Then, at the first up-stroke, pulling off him halfway before sinking right back down, Elio's forcibly thrown back into his body again, the heavy slide awakening nerve endings he didn't even know he had. Not to mention, prostate, oh, if he angles himself like this on the next one, up, down, oh. His cock jerks against the other man's palm, and he moans. Opens his eyes again. ]
I can feel that.
[ It's a rhythm, too slow, but he doesn't know how fast Lucifer wants it. He'll have to show him, won't he? ]
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He grabs onto Elio's right hip, hand flattening over his hipbone, and grinds his lower body down against his cock for a brief moment, just to say, here and mine and lots of other things that he couldn't even begin to articulate. Then, he runs his hand up his back, up to his neck and down again, stroking him. He grips his cock tighter, letting him glide back and forth in his grip as he moves. ]
Get yourself off on me.
[ He shifts again. Puts his heels against the mattress for balance and thrusts upwards lazily in time with Elio's movements, his cock burrowing in deep. Fuck, it's good. It's perfect. He can't get off himself, not at this pace, but he's a generous sort of Devil and he'll happily give Elio his turn, first. He takes care to meet Elio's movements with his own, thrusting in, giving it a bit of force, feeling the other man's buttocks vibrate against his thighs at each instroke.
All throughout, he watches Elio's face, gaze fixed on his eyes, his mouth. Open, he thinks again. It doesn't matter that he can't mojo him, not right now.
He's never seen another person as clearly before. ]
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Get yourself off on me, Lucifer tells him and Elio meets his eyes, holds his gaze while he sucks in a sharp breath. It's the voice in which he says it, take care of yourself first, knowing Elio never lets himself, that he worries about everyone else, that he gets lost in that urge too often.
No more.
His cock is slipping in and out of Lucifer's curled fingers and like that, Elio's being taken from either end. With a whimper, he starts riding him faster, he starts taking him in harder and keeps the pressure over his prostate constant, even, rhythmic. It's like music. In his body. Elio keeps staring down at Lucifer, mouth open and his pupils blown wide while he fucks himself on him. Ten seconds of that and he's groaning, feeling it build up. Twenty seconds, the wave of pleasure is crashing over him, into his cheeks first, reddening, his neck, hands grabbing Lucifer's shoulders, the tremble in his voice as he murmurs something he can't even make out himself. His name, probably. Lucifer, I...
Thirty seconds, his hips rising and falling faster, faster, and Elio's coming, his cock spurting cum all over Lucifer's front and his asshole contracting harshly around the huge girth of the other man's cock. He keeps moving, pushing through, wanting more, more, more.
They're staring at each other all throughout, Elio's eyes only closing as the final quivering of his ass leaves his whole body lightly shaking. He's blinking back tears. Fighting to breathe. Fighting to keep his head above water. ]
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He feels it between his fingers, first, when the other man's cock stiffens up. Then, the feeling of slick as he spends himself all over his chest, his arsehole quivering around his cock, sucking him in. Oh. Oh. He moans, writhing a little beneath the other man while he falls through his climax, Elio, who's still falling, he told him so himself. It's beautiful. He's completely amazing. The other man's got tears in his eyes as he slumps down a little, his hands gripping Lucifer's shoulders. Breathing out harshly, Lucifer gives his cock another stroke, just to make sure he's all spent and empty, before he presses both hands to Elio's back and tumbles them sideways, pushing Elio down onto the mattress until they've switched positions, Elio beneath him, Lucifer casting him in shadow. He keeps him close, keeps him folded around him, his cock still buried in his arse.
Then, eyes falling shut, he starts thrusting for real, harder and faster than before, letting Elio hang onto him as he likes as he chases his own climax. It takes him only a handful of thrusts and he's there. He spends himself deep within the other man, his forehead buried against his shoulder and his muscles trembling. It's not exertion, exactly, but something that stems from a place that he can't quite understand, something about the tears in Elio's eyes, the heat of his skin against his, all the way down his front, their legs, the smell of his neck. It's so much.
So he stays there, just like that, while his cock softens and he breathes Elio in like there's nothing else for him to do and maybe that's just how it goes, maybe that's really what it is. ]
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When he comes, Elio feels the pulsing of his cock, feels how his asshole is throbbing hotly, sore and how it's perfect, just like this, a little bit tender. He's slipped his arms around the other man's shoulders, stroking his neck, one hand in his hair, too. He cradles his head. Once it's subsided, once there are only trembles and deep inhalations left, he stretches his neck enough to kiss his temple, his cheek, his nose, the corner of his mouth.
The tears in his eyelashes are obstructing his vision a bit and no matter how hard he blinks, they only stick more. Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, Elio reaches up to wipe the wetness away with the back of his hand. He has to draw back a little to do so, although he only releases his hold on Lucifer with one arm.
He doesn't apologize for crying. He knows Lucifer will understand.
Instead he slowly finds a lull in his own breathing again, looking at the close-up silhouette of Lucifer's face and thinking stupid things like, never leave, I'll never be whole again, I love you and saying none of them, because they're still just his feelings. It's still his little mess to navigate, while they enjoy themselves this way, drifting to and fro. Magnetic fields in the flesh.
So, Elio runs his fingers idly through the other man's hair and waits for the moment of withdrawal, knowing it'll come. ]