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killing me softly (with his song): chapter 9

Pairing: DiaLuci

Words: 6031

Rating: E (obligatory porn chap)

Chapters: 9/9

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“Lucifer, a word with you after the meeting?“ Diavolo was standing in front of Lucifer’s desk, his arms crossed and eyes bright.

Lucifer looked up from his stack of papers. A week had passed since the celebration and it was his first day back at work. He was a workaholic at heart and sitting still for an entire week, prohibited from lifting so much as a single finger had filled him with nothing but immeasurable dread. Getting cleared by the royal physician had been a fight and a half.

He nodded courtly as he quickly shuffled through various documents. “Of course,” he replied. “We’re almost done anyway. It seems like my absence wasn't to the council's detriment.”

Barbatos watched them with a slight smile on his face. “The Young Master made sure to put in additional hours to ensure you wouldn't return to utter mayhem. I am relieved to hear that his efforts have paid off.”

Lucifer lifted his head. “You did?” he asked and Diavolo rubbed the back of his head in a sheepish manner.

“We can't have you overdo it the moment you return to office now, can we?”

“Oh.” Lucifer cleared his throat. “Thank you. The thought is much appreciated.”

“Of course. Anything for you.”

The corners of Lucifer's mouth pulled upwards. Diavolo watched him with an affectionate smile on his face. The hand he had placed on top of the table was suspiciously close to Lucifer’s. When his pinky came to touch the back of Lucifer's hand, Barbatos cleared his throat.

“I suppose my presence won't be needed anymore then?” he asked lightly. Lucifer quickly retracted his hand and returned to sorting his papers.

“We will be fine without you. Thank you Barbatos,“ Diavolo answered a tad bit too quickly and Lucifer cleared his throat, his eyes shifting to the side. “There are some private matters I would like to discuss with Lucifer.”

“Of course. I believe Luke and Simeon are already waiting for me in Purgatory Hall. I shan't make them wait much longer than necessary.”

“Another cooking lesson?” Lucifer asked quickly.

Barbatos nodded his head. “Simeon requested my assistance in handling certain ingredients after he was bitten one too many times.”

Lucifer scoffed. “That certainly sounds like him.”

“Indeed, it does. I am quite positive my assistance will prevent further incidents of a similar calibre. If nothing else requires my presence, I shall take my leave.” Diavolo shook his head no and waved him goodbye. Barbatos indicated a bow before leaving the room with swift steps.

Slowly, Lucifer put down his documents and stood up. “You wanted to speak with me?” he asked Diavolo.

The Demon Prince moved to his side, arms crossed behind his back. “If your schedule allows it?”

The past week, they hadn't gotten many chances to be alone. With Lucifer cooped up in the House of Lamentation and his brothers sticking to his side like glue, as if even a moment of solitude would put him back in danger’s gaping maw, privacy had been nothing but a mere suggestion. Considering the rollercoaster of emotions they’d all been through, their fussing was understandable. Still, at the end of the week, Lucifer practically had to curse his room shut to keep them away.

Without any hesitation, Diavolo put his hand on Lucifer, carefully smoothing over the folds of his waistcoat. Those thoughtless, firm touches had always driven Lucifer insane.

“I don't have anything planned for the evening.” Slowly, Lucifer let his fingers ghost over Diavolo's hands, exploring sharp knuckles and soft palms. “What did you have in mind?” he asked in a reserved tone.

Diavolo smiled softly as he took Lucifer's hands and led them to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on the right hand before treating the left in the same regard. “A nice evening together, just the two of us?”

Lucifer looked down at the crown of Diavolo’s lowered head. “The House of Lamentation is off limits then. My brothers certainly won't have the decency to leave us to our own devices.”

Diavolo laughed heartily. “I can imagine. My chambers then?“

Lucifer mustered Diavolo. “Your chambers? Aren't you bold.”

A quick blush spread across Diavolo's face. “I can assure you, my intentions are nothing but pure in spirit,” he insisted.

The short burst of panic on his face almost made Lucifer laugh. “I merely jest. Your plans sound more than agreeable.”

