[ Because Lucifer is kind and caring and amazing and wonderful, all at once, and why does no one give the Devil credit where credit is due, he starts fucking Elio with the buttplug first, widening his rim more and opening him up to a point where it has to be possible, surely. Lucifer probably thinks so, too, because another couple of shallow thrusts of the plug and he pulls it out (carefully), discarding it on the edge of the pool. Elio shifts his weight from one knee on the bench to the other, gasping low in his throat at the feeling of being wide open like this, trying to calm his breathing while the Devil all but slices open the lube to slick himself up. Elio watches, the uneven skin structure, the enormous girth, the head that looks the size of a small size melon, big size cock, yes. The beautiful color of him, darker now, almost burgundy, well-rested wine. Finally, Elio just leans in on his elbows on the edge, folding his arms again in front of himself, forcing himself to relax.
It’s just Lucifer. Beautiful Lucifer. Bigger than life Lucifer.
Lucifer who steps up behind him, letting him know to tell him if it’s too much, because he’s so incredibly good, pushing the massive head of his cock in between his buttocks, letting him feel the volume of it, the pressure, the structure, uneven, thicker skin that rubs at him in a way he can’t even describe properly, like feeling every little nerve ending at once, before finally beginning to push inwards.
Elio’s eyes actually roll up into his head, it’s that big. Oh. Fuck. Yes. The way it rubs over his rim, seats itself inside him, the head blowing him open beyond everything and it’s fortunate that Elio was never averse to openness, that he opens himself gladly, gives gladly. Yes. But he can’t say anything, fingers just tightening around his own forearms until he’s leaving marks, his breathing stuttering out of him, one, two, you have to control it, you have to... Oh.
He groans. It’s in a deeper voice than his normal register, like all sound in him is getting squashed into vibrations and nothing more. Out the corner of his eye, he sees Lucifer’s huge bat wings fold around him and he slowly, properly panting, turns his head to look, to see them rise around him like walls of a fortress and it makes him feel like a princess, walled up with a dragon, pretty much. It’s the most curious, wondrous thing. Wondrous, and dripping soapy water into his hair.
To help Lucifer along, he relaxes as he best can, blinking once, twice, exhaling long and forcibly to open himself up. Like a gift.
[ He sinks in inch by inch and Elio's body gives around him, gives and gives and gives until he can't actually believe that it doesn't come to a grinding, screeching halt, that the other man doesn't tell him enough, make it stop. In general he's always been too much to handle, Lucifer, even the big guy in the sky thought as much and yet, here's Elio, taking him in, settling in Hell so they can be together, following the calls from souls, stuck in their own, boring despair and doing so with a smile on his face. Imagine that such a person can exist.
Imagine.
Elio's pushing back against him, gasping and groaning and clearly taking a cock the size of a small baseball bat up his arse but oh, he's handling it isn't he, he's doing it. Lucifer, meanwhile, is chewing on his own bottom lip something fierce, forcing himself to hold back, to take it slow. Inch by inch. Oh. Oh, it's good, it's - ]
That's because -- [ He groans. The head of his cock pops inside and Elio's so warm, so tight and soft around him. It's pure insanity. ] -- oh - that's because you're you. You're so utterly you.
[ With a long, outdrawn slide, he buries himself to the base in Elio's arse, his cock stretching him open, going no deeper than usual but taking up a lot more space, definitely, by virtue of being wide as, well, Hell. Sorry. He's breathing hard now, panting, his muscles trembling from holding back, but he stays still, letting Elio get used to the sensation of it. He's gripping his own forearms hard enough to bruise and Lucifer leans in over him, then, folding one, clawed hand over Elio's forearms, both of them at once, along with his fingers. He holds him there gently, breathing into his hair, his scarred chest pressing in against his back.
Like that, he stays still, just breathing, feeling the other man breathing in turn, his body warm and tight around him. It's been so long. Oh, it's been nearly forever. ]
[ When the head pops inside, Elio is momentarily distracted from the burn of pain because Lucifer tells him you’re so utterly you and it makes his chest burn just as hard as his ass does, his breathing uneven and shallow as he settles with the harsh sting. Once the other man starts moving again, pushing all the way inside of him, feeling strange and familiar at the same time, he gets more caught up in the sensation of his cock, feeling ribbed and curious and amazing. He’s rubbing over the inside of him, dragging over his rim (oh) and brushing past his prostate, pushing against it by virtue of being wide as a bat (ooooh) and Elio can’t shake it, the deep undercurrent of pleasure/pain that makes his balls draw up and once Lucifer starts to move, once he starts just skirting his prostate, he’s going to come, he can tell. Elio whimpers, tries not to move around too much until Lucifer’s all the way in, then he flexes his fingers. Just to do something. The other man isn’t moving, just stays where he is, so close, heat radiating off of him as he leans in, folding one hand, huge, red, over Elio’s forearm, his hand, claws like bars and wings like a tent. He’s protected here. Elio’s safe.
