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tiberiusmadhouse · 5 years ago

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@biigbcss said:“Come for me, darling.” @ Lucifer mainverse

Fingers gently skimmed his skin, between his shoulder blades, and Lucifer looked over his shoulder. There was no one there, and for a moment he entertained the idea that he’d simply imagined it. But in the wake of the touch was heat, seeping into the muscle, causing them to twitch as his wings attempted to materialize. Gritting his teeth, he focused on the music, the notes harder, the pitch deeper, and managed to suppress the memory.

He was eyeing someone in the VIP section, the woman’s arms resting on the railing as she smiled down from the balcony. A feather-light touch skimmed up the line of his throat, the liquor in his mouth almost inhaled, his hand lifting to swipe at his skin. Jaw warming, he slowly lowered his head and began walking, moving away from other people as he ground his teeth. He was in no mood for games, and hadn’t been three days ago when he’d been trying to enjoy playing his piano.

There was a distributor that was trying to negotiate placing his whiskey on Lucifer’s shelves, and didn’t seem to mind the idea of making a deal with the devil for the cash it would bring him. Listening intently as the man sold himself, and his booze, Lucifer felt a kiss on the back of his neck. Felt teeth scrape across the skin, his fingers tightening where his chin rested on the heel of his hand. Another kiss, at the base of his neck, hot, insistent, Lucifer’s gritting his teeth as he kept his expression blank.

Unlike the two previous times, the heat didn’t go away, dragging down between his shoulder blades, and he tensed swallowing back the noise that threatened to escape him. Warmth slowly traveled up his side, cutting across to skim up his sternum and wrap around his throat, just the barest hint of pressure, and he couldn’t stop his chin from lifting slightly. Lucifer acted as if he’d been looking towards the elevator, completing the movement as smoothly as possible as the sensations faded.

“Well, it does seem like you’ve got a product that might be worth tacking my name onto.’ Lucifer said slowly, entire body on high alert. “But I do think you’re attempting to fleece me with the price you’re asking for wholesale.’

Light banter back and forth as the two haggled until Lucifer was happy. It wasn’t a question of money, it was the principle of the thing. A warm breeze brushed his ear, and the jaw that had only just relaxed grew taut again, lifting his hand to tug at his ear as he teased the man about talking a bit too much. His eyelids fluttered feeling the heat low on his belly and moving lower, refilling the glasses between them, his hand only slightly unsteady feeling a light grip cup him, and the squeeze.

A delicate pressure ran along the underside of his cock, the hand that had been lifting to take a drink pausing, stilling midway to his mouth as his breath caught. Hiding that with a cheeky half salute with his glass, he placed the glass against his lower lip and tossed his head back to finish the lot. It was getting harder to focus, the warmth seemed to be moving everywhere, along the side of his neck, the tender line of skin and muscle between his shoulder blades, along his inner thighs, up his ribs before becoming scalding hot when it reached his nipple.

“When do you think you can make the first delivery.’

He was very proud that his voice wasn’t shaky, but it had taken a supreme amount of effort, looking down at his hand to hide his eyes as he focused on keeping his breathing steady. Reaching out for the contract, he almost crumpled the paper, leaning forward slightly as the heat traveled down his spine to his hips. Offering the man a smile, Lucifer grinned and reached for his cigarettes with a half apology about having run out of his own. Which was true, he’d been becoming more and more stressed anticipating another assault, he’d smoked four packs, each cigarette in succession.

Cock aching, he tried not to think of the way the heat circled it, or the pressure that ran from base to tip, then back down squeezing just a little tighter. He was going to scream, soon, he could feel it building in his chest, the scalding heat coming and going in random places. Thankfully the man was eager to leave, no doubt to brag to his partner about the new sale. Which was fine with Lucifer, it was getting harder not to squirm, not to run his hands over those places as if he could shoo the heat away.

And if he squeezed the man’s hand a little too hard in the handshake to end their meeting, Lucifer couldn’t be arsed. Or if the man was a little offended that he hadn’t stood to see him out, which did rankle him slightly. He was almost unfailingly polite with business associates. The moment the elevator doors closed, he gasped, fingers moving to his belt to yank it undone before shrugging out of the suit jacket to leave it bunched behind him. If only to himself, he had to admit that it was easier this way, without having to see His eyes watching him, a low moan escaping him as his spine bowed. The Divinity that he’d been trying so fruitlessly to ignore was thick in the air now, heat brushing across his lower lip and he unconsciously opened his mouth feeling it caress his tongue. Fuck

The soles of his shoes rasped against the floor as his feet slid, trying to find some purchase as the pleasure built, a sharp ache blossoming on his left pectoral, heat like a freshly forged iron collar wrapping its way around his throat. Head falling back on the chair, his spine bowed as that same heat scalded him, from sternum to cock before tightly winding around it and squeezing. If he had to explain it, and thankfully he never would, he’d have to compare it to slowly being cast in gold still white hot from the fire. The way it trickled along his skin, seeped into the muscle. It was having too many hands on him, holding him, brushing along his skin, pinching it, soothing it.