Diavolo smiled at him. “Beautiful! Shall we head off then?“

They made their way down RAD's hallway, chatting casually as they rounded corner after corner. The school had already emptied considerably as it was late, the evening sky peeking through the windows painted a forlorn shade of black.

They were walking side by side, their shoulders close enough to touch.

When they stepped outside RAD’s gates, the evening breeze a welcome companion, Lucifer took note of something peculiar. There was something that seemed to be brushing against his hand. When he looked down Diavolo was reaching for his hand, fingertips brushing over gloved palms. Surprised, Lucifer turned towards him.

“Is something the matter?” he asked.

“Nothing urgent. I am simply asking for your hand,” Diavolo replied smoothly. “Preferably in mine.”

Lucifer looked at Diavolo for a moment before the corner of his mouth curled up ever so slightly. “I see. That sounds feasible enough.” Diavolo carefully slid his fingers between Lucifer's. Although the sensation was a strange one, he allowed it. The warmth of Diavolo’s hand against his own was surprisingly reassuring.

Not once in his life had Lucifer ever considered himself a person who would be able to hold hands so thoughtlessly in public. He had always thought himself too stern and far too grown for an action this darling.

Despite his best efforts to keep him at an arm’s length, Diavolo had persisted. And now, the entire Devildom was aware of the truth behind their joined hands. After the show they had put on at the celebration, it would be impossible not to. Word spread fast and if there was one thing the Devildom’s denizens adored even more than chaos, then that would be gossip.

RAD’s gardens were especially beautiful this time of the year. Finally, Lucifer got around to enjoy them as well. They were strolling casually and enjoying the scenery. The air was crisp, softened by the intermingling scents of hell roses and demon bellflowers.

It didn’t take long until they arrived at the ornate doors leading to Diavolo's chambers. The demon prince quickly opened the door and they shuffled inside.

Slowly, they shrugged out of their coats. Lucifer collected Diavolo’s carmine one and hung it away with his own.

When he turned back around again, Diavolo’s hands were already on his shoulders. Lucifer smoothed over Diavolo's dress shirt, unsure of where to put his hands.

“Are you aware this is the first time we're truly to ourselves,“ Diavolo mumbled and his hand travelled upwards, caressing Lucifer's cheek lightly.

Lucifer closed his eyes and hummed in agreement. “That might be true.”

Diavolo’s touch was as foreign as it was familiar. He took a deep breath to shake off his reservations.

When he opened his eyes again, Diavolo was mustering him with a concerned gaze. “You are truly feeling better?” he asked. “Surely, you aren’t engaging in play-pretend to satisfy me and your family?”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “What use would there be? All my secrets have already been exposed to the entire realm, there would be no use clinging to them beyond their life expectancy. I feel much better already. Truly, the time off has been more than sufficient.”

Diavolo smiled when he saw his scorned expression. “Believe me when I say that my relief is immeasurable.” He was watching Lucifer with such a soft look on his face, it almost frightened him.

His heart was beating so terribly fast. Before fear had the chance to take over his senses, Diavolo took Lucifer’s hand and pressed it against his sturdy chest. “Can you feel how fast my heart beats just for you?” he asked quietly, nodding towards Lucifer. “If I may?”

Lucifer was unsure of Diavolo’s intentions, but agreed regardless. “Go ahead.”

Diavolo pressed his palm against the fabric of Lucifer’s dress shirt and smiled. “Yours is just the same,” he concluded.

Lucifer suppressed that initial feeling of shame that was quickly beginning to rise, hot like a fire biting its way from his shoulders down to the tight core of his back. He spoke to himself nicely, talked himself off the ledge like a child. He allowed himself to raise his hand and cup the back of Diavolo’s neck. “I presumed that should’ve been obvious by now,” he said boldly. “Is it going to be a problem?”

“A problem?I thought I had always been quite open about the affections I carry for you. I will say it as often as needed if that is what it takes for you to believe me.”

Lucifer flushed. “It's quite alright. There is no need to express it so excessively.”