Since Oliver, he’s never been safe anywhere. Not even with himself. Least of all there.
His eyes well up, so he closes them. Talks to the darkness, Hell’s like that, it’s all of Lucifer’s depths. ]
You feel amazing. So full.
[ A little shaky. A little wet. He turns his head enough to sense Lucifer’s red silhouette out the corner of his eye. They’re so close it would be intolerable, if being less close than this wouldn’t be even more intolerable. Elio would tighten his rim around him, if he could, but he’s blocked so wide, he can’t even control his own muscles, they just feel strung beyond themselves. ]
Will you take me now?
[ What Elio wants to say as he turns his hand over, interlacing his fingers with Lucifer’s long, red ones is this: I want to come with you and I’m so close already, get us there, but it’s too many words and his voice is small, thin, airy. His ass is full and blocked and he hurts, but in the most beautiful way and he wants to hurt more, more beautiful, more amazing.
[ Elio sounds like his voice might break, telling him that he feels amazing, meaning those are complicated tears, hiding in his throat. It's not just Lucifer, the pain echoing beneath the words. It's all the rest, the fall, because Elio's fallen hard in his life. The peach garden behind his parents' house had been beautiful, yes, but overwhelming in its simplicity. With a messy life full of messy relations and feelings, how are you ever going to live up to the notion of Eden? You can't. You can't.
Lucifer knows.
So he tightens his hand around Elio's arms and pulls out slowly, his cock dragging along Elio's inner walls and keeping him wide open around its girth. He pulls out about halfway, then pushes back in, keeping the pace slow still, trying - hoping - not to hurt him. He probably is, though, regardless. Sometimes, hurt can't be avoided but Elio would know better than most. ]
Oh. Oh, this is - you're magnificent --
[ He pulls back out, thrusts in. The pleasure around his cock feels electric, sparks shooting into his groin at the friction. He definitely isn't going to last as long as usual which is yet another novelty. Groaning loudly, his voice guttural and loud enough to make the walls tremble around them, Lucifer starts thrusting more evenly, closer to a pace, his lower body screaming at him to move faster, to go deeper but he takes care of Elio, he takes care and he doesn't rush.
His wings have sort of cocooned around them at this point, one of the spikes getting itself entangled in Elio's curls. Holding on, he thinks, absurdly, but then again, a wing is a bit like a hand, isn't it? His Devil wings more so than the feathered alternatives. Snapping his hips forward, he buries himself to the hilt with just a hint of forcefulness and there, oh, pleasure shooting down his shaft and into his balls, fast and hot. He moans and repeats the motion, feeling Elio's small body shake beneath him.
Reaching into the water carefully, he folds his free hand around the other man's hard cock, letting it slide forwards between his fingers at his next thrust. He can feel his claws scraping against Elio's abdomen and curves them slightly, adjusting. He's starting to learn how to be aware in this form and the thought feels equal parts scary and exhilarating. ]
[ Then comes the pulling out, pushing in, slowly building up. Elio can feel that Lucifer's careful, doesn't rush, though he's probably dying to, he needs it rougher, right? Elio lets himself feel it, how someone's taking care with him, something that has happened so rarely in his life, Oliver, his parents, no one's ever really wanted him to hurt as little as possible. Feel the pain, his father had said, back then, so Elio does, now, lets himself linger in the sharp, hard stretch of Lucifer's cock inside, along with the softer, intense feeling of friction and ribbed skin rubbing against him in all the perfect places. Oh. Oh, that's so nice.
You're magnificent, Lucifer tells him and Elio thinks, he feels magnificent like this, just like this. He feels empowered and protected at the same time, like he could definitely protect himself, but Lucifer is making sure that he doesn't have to. Never again. It's probably Elio's favorite feeling in the whole world, being small, but being in control regardless. It's the way Lucifer takes his time, although they're both aching to go, letting Elio's body catch up. It's the way his wings cocoon around him, closing him off from the world and ready to take the impact, should anything happen and things will always happen.
