[ 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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
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. ]