[ Moments later, he feels Elio speeding up his thrusts, everything turning a tad more desperate, a tad more focused, too. When he comes, Lucifer's arse is still clenching slightly in the aftershocks of his climax and he feels him so acutely, just then, the pulsing of his cock, the width and girth of it. He breathes in very slowly, the air trembling down his lungs, while Elio spends himself inside him. Has anyone actually done that before? He doubts it. Lucifer rarely bottoms at all, to men. It's hard to find anyone who'd take it for what it is.
Elio does, though. Elio, who collapses on top of him between his wings, his breath hot and damp against his skin and his beautiful hands solid against his upper arms. When he speaks against the side of his face, Lucifer angles his chin into the line of his jaw, his soft, overheated skin. ]
For as long as you like, darling.
[ His voice is mostly air, out of breath as he is. His wings are spread out wide on either side of him, tips brushing over the floor lazily. Elio's still inside of him, it'll be another little moment yet before he slips out. It's nice. Lucifer gives him a little squeeze for good measure and it actually makes his arsehole feel sore, wow, wonders of wonders. Still vulnerable, then, still open. In every possible way, as it were.
He frees one hand, finally, and reaches up, stroking his fingers through Elio's hair. He digs in a little until he can feel the heat of his skin, his scalp and further down, the back of his neck.
Then, he simply stays like that and lets the moment run to its natural conclusion. ]
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Elio does, though. Elio, who collapses on top of him between his wings, his breath hot and damp against his skin and his beautiful hands solid against his upper arms. When he speaks against the side of his face, Lucifer angles his chin into the line of his jaw, his soft, overheated skin. ]
For as long as you like, darling.
[ His voice is mostly air, out of breath as he is. His wings are spread out wide on either side of him, tips brushing over the floor lazily. Elio's still inside of him, it'll be another little moment yet before he slips out. It's nice. Lucifer gives him a little squeeze for good measure and it actually makes his arsehole feel sore, wow, wonders of wonders. Still vulnerable, then, still open. In every possible way, as it were.
He frees one hand, finally, and reaches up, stroking his fingers through Elio's hair. He digs in a little until he can feel the heat of his skin, his scalp and further down, the back of his neck.
Then, he simply stays like that and lets the moment run to its natural conclusion. ]