Like Lucifer will always be there. The first lover Elio's had who won't leave him in any unnatural fashion. Immortal beings, that's the deal. Even if Elio's immortal, too, now, Lucifer has been here for longer than he's even existed and he'll no doubt outlive him on the other side. God's favorite. Elio feels blessed, but of course - so he is.
Then comes the snapping of hips, things speeding up exponentially, Lucifer's hips working against him, slapping against his buttocks and he's massive and hard and amazing inside him and Elio whimpers, feeling his cock jump against his abdomen, his entire body shaking beneath each movement, his torso sliding over the edge of the pool as he's repeatedly pushed forward over his arms. His prostate is taking the brunt of the thrusts now and he's feeling a bit hazy from it, a bit far from himself, yet squarely centered in his body and Elio cries out at a particular good angle, leaning his head down and burying his face at Lucifer's arm, the scent of him, every part of him, so strong.
Tears escape the corners of his eyes.
He can't even think to begin working his own cock, but fortunately, Lucifer's a very giving sort of lover, so he does it for him, with his free hand, clawed and huge, he encircles Elio's cock, letting each thrust push him forward into the loose circle of it and just that, just that extra friction makes Elio see stars and dark edges around his vision. He moans, thrusts forward, the motion pushing him back onto Lucifer's cock at the same time, spearing him, simultaneously and he can't... oh... he can't hold back anymore, he can't even attempt it. His ass clenches around the massive girth in him and he sobs harshly, prostate again, muttering Lucifer's name before he finally comes. Finally, finally, it's been such a long wait, so long.
Whining softly, almost with no air left, his hips snap forward too, and the forward/back motion is leaving him at once touched and fucked and taken and cared for and it all bleeds together, his whole body trembling violently as he spends himself between Lucifer's fingers, clawed, though he's arranged himself so they don't scrape over skin, he's wonderful, just wonderful... ]
I love you. [ It's a breathless whisper. ] Don't stop.
[ The different impressions start to blur together as he fucks Elio, burying himself as deeply as he can, pulling out only partially and going straight back inside. Elio's whimpering beneath him, crying out when he manages to hit something particularly nice and he's got him here, he's got Elio, protected and safe, even with Lucifer at his absolute worst, locked in this despicable form. The heat in his belly keeps building and building, his balls tightening up between his thighs and then, yes, Elio's climaxing around him, spending himself in the water and shaking like a leaf. He sounds breathless. He sounds like there's not enough air to keep him going.
Then he says -
And Lucifer comes. Hard, so hard that his vision goes black for a second, his hips freezing at the next forward-thrust. He's seated to the hilt in Elio's arse, his hand still clenched around the other man's forearms and his other holding his spent cock gently beneath the water. He can feel him everywhere, it seems, from the way he's clenched around his cock to the smell of his hair, of his body. He breathes in deep, letting his climax wash through him.
Then, pause.
I love you.
He thinks it, too, and he shapes the words with his lips against the back of Elio's head, soundless still, because he's afraid of what it might feel like to say it out loud. He doesn't. He can't. He can't break whatever this is, they're already in Hell, he's done enough surely, when it comes to these matters, there are no second chances. Lucifer folds his wings closer around the other man, his body heating up slowly, as if someone's turned on a switch somewhere and that's pretty curious, like, is that an orgasm-thing or a Devil thing or just flat-out ridiculous? Muscles rippling along his back, into his arms and wings, he folds both arms around Elio's front, one hand flat over his cock and crotch, the other over his heart. Then, smoothly, he takes them both out of the water, sliding sideways onto the floor next to the pool and folding his wings around the other man just to keep him exactly as close as possible, his cock still buried in him.
He nuzzles the back of his neck, breathing hot air onto his skin, his earlobe and into his hair.
Around them, his wings are no longer featherless. The feathers remain red and burned-looking, orange and gold, weirdly nice-looking considering the rest of the package but apparently, that's how it is now.
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It’s just Lucifer. Beautiful Lucifer. Bigger than life Lucifer.
Lucifer who steps up behind him, letting him know to tell him if it’s too much, because he’s so incredibly good, pushing the massive head of his cock in between his buttocks, letting him feel the volume of it, the pressure, the structure, uneven, thicker skin that rubs at him in a way he can’t even describe properly, like feeling every little nerve ending at once, before finally beginning to push inwards.