Diavolo shook his head. “There may be no need, but I am done pretending that I do not admire you as deeply as I do.”

Diavolo cupped his cheek and stopped only mere inches away from Lucifer’s face. A short moment of silence passed. Lucifer looked him in the eyes, was so embarrassingly quick to find himself lost in their golden hue.

Then, warm lips pressed against his, ever so carefully. He angled his head and reciprocated. His hands found the edges of Diavolo’s collar and he pulled him in.

Diavolo's breath was warm against his lips as he pressed against him. His tongue swiped over Lucifer's bottom lip. Lucifer slipped his arm around Diavolo's back and pulled him even closer, relishing in the feeling of firm muscles under his hands. He deepened the kiss and allowed Diavolo to slip his tongue inside. The demon prince let out a sound, needy and private.

They pulled apart, out of breath. “Eager as always, I see,” he said, his voice husky.

Diavolo pressed his forehead against Lucifer's and smiled. “I cannot help it. I almost lost you, and then you were cooped up in the House of Lamentation for an entire week afterwards. We barely had the time to talk in private.” He tilted his head. “Words cannot express how much I missed you.” Carefully, he ran his hand through Lucifer's hair. “I fear I cannot keep my hands to myself.”

Diavolo pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Lucifer's mouth. He didn't stop there, covering Lucifer's face with kiss after kiss, moving from his lips to his cheeks, up to his temples and back to his lips.

Lucifer shuddered under the attention.

Slowly, Diavolo pulled back and framed Lucifer's face with both hands. There was a strange glint to his eyes as he gazed upon him, the dim light reflecting in his eyes. Lips softly ghosted over Lucifer's neck, who let out a shuddered breath, his heart beating in anticipation.

“With your permission, that is. Say the word and I will respect your choice.”

Tilting his neck to give Diavolo better access, Lucifer let out a low moan as he nibbled on a particular spot right beneath his ear. “I fear I have no objections,” he brought out, burying his hand in the back of Diavolo's hair. “Even my self restraint has its limits.”

Diavolo wrapped his arms around Lucifer's middle and laughed. “Well, I hope you won’t mind then.” It didn’t take much more than his own body weight to tip them over. They both fell back, cushioned by Diavolo’s silken sheets, the weight of his body reassuring enough to keep Lucifer from complaining about the sudden switch in position. ”You are quite heavy,” he breathed out. Diavolo rolled off him and wasted no time pulling him close again, the palm of his hand warm against Lucifer’s lower back.

“Better?” His smile was bright and Lucifer was close enough to see his dimples. How often had he found himself thinking of how strange and unbefitting Diavolo’s sunny disposition truly was. How often had he studied it regardless.

“What are we doing, tumbling into the sheets like teenagers,” he mused.

“But you do not dislike it.”

Caught, Lucifer turned his head to the side.

Diavolo was quick to straddle him. Lucifer watched him from below, one hand already on top of Diavolo’s thigh. “You can be a real nightmare sometimes,” he finally said, making Diavolo laugh boisterously. “But perhaps you are right. I do not dislike it.”

“You are endearingly stubborn.”

“And you talk so much, it surprises me that you haven't run out of words to flatter me with just yet.”

“Is that a challenge I hear?”

Lucifer reached up and shut Diavolo up with a kiss. He moved his lips against Diavolo’s quickly, desperate to get even closer than they already were. There was a hunger inside of him that had finally broken through the careful confines of his self control and was pulling down into his abdomen.

Lucifer found himself drunk on the feeling, equal parts desire and curse. Perhaps he could put down the shame that came with it and hand it over to Diavolo for safekeeping. He deepened the kiss, taking Diavolo's bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it with care. A growl left Diavolo's lips and with impatient fingers, he found the buttons of Lucifer’s waistcoat.

“Yes?” he asked, and there was a needy lilt to his voice. It was a sound so new, so private. And Lucifer was the one who had caused it.

