[ He chuckles at Elio's words, the sound dying in his throat as the other man makes his way down his body, his muscles tensing up in anticipation. Oh, but he's craving it - just, the delicious rawness of his throat, the lingering aftertaste of Elio's cock, it's making him feel all kinds of impatient. Shifting a little without actively wiggling about, he mentally prepares himself for the feeling of a hot, wet tongue against his cock. Elio usually starts from the base so that's -- ]
I - oh! What --
[ Gasping, he actually startles at the feeling of something decidedly wet but cool, something soft and squishy and - against the shaft of his cock. He looks down, eyes wide, as Elio leans in and licks the juice off his shaft towards the head. His breath is more or less stuck in his throat at the sight and it basically whooshes out of him, very undignified, when the other man makes a downwards stroke with the fruit (the fruit!) and swirls his tongue over the head of his cock, pushing into the slit. The scent of peach explodes in the air between them and his cock jerks, pitifully, while his mind tries to assemble all the impressions into something approaching a coherent whole.
Elio, Elio's mouth on his cock - and the fruit, the wet, maddening slide of it, and the juice feels a little bit sticky as it pools over his balls, too, Elio's saliva watering it out somewhat. Trembling, Lucifer settles down on his hip and watches, enraptured, his cock glinting golden and slick, Elio's lips mirroring it, like they're fucking one and the same. He can't. It's - ]
Perfect. Oh, Elio, you're - [ He swallows convulsively, reaching down to run his hand mindlessly through the other man's curls, pulling at them a little, watching them bounce back against his head. ] - you're spoiling me.
Like Elio's the perfect one here when Lucifer's the one shining from fruit juices and looking as divine as he is. Spoiling him? No, he really isn't, because spoiling signifies undeserved and Elio thinks he deserves all this, he deserves the way Elio's hand starts smearing the poor peach up and down his cock, long, hard strokes, juices sliding down his length, pooling over his balls. He deserves the way he eases the head of Lucifer's cock into his mouth, just tightening his lips around the very tip of it, sucking a little bit. He deserves the way that, after four or five strokes, the peach all but falling apart by the end, Elio withdraws his hand to squish it between his fingers, draining it for the last of its juices and stroking the other man's cock, just with his palm now, once he's discarded the fruit, slick and wet from the residue. He deserves all that.
Once he's fallen into a rhythm with his hand, Elio opens his mouth more and slides Lucifer's cock halfway in, letting a good couple of inches rest on his tongue and the head press against the very back of his throat. He doesn't try deep-throating him this time, he just gives him that sense of slide, pulling back, off, pushing down, over, off, over, off, his hand working the rest of his length at a matching pace. He tastes like arousal and precum. He tastes like sex. He tastes like peach and it's a beautiful mix, heavy and sweet at the same time.
Groaning lightly, Elio thinks that he wants to give Lucifer this, he wants to give him this gift, this pleasure, this happiness, in turn for everything Lucifer's given him, everything he's been, everything he's done. He'd say it wasn't him, of course, he'd say Elio did it all on his own, chose to do it, but it'd be the one lie he'd ever tell, of course and Elio would forgive him, Lucifer has his reasons for actually believing that.
This isn't payback, it's a reward. Freely given. ]
[ It's the wettest, stickiest and hottest handjob-combined-blowjob he's ever had and that's saying something, for someone who's been around (and, literally, been around) since before the dawn of time. Lucifer groans and keeps his hips still for as long as he can stand which honestly isn't more than few minutes at best. Elio's giving him such a lovely slide, taking his cock into his mouth, letting him feel the tightness of it, the wetness. The juice running down his shaft feels cool and the scent is sweet, magnified by the trees around them, the orchard in its late-summer dress-up.
With a barely articulated curse, he finally just holds onto Elio's head and returns the rhythm, sliding his hips inwards a little, pulling back, fucking the other man's mouth and staring at him all throughout, his muscles trembling from need. Gradually, the heat in his groin intensifies, grows and grows, until suddenly, he's hardening on Elio's tongue and his balls draw up, explosively. He moans, loudly and without restraint, pushing inwards a little more, just enough to feel the narrowness of Elio's mouth and the opening behind it.
He comes, the scent of peaches and cock and cum heavy in his system. He doesn't stop looking at Elio, doesn't stop taking him in, from the way his lips look, curved around his shaft to the sticky glimmer of juice on his skin, on Lucifer's own. They've become a part of this place, he thinks. Elio's made it so. They've left their imprints and been imprinted, in turn.
Breathing raggedly, fingers loosening in Elio's hair, he finally throws his head back and pants, open-mouthed, the echoes of his climax making him feel afloat.
[ After a few minutes, Lucifer abandons himself and starts fucking into Elio's mouth, little inward thrusts, sliding himself over his tongue, far into the back of his mouth cavity and Elio sucks, pushes his tongue up against him, meets him eagerly, giving back, giving back. And when he finally comes, his cock hardening on Elio's tongue and his hips pushing himself just that tiny bit further back where he'll feel him, Elio takes and takes and takes, swallowing him hungrily, savoring the combined taste of salty cum and sweet peach juices, whatever little remains and hasn't been watered out completely. He doesn't think he'll ever forget this taste.