Elio’s eyes actually roll up into his head, it’s that big. Oh. Fuck. Yes. The way it rubs over his rim, seats itself inside him, the head blowing him open beyond everything and it’s fortunate that Elio was never averse to openness, that he opens himself gladly, gives gladly. Yes. But he can’t say anything, fingers just tightening around his own forearms until he’s leaving marks, his breathing stuttering out of him, one, two, you have to control it, you have to... Oh.
He groans. It’s in a deeper voice than his normal register, like all sound in him is getting squashed into vibrations and nothing more. Out the corner of his eye, he sees Lucifer’s huge bat wings fold around him and he slowly, properly panting, turns his head to look, to see them rise around him like walls of a fortress and it makes him feel like a princess, walled up with a dragon, pretty much. It’s the most curious, wondrous thing. Wondrous, and dripping soapy water into his hair.
To help Lucifer along, he relaxes as he best can, blinking once, twice, exhaling long and forcibly to open himself up. Like a gift.
This is the blessing. He starts pushing back. ]
You’re - [ Pant pant. ] - never too much.
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Imagine.
Elio's pushing back against him, gasping and groaning and clearly taking a cock the size of a small baseball bat up his arse but oh, he's handling it isn't he, he's doing it. Lucifer, meanwhile, is chewing on his own bottom lip something fierce, forcing himself to hold back, to take it slow. Inch by inch. Oh. Oh, it's good, it's - ]
That's because -- [ He groans. The head of his cock pops inside and Elio's so warm, so tight and soft around him. It's pure insanity. ] -- oh - that's because you're you. You're so utterly you.
[ With a long, outdrawn slide, he buries himself to the base in Elio's arse, his cock stretching him open, going no deeper than usual but taking up a lot more space, definitely, by virtue of being wide as, well, Hell. Sorry. He's breathing hard now, panting, his muscles trembling from holding back, but he stays still, letting Elio get used to the sensation of it. He's gripping his own forearms hard enough to bruise and Lucifer leans in over him, then, folding one, clawed hand over Elio's forearms, both of them at once, along with his fingers. He holds him there gently, breathing into his hair, his scarred chest pressing in against his back.
Like that, he stays still, just breathing, feeling the other man breathing in turn, his body warm and tight around him. It's been so long. Oh, it's been nearly forever. ]
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Since Oliver, he’s never been safe anywhere. Not even with himself. Least of all there.
His eyes well up, so he closes them. Talks to the darkness, Hell’s like that, it’s all of Lucifer’s depths. ]
You feel amazing. So full.
[ A little shaky. A little wet. He turns his head enough to sense Lucifer’s red silhouette out the corner of his eye. They’re so close it would be intolerable, if being less close than this wouldn’t be even more intolerable. Elio would tighten his rim around him, if he could, but he’s blocked so wide, he can’t even control his own muscles, they just feel strung beyond themselves. ]
Will you take me now?
[ What Elio wants to say as he turns his hand over, interlacing his fingers with Lucifer’s long, red ones is this: I want to come with you and I’m so close already, get us there, but it’s too many words and his voice is small, thin, airy. His ass is full and blocked and he hurts, but in the most beautiful way and he wants to hurt more, more beautiful, more amazing.
He wants. ]
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Lucifer knows.
So he tightens his hand around Elio's arms and pulls out slowly, his cock dragging along Elio's inner walls and keeping him wide open around its girth. He pulls out about halfway, then pushes back in, keeping the pace slow still, trying - hoping - not to hurt him. He probably is, though, regardless. Sometimes, hurt can't be avoided but Elio would know better than most. ]
Oh. Oh, this is - you're magnificent --
[ He pulls back out, thrusts in. The pleasure around his cock feels electric, sparks shooting into his groin at the friction. He definitely isn't going to last as long as usual which is yet another novelty. Groaning loudly, his voice guttural and loud enough to make the walls tremble around them, Lucifer starts thrusting more evenly, closer to a pace, his lower body screaming at him to move faster, to go deeper but he takes care of Elio, he takes care and he doesn't rush.
His wings have sort of cocooned around them at this point, one of the spikes getting itself entangled in Elio's curls. Holding on, he thinks, absurdly, but then again, a wing is a bit like a hand, isn't it? His Devil wings more so than the feathered alternatives. Snapping his hips forward, he buries himself to the hilt with just a hint of forcefulness and there, oh, pleasure shooting down his shaft and into his balls, fast and hot. He moans and repeats the motion, feeling Elio's small body shake beneath him.