Diavolo carelessly threw Lucifer’s waistcoat aside. His own shirt was quick to follow. Slowly, Lucifer dragged his eyes over Diavolo's body. He could feel his bulge through their clothes, hot against his own.

Lucifer leaned forward and placed a kiss against his collarbone while his hands were preoccupied discovering the mountains and valleys of Diavolo’s broad chest, exploring the way his skin felt under his fingertips.

Diavolo's breath hitched as Lucifer pressed a kiss below his collarbone, then carefully dragged the skin through his teeth.

With his hand buried in Lucifer's hair, Diavolo combed through the soft tresses, pulling lightly, carefully.

Lucifer worked his way downwards, towards Diavolo's nipples, taking one in his mouth and circling it with his tongue. Diavolo squirmed under the sensation and Lucifer lifted his eyes to gauge his reaction.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked.

Diavolo gently pulled on Lucifer's hair, nudging his head to the side so he could lean down and trail his lips from his collarbone up to that sensitive spot behind his ear. The breathy moan that left Lucifer's lips only seemed to encourage Diavolo, as he began to trail kisses down Lucifer’s neck with little regard to the traces they would inevitably leave.

Generally speaking, Lucifer disliked having his desire on display, such blaring signs of vulnerability nothing but a disaster waiting to happen. Yet Diavolo’s kisses were so very distracting, his heavy body a welcome weight against his own. Whatever weak spot Lucifer exposed, Diavolo was daring enough to do just the same.

“There is one more thing I need to know,” Diavolo whispered between kisses. “In that field of flowers, right before your brothers arrived. There was something you were going to tell me. What was it?”

Lucifer opened his eyes. “That… shouldn’t matter right now.”

Diavolo pressed a quick kiss against his jawline. “Any thought of yours is worth listening to. Speak your mind.”

Lucifer tilted his head further back while Diavolo pressed his lips against his Adam's apple and pressed another hickey into his skin. He shuddered. “I cannot think straight,” he admitted. “On that day, I wanted to tell you-”

“Please do not hold back. I am yours already. What else is there to be afraid of?”

Lucifer sighed deeply, the sound a perfect mixture of irritation and desire. “Is it truly necessary to say it now? Considering everything that has happened…”

Diavolo’s gaze was hot like embers upon his skin. When he didn’t receive an answer, he cupped his cheek but averted his gaze. “In spite of all difficulties, I seem to have… developed the most indecent feelings for you. Somehow, your silken words have managed to slip into my heart.”

For a moment, Diavolo stopped in his tracks. Then, a wide grin found its place on his lips, and he kissed him suddenly, passionately. “Finally,” he murmured against his lips. “Words will never suffice to express the longing I have harboured for you. The only thing of indecency is how immeasurable my desire for you truly is.”

Diavolo pulled closer, grinding his ass against Lucifer's bulge, earning him a low groan. “Just knowing that I am the one who caused you to feel like this fills me with such want,” he mumbled, his eyes lidded.

“If your words do not suffice, why not let your actions speak on their behalf?” Lucifer replied, his voice low. The words had slipped past his tongue before he even had the chance to think them through.

For a moment Diavolo halted as he gazed down at Lucifer, his lips parted.

“Is this what you want?” He moved his hips with intent and Lucifer held back a moan. “My body and soul?”

Lucifer's eyebrows pulled together and he opened his eyes. “Has my confession not been clear enough? Would I have accepted your hand in front of the entire Devildom if I hadn’t been willing?”

“A part of me feared you might have felt pressured to accept.”

Lucifer put his hand on the back of Diavolo’s neck, pulling him close enough for their breaths to intermingle. “When have I ever budged under pressure?” Before Diavolo could reply, he kissed him passionately. “This is what I want.”

Diavolo chased after his lips while Lucifer’s hand ventured further down, over tight muscles, down to the small of his back until it came to a halt on his ass.

“That is all I wanted to hear.” With a low moan, Diavolo pressed his nose into the crook of Lucifer's neck. “You are quite excited,” he said. “Will you allow me to do something about it?”

