[ 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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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. ]