Reaching into the water carefully, he folds his free hand around the other man's hard cock, letting it slide forwards between his fingers at his next thrust. He can feel his claws scraping against Elio's abdomen and curves them slightly, adjusting. He's starting to learn how to be aware in this form and the thought feels equal parts scary and exhilarating. ]
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You're magnificent, Lucifer tells him and Elio thinks, he feels magnificent like this, just like this. He feels empowered and protected at the same time, like he could definitely protect himself, but Lucifer is making sure that he doesn't have to. Never again. It's probably Elio's favorite feeling in the whole world, being small, but being in control regardless. It's the way Lucifer takes his time, although they're both aching to go, letting Elio's body catch up. It's the way his wings cocoon around him, closing him off from the world and ready to take the impact, should anything happen and things will always happen.
Like Lucifer will always be there. The first lover Elio's had who won't leave him in any unnatural fashion. Immortal beings, that's the deal. Even if Elio's immortal, too, now, Lucifer has been here for longer than he's even existed and he'll no doubt outlive him on the other side. God's favorite. Elio feels blessed, but of course - so he is.
Then comes the snapping of hips, things speeding up exponentially, Lucifer's hips working against him, slapping against his buttocks and he's massive and hard and amazing inside him and Elio whimpers, feeling his cock jump against his abdomen, his entire body shaking beneath each movement, his torso sliding over the edge of the pool as he's repeatedly pushed forward over his arms. His prostate is taking the brunt of the thrusts now and he's feeling a bit hazy from it, a bit far from himself, yet squarely centered in his body and Elio cries out at a particular good angle, leaning his head down and burying his face at Lucifer's arm, the scent of him, every part of him, so strong.
Tears escape the corners of his eyes.
He can't even think to begin working his own cock, but fortunately, Lucifer's a very giving sort of lover, so he does it for him, with his free hand, clawed and huge, he encircles Elio's cock, letting each thrust push him forward into the loose circle of it and just that, just that extra friction makes Elio see stars and dark edges around his vision. He moans, thrusts forward, the motion pushing him back onto Lucifer's cock at the same time, spearing him, simultaneously and he can't... oh... he can't hold back anymore, he can't even attempt it. His ass clenches around the massive girth in him and he sobs harshly, prostate again, muttering Lucifer's name before he finally comes. Finally, finally, it's been such a long wait, so long.
Whining softly, almost with no air left, his hips snap forward too, and the forward/back motion is leaving him at once touched and fucked and taken and cared for and it all bleeds together, his whole body trembling violently as he spends himself between Lucifer's fingers, clawed, though he's arranged himself so they don't scrape over skin, he's wonderful, just wonderful... ]
I love you. [ It's a breathless whisper. ] Don't stop.
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Then he says -
And Lucifer comes. Hard, so hard that his vision goes black for a second, his hips freezing at the next forward-thrust. He's seated to the hilt in Elio's arse, his hand still clenched around the other man's forearms and his other holding his spent cock gently beneath the water. He can feel him everywhere, it seems, from the way he's clenched around his cock to the smell of his hair, of his body. He breathes in deep, letting his climax wash through him.
Then, pause.
I love you.
He thinks it, too, and he shapes the words with his lips against the back of Elio's head, soundless still, because he's afraid of what it might feel like to say it out loud. He doesn't. He can't. He can't break whatever this is, they're already in Hell, he's done enough surely, when it comes to these matters, there are no second chances. Lucifer folds his wings closer around the other man, his body heating up slowly, as if someone's turned on a switch somewhere and that's pretty curious, like, is that an orgasm-thing or a Devil thing or just flat-out ridiculous? Muscles rippling along his back, into his arms and wings, he folds both arms around Elio's front, one hand flat over his cock and crotch, the other over his heart. Then, smoothly, he takes them both out of the water, sliding sideways onto the floor next to the pool and folding his wings around the other man just to keep him exactly as close as possible, his cock still buried in him.
He nuzzles the back of his neck, breathing hot air onto his skin, his earlobe and into his hair.
Around them, his wings are no longer featherless. The feathers remain red and burned-looking, orange and gold, weirdly nice-looking considering the rest of the package but apparently, that's how it is now.
Apparently, that's how he is. ]