Lucifer ran his hand through the soft tresses of Diavolo's hair. “Show me what you can do,” he replied quickly, even when he was feeling considerably embarrassed about the attention he was receiving.

Diavolo scooted backwards and ran his hands over Lucifer’s hip bones before hooking his fingers in the loops of his belt. For a moment he stilled, relishing in the sight of Lucifer, uncharacteristically unravelled, underneath him. His hair was messed up, his body and face flushed. It was a terribly intoxicating sight.

With impatient fingers, he unzipped Lucifer’s pants. It didn’t take them long to free Lucifer of the confining fabric of his trousers. For a moment, Diavolo simply stared in awe while Lucifer unbuttoned his shirt. He tried to commit this moment to memory, to take note of every little scar he hadn’t had the pleasure to make acquaintance with just yet. He watched the way Lucifer’s elegant fingers skillfully broke the last buttons free.

As Lucifer stilled in his movements, one eyebrow raised in question, he reached out and put his hand on Lucifer’s hips, running them further up over his waist. His own erection was hot as it pressed against Lucifer’s.

Lucifer kissed him and he ran his hand over his bulge. For a moment he was content fondling Lucifer's cock through the thin fabric of his underwear, taking joy in the shaky sounds of Lucifer's breath. Lucifer's eyebrows pulled together in irritation.

“Get on with it,” he finally breathed out and Diavolo chuckled.

“Impatient now, are we?”

A blush dusted Lucifer's cheeks as his eyes shifted to the side. Diavolo's heart skipped a beat.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” Slowly, he hooked his fingers in the band of Lucifer's underwear, pulling it down swiftly, exposing Lucifer's hard dick to the fresh air.

Diavolo took the liberty of staring shamelessly. “Your beauty is truly boundless,” he hummed as nimble fingers ghosted over the shaft, giving it a few experimental pumps. “I should've known.”

“Your honeyed words mortify me,” he replied, pushing his hair back. “Don't you ever run out of words to lather me up with?”

“If it’s my silence you desire, then allow me to humour you,” Diavolo answered, but the mischievous glint to his eyes betrayed his words. His eyes did not stray as he dragged his tongue from the base up to the top, lapping at the head lazily before he opened his mouth and took him in.

“Diavolo-!”

Diavolo swivelled his tongue around the head, dipping into the slit, humming as he watched Lucifer’s reaction. His leg was trembling under the ferocity of Diavolo's technique and he ran his hand over his thigh sweetly. With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, Diavolo took it in deeper and deeper, swallowing it whole until he felt it against the back of his throat. He hummed in satisfaction as Lucifer let out a loud moan, his forearm dropping to his forehead as his other hand started to shakily card through Diavolo's hair.

He relaxed his jaw, allowing Lucifer’s warm dick to slide in as far as possible. Diavolo breathed through his nose and pulled out a bit just to sink back down again. He bopped his head in a steady rhythm, pumping the shaft at the same time, Lucifer’s precum salty on his lips.

“Good grief,” Lucifer groaned, out of breath. Diavolo's tongue swirled across the head of his dick, over the sides of his shaft when he pulled away. Lucifer could feel the heat pooling in his stomach and the back of his hand came to cover his mouth.

“I cannot-”

Diavolo took hold of Lucifer’s hand, entangling it with his own. He dragged his teeth over sensitive skin, ever so carefully, and sank down one last time. Lucifer's release was hot in his throat and he welcomed it eagerly. The sound of Diavolo pulling off again was a thing of absolute filth.

Lucifer's eyes were dark, and he quickly pushed his bangs out of his face, his chest rising with every hasty breath.

“You are unbelievable,” he finally breathed out and Diavolo laughed.

“I cannot tell if you are astonished or aggrieved.”

“Consider it a healthy mix of both.”

Diavolo kissed him gleefully and despite himself, Lucifer smiled against his lips, the salty taste of his release still on Diavolo's tongue.

“Now what will we do about this?” he asked, his hand tracing Diavolo’s bulge. Diavolo let out a shameless sound.