It was too much, and not enough, Lucifer panting as he writhed on the leather chair, with nowhere to place his hands, nothing to hold onto as a sharp twist of his nipple drew a cry from his throat. Clawing at the fastening of his slacks, Lucifer’s eyes fell shut feeling the fire around his throat press, constrict, his breathing shallowing and coming faster as he finally managed to get the hook undone, and the zipper down. Not that it offered any relief, a soft sound that was too close to a sob escaping as the pressure rolled up and down his length, his entire body feeling like it was filled with light.

He just had to ride it out, it would be over soon, even as a small, greedy voice in the back of his mind didn’t want it to, fingers curving into claws that couldn’t find purchase. There was a soft huff of warm air past his ear again, and instinctively his face turned towards it, eyes almost closed leaving only a glimmer of golden sunlight breaking through his lashes. But there was no one, nothing, there, his entire body tensing feeling a pinprick of heat trailing along the exposed side of his neck like a laser. Pressure on his tongue made him close his mouth, a frustrated noise escaping him when he remembered that it was empty, teeth grinding as the stroking sensation along the length of his cock slowly increased its pace.

“Remember, Lord God on High, your gentle compassion.’ Lucifer murmured softly in Enochian, letting out a sigh as the intensity eased for a moment, the collar of heat around his throat easing. “And tender mercy...’

For a brief moment, he could breathe again, a sensation akin to a calm before the storm, or more accurately managing to make your way into the eye of a hurricane. Slowly turning his head, so the back of it rested against the chair, Lucifer lifted a hand that was trembling to rest low on his belly and work it upwards. The other moved to cradle his head as he took the opportunity to breathe. The fabric rasped across his skin, his hands splayed as it dragged slowly over his slick skin to rest over where his heart was pounding frantically, leaving his stomach framed by black leather, and night sky blue satin.

“Which you once showed to me in days of old.’ Catching the hem of his slacks under the heels of his shoes, Lucifer arched his body and they slowly revealed his hips, and lower.

“Do not recall, with ire, the sins of my youth.’ He gasped the words, spine curving in perfect arc to drag his nails down his body, leaving crimson lines behind that seeped blood from the body of the rib cage to his belly button. “And my rebellious ways that caused you such heartache.’

“According to your love, remember me, for you, beloved Elohim, are good….’ Running the tip of his finger laterally across, he used the blood to paint the symbol of Yahweh low on his hip. “Good and upright… is the Lord God, therefore He instructs lost sinners in His ways…’

The pleasure which had been a low hummed threat in the room, the build up before a lightning strike, did just that. It tore through Lucifer’s body, his eyes opening wide, the irises a bright white gold as he stared sightlessly up at the ceiling, unable to breathe around it. He knew that was going to be what got him, unable to fully appreciate winning when his entire body felt as if it were being stroked all the way to his core.

Writhing when it became too much, his nails dug furrows in his skin, Divinity filled veins glowing under his skin. He may hate Adonai, but the rush was almost worth the pain that came along with it, the ache to taste it again, the fear that he wouldn’t. Fingers skimmed along the underside of his jaw, Lucifer forcing his vision to focus enough to see the familiar face that his father chose when attempting to seem less dangerous. Almost human. There was a hunger to his expression, Lucifer licking his lower lip as he stared up at Him.

“For the sake of Your name, Adonai’ He whispered, feeling the tension in the fingers that were trying so hard to gently hold his jaw. “Forgive me my iniquity, the shame of it is greater than I can bear.’

The form shivered, as if unable to contain the pulse of power that ran through Him as Lucifer finished the prayer, the hand cupping the underside of his jaw shifting, fingers skimming down his torso as He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Lucifer’s forehead. It meant nothing really, Lucifer would not be going back to the Silver City, and once Adonai left he’d be left reeling beneath the heavy weight of so much Divinity pounding through his body like a stampede of wild mustangs.

“Come for me, darling.’

And Lucifer felt the command resonate through him, eyes staring up at Adonai sent another pulse of Divinity through him that made his heart stop for a moment as his body reacted. It was so intense that it hurt, the sound caught in his throat as the pleasure roared through him like an ocean wave and then left him limp in the chair, shivering in the aftermath. Every inch of him was raw, his skin didn’t want to be touched, even by itself, but his head still followed the touch of His hand as His fingers traced the side of his face, stroking over his hair.

“My Morningstar, how you shine for me.’

“Always.’ Lucifer hummed, feeling the light pulsing softly through every pore, before the sharp bite of reality reminded him where he was, and why. “And one day I hope it blinds you.’

#nowyouowemeafavor #lucifer morningstar (ha) better to tell your secrets to the devil you know than the devil you don’t #biigbcss #blasphemy cw #aka prayer used more or less as dirty talk #listen...

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