He waits until he's sucked the last of his orgasm out of him, then Elio pulls off Lucifer's cock slowly, looking up at him, at the way he's thrown back his head and is just existing at the heart of this place, where the wild things grow and where they can be completely unbothered and free. No Chloe Deckers. No Michels. No falls. No Hells. This is theirs, he thinks and crawls up until he's aligned with the other man completely, their feet lightly entangled by the ankles and Elio inches in against Lucifer until his head can come to a rest against his now very sticky chest. He smells sweet, almost sickeningly so. Likewise, Elio's tongue is still sticky with cum, salty and dark.
Kissing Lucifer's jawline, feeling his stubble against his swollen lips, Elio thinks he's never been closer to Heaven than this. Of course he doesn't say that out loud. ]
For as long as you like.
[ He mirrors Lucifer's words back at him, the ones he'd said the night before and was that really only last night? What he means is, you can stay here.
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I - oh! What --
[ Gasping, he actually startles at the feeling of something decidedly wet but cool, something soft and squishy and - against the shaft of his cock. He looks down, eyes wide, as Elio leans in and licks the juice off his shaft towards the head. His breath is more or less stuck in his throat at the sight and it basically whooshes out of him, very undignified, when the other man makes a downwards stroke with the fruit (the fruit!) and swirls his tongue over the head of his cock, pushing into the slit. The scent of peach explodes in the air between them and his cock jerks, pitifully, while his mind tries to assemble all the impressions into something approaching a coherent whole.
Elio, Elio's mouth on his cock - and the fruit, the wet, maddening slide of it, and the juice feels a little bit sticky as it pools over his balls, too, Elio's saliva watering it out somewhat. Trembling, Lucifer settles down on his hip and watches, enraptured, his cock glinting golden and slick, Elio's lips mirroring it, like they're fucking one and the same. He can't. It's - ]
Perfect. Oh, Elio, you're - [ He swallows convulsively, reaching down to run his hand mindlessly through the other man's curls, pulling at them a little, watching them bounce back against his head. ] - you're spoiling me.
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Like Elio's the perfect one here when Lucifer's the one shining from fruit juices and looking as divine as he is. Spoiling him? No, he really isn't, because spoiling signifies undeserved and Elio thinks he deserves all this, he deserves the way Elio's hand starts smearing the poor peach up and down his cock, long, hard strokes, juices sliding down his length, pooling over his balls. He deserves the way he eases the head of Lucifer's cock into his mouth, just tightening his lips around the very tip of it, sucking a little bit. He deserves the way that, after four or five strokes, the peach all but falling apart by the end, Elio withdraws his hand to squish it between his fingers, draining it for the last of its juices and stroking the other man's cock, just with his palm now, once he's discarded the fruit, slick and wet from the residue. He deserves all that.
Once he's fallen into a rhythm with his hand, Elio opens his mouth more and slides Lucifer's cock halfway in, letting a good couple of inches rest on his tongue and the head press against the very back of his throat. He doesn't try deep-throating him this time, he just gives him that sense of slide, pulling back, off, pushing down, over, off, over, off, his hand working the rest of his length at a matching pace. He tastes like arousal and precum. He tastes like sex. He tastes like peach and it's a beautiful mix, heavy and sweet at the same time.
Groaning lightly, Elio thinks that he wants to give Lucifer this, he wants to give him this gift, this pleasure, this happiness, in turn for everything Lucifer's given him, everything he's been, everything he's done. He'd say it wasn't him, of course, he'd say Elio did it all on his own, chose to do it, but it'd be the one lie he'd ever tell, of course and Elio would forgive him, Lucifer has his reasons for actually believing that.
This isn't payback, it's a reward. Freely given. ]
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With a barely articulated curse, he finally just holds onto Elio's head and returns the rhythm, sliding his hips inwards a little, pulling back, fucking the other man's mouth and staring at him all throughout, his muscles trembling from need. Gradually, the heat in his groin intensifies, grows and grows, until suddenly, he's hardening on Elio's tongue and his balls draw up, explosively. He moans, loudly and without restraint, pushing inwards a little more, just enough to feel the narrowness of Elio's mouth and the opening behind it.
He comes, the scent of peaches and cock and cum heavy in his system. He doesn't stop looking at Elio, doesn't stop taking him in, from the way his lips look, curved around his shaft to the sticky glimmer of juice on his skin, on Lucifer's own. They've become a part of this place, he thinks. Elio's made it so. They've left their imprints and been imprinted, in turn.
Breathing raggedly, fingers loosening in Elio's hair, he finally throws his head back and pants, open-mouthed, the echoes of his climax making him feel afloat.
Untethered. ]
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He waits until he's sucked the last of his orgasm out of him, then Elio pulls off Lucifer's cock slowly, looking up at him, at the way he's thrown back his head and is just existing at the heart of this place, where the wild things grow and where they can be completely unbothered and free. No Chloe Deckers. No Michels. No falls. No Hells. This is theirs, he thinks and crawls up until he's aligned with the other man completely, their feet lightly entangled by the ankles and Elio inches in against Lucifer until his head can come to a rest against his now very sticky chest. He smells sweet, almost sickeningly so. Likewise, Elio's tongue is still sticky with cum, salty and dark.
Kissing Lucifer's jawline, feeling his stubble against his swollen lips, Elio thinks he's never been closer to Heaven than this. Of course he doesn't say that out loud. ]
For as long as you like.
[ He mirrors Lucifer's words back at him, the ones he'd said the night before and was that really only last night? What he means is, you can stay here.
With him, with Elio. You're welcome. ]