“Whatever pleases you. I have no preference when it comes to you.” His lips were quick to find Lucifer's neck again. “So, what is it you want?”

Lucifer's heart, traitorous as it was, ached softly at the offer. He wrapped his arms around Diavolo's shoulders. “For the time being, it would be satisfactory enough to have you in me,” he answered, his voice low.

Diavolo stilled for a moment, surprised by Lucifer's sudden brashness and this request he had never even dared to fantasise about.

“But first,” Lucifer put his hands on Diavolo's waist testingly, smoothing the pads of his thumbs over his hips. He was quick to hook his fingers in the waistband of his underwear, pulling it off.

Diavolo's dick was fully erect and Lucifer had to take a moment to compose himself. Admittedly, he hadn't shared the bed with enough demons to make a proper comparison. Still, the fact that even for a demon, Diavolo was of an impressively large build, should’ve been enough of a hint.

Slowly, Lucifer began to palm Diavolo's dick, careful at first, but quickly picking up pace. His eyes wandered upwards and met Diavolo's. Lucifer watched his every reaction as he kept on pumping, his other hand exploring Diavolo's chest, nails grazing over his nipples roughly.

Diavolo’s hand wandered to his bedside drawer, reaching blindly for a bottle of lube. He threw it onto the mattress and Lucifer let go of him to push him onto his back, straddling him instead. When he reached for the bottle, Diavolo quickly took it away from him.

“Let me do it.”

Lucifer's eyes widened in surprise. “I can handle it myself,” he began to argue, but Diavolo was quick to shake his head in disagreement.

“That, I don’t doubt. Please, allow me to do it in your stead.”

Lucifer considered it. “I suppose,” he ended up settling on.

Diavolo squeezed a good amount of lube into his hand, coating his fingers in it. He ran one hand down Lucifer's back, over his ass, reaching further down. Carefully, he circled Lucifer's entrance, feeling around the soft skin before he slowly pushed one finger in. Lucifer forced himself to relax, and he took the first finger with ease.

He could feel a second finger pushing through that stubborn ring of muscle, going deeper until it was fully situated, down to the knuckles. A sharp breath escaped his lips and Diavolo’s hand stilled almost immediately. “How are you faring? If it's too much we can surely-”

“I'm fine,” Lucifer replied, pushing his ass further down. Diavolo’s fingers grazed a particular spot inside of him when he curled them ever so slightly, and he suppressed a groan. He wrapped his arms around Diavolo’s shoulders.

“Splendid.” Diavolo planted several butterfly kisses onto Lucifer's neck as he started to move his fingers in a beckoning motion, paying attention to every single one of Lucifer's reactions.

Lucifer breathed out a quiet moan as Diavolo planted soft kiss after soft kiss against his skin, already feeling more relaxed. “Go on.”

With the utmost care, Diavolo added a third finger, ever so careful not to hurt Lucifer.

As soon as it was inside, he began to work him open, studying Lucifer's face. “Yes?” he asked.

“Yes. There is no need to prepare me this thoroughly, I am certain I can take-”

Diavolo curled his fingers inwards and Lucifer pressed his head against his shoulder, his breath hot against his skin before tilting his head forward, catching Diavolo's lips in a lazy kiss.

“Will you finally get on with it?” he breathed out, his arms wrapping around Diavolo’s broad form.

“You're doing so good,” Diavolo mumbled back. Lucifer tensed up for a second before relaxing even more. “I could continue just like this.”

“Hurry up,” Lucifer said impatiently, his face buried in the crook of Diavolo's neck, lips occasionally planting soft kisses against sensitive skin. “Don’t make me say it.”

“Make you say what?”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, but caved regardless. “Don’t tease me. I will not be able to keep it up if you keep going like this.”

For such a long time, Lucifer had choked out even the smallest flame of desire, had refused to entertain any and all excessive thoughts of Diavolo. Now, with the heavy weight of uncertainty lifted off his chest, he was feeling uncharacteristically impatient.

Diavolo pulled his fingers out and Lucifer readjusted his position to lead Diavolo's dick to his hole, pushing down. Slowly, he lowered himself onto it, taking in a short breath as he felt the way he was stretched with ease. He kept going until Diavolo's dick was halfway in, stalling as he tried to cope with this exquisite sort of fullness, this sweet stretch.

“Take your time,” Diavolo uttered, stroking Lucifer's muscular thighs.

It didn't take him long to get settled. Another deep breath later he pushed further down until Diavolo was fully inside. A shaky laugh escaped Lucifer's lips.

“Are you alright?”

Lucifer threw one arm around Diavolo's back and splayed the other onto his chest as he touched his forehead against Diavolo's, taking in a deep breath. “Give me a moment.”

“Of course.”

Lucifer watched him from beneath lidded eyes. Mostly, he was attempting to adjust to the onslaught of feelings that had unexpectedly crept up on him.

Being coupled with Diavolo made him feel strangely unravelled. They were so entangled with each other, unacceptable as it was, that there was no room left for any misunderstandings. Relief, sorrow and fondness, they were hot in his chest and even hotter in the corners of his eyes. Still, when he took another deep breath and expected to feel the familiar sting of thorns in his chest, his lungs felt awfully free.

Lucifer moved his head to the side, trying to piece together the fragments of his crumbling composure, but to his misfortune, all of Diavolo's attention was on him. The demon prince blinked up at him, his hand running over the small of his back in a terribly sweet motion, uncaring of the scars it undoubtedly passed.

“What's wrong?” he asked. “Do you need us to stop?”

He gently cupped Lucifer's face and turned it towards himself. Lucifer looked back at Diavolo, his eyes shamefully wet.

“No,” he mumbled, his jaw tight.

“There is no need to push yourself for me.”

“I am not pushing myself, I'm just-” Lucifer's voice sounded strange as he lifted his head again. When he tried to blink the tears away, one escaped and rolled down his cheek. He wiped at it scornfully. “Forget it.”

Diavolo ran his hand over Lucifer’s cheek, tracing the tear’s trajectory. “I won't be able to relax until you do.”

Lucifer leaned into the touch. “I am… content.” The words felt strangely foreign on his tongue. “It is putting me on edge. I don’t know what to do with myself.”

“Oh,” Diavolo simply said, astonished. He brushed Lucifer’s bangs out of his face. “Getting to share this closeness with you, it means the world to me. Allow yourself to fall and I will be there to catch you.”

Lucifer traced his jaw with careful fingers and kissed him sweetly, their lifts shifting in a soft give and take as he carefully lifted his hips only to drop them again. He breathed heavily against Diavolo's lips as he took in the feeling of Diavolo filling him up entirely.

Diavolo’s left hand slid down to Lucifer's hips, supporting him as he moved at his own pace, occasional grunts escaping his lips, fingernails digging into the flesh of Diavolo’s shoulders.

Diavolo couldn't keep his hands to himself, caressing Lucifer's skin as he met him halfway, thrusting where Lucifer couldn’t reach as he peppered soft kisses anywhere he could reach, each kiss an apology for all the time they’d wasted.

Lucifer started to go at a faster pace and Diavolo let his hands wander down to his ass, kneading the cheeks roughly, enjoying the feeling of firm skin beneath his hands and the tight feeling of his cock inside of Lucifer.

When Lucifer’s thighs began to quiver and he started to slow down, Diavolo picked up the pace instead. Lucifer’s breath was hot against his neck when he thrust deeply. Teeth scraped against his neck when he repeated the motion, desperate to please. Lucifer tensed up, his back arched and a low grunt escaped his lips when he ground his hips in response.

Without any warning, Diavolo flipped him over, switching positions. Lucifer was lying on his back, short breathed, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. Diavolo laughed upon seeing the unamused expression, before sliding his hands up Lucifer's thighs, feeling the way those tight muscles were shifting underneath his hands.

“Put them up here,” he said quickly.

“How flexible do you think I am?” Lucifer grumbled, but followed suit regardless.

As soon as Lucifer had his legs wrapped around Diavolo’s middle, he pressed back inside, his dick pushing past the rim with ease. He turned his head and started to press loose-lipped kisses against the inside of Lucifer’s thighs as he started to move again, his thrusts slow and precise.

“See, there is no need to sulk,” he mumbled as he kept on pounding, the sound of his hips meeting Lucifer’s ass echoing through the silence of the room.

“Say whatever you want.” Lucifer had his arms around Diavolo's neck, pulling himself as close as possible.

His fingernails were digging into Diavolo's upper back, leaving red marks behind. Judging by the sound Diavolo made, he did not dislike the action. Lucifer busied himself mouthing warm kisses against Diavolo's jawline.

From minute to minute, it became harder and harder to hide his desire. He tightened his hold on Diavolo and gasped. The sound Diavolo made in reply was entirely sinful. Soft grunts escaped Lucifer's lips as Diavolo pounded into him.

Then, Diavolo changed the angle he was going at and suddenly, all Lucifer could see was stars. His nails dug into Diavolo's back and he couldn't suppress a deep moan, his head tilting backwards as his back pressed harder into the mattress.

Sweat was rolling down his forehead, making his bangs stick to it like glue. When he opened his eyes to look at Diavolo, he realized he was looking just as unravelled.

Diavolo caught his eye and smiled before pulling back, far enough to slip out a little, to tease at the rim before pushing back in with even more fervour.

Diavolo hit that spot again, his movements starting to switch from an unforgiving pace to a much sweeter one. He brushed his nose against Lucifer's ear, mumbled sweet incomprehensibles against his skin. His hand travelled from Lucifer’s cheek, a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth in passing, down to Lucifer’s weeping erection, which twitched upon contact. He held onto Lucifer’s hips with both hands, pulling him as close as possible, his thumbs drawing teasing circles upon flushed skin. Lucifer put his hands on top of Diavolo’s, curled his fingers around the familiar skin.

“Do you enjoy this as much as I do?” Diavolo said, his voice rough and low.

Lucifer pulled his head up so he could kiss Diavolo deeply. “Do you even need to ask?,” he whispered against his lips.

A bead of sweat ran down Diavolo's temple as he reached for Lucifer’s cock, never stopping his incessant pounding as he ran his hand over his wet tip. It didn’t take much more than a few skillfully angled thrusts before Lucifer’s eyes squeezed shut, his spine going rigid for a moment before snapping like a cut string.

Diavolo felt his composure melt away as Lucifer fell apart in the sheets beneath him, tightening around his dick. With one last desperate breath, he pressed his nose into the crook of Lucifer’s neck as he reached his own climax; his arms the only thing keeping him from collapsing on top of Lucifer.

His name tasted so right on his lips, so he said it desperately when he pushed in even deeper than before and came with one last mighty pulse.

When Diavolo let himself fall against Lucifer, he could feel his soft dick between them, his own chest all sticky with Lucifer’s release.

“Lucifer…” he sighed. Quickly, he pulled his right-hand man in by the shoulders, almost as if he was afraid that once the moment had passed, Lucifer would attempt to run for the hills.

Lucifer slowly ran his fingers up and down Diavolo’s spine.

Diavolo still hadn’t let go of him, and when he attempted to slip out of Lucifer, his fingers slid further up to cradle his neck, too hasty for comfort. “Stay like this for a moment,” he said quietly, privately. “Please.” And who was Diavolo to deny him?

He slid his arms around Lucifer, lazily running them up and down his back to soothe. Lucifer allowed the affection, and that was enough for Diavolo.

Finally, he let his head sink into the crook of Diavolo's neck as he apprehensively slid his arms around him, pulling himself close against his chest and embracing him back.

He kissed Diavolo’s neck, sweetly, kindly, even when he knew how terribly swollen his lips must already look. Even when there was still a big part of him that told him to run.

Lucifer took Diavolo’s hand, brushed his ring finger over his lips in the softest of kisses. Diavolo squeezed his hand in return and laughed.

“Let’s go to sleep,” he said softly.

And Lucifer chose to stay.

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