Lucifer feeds him validation night and day, hourly, by the minute, and he's greedy so doesn't stop eating it up. His self-esteem has never been higher than being the man who made an archangel fall for him. The most arrogant he can be is here in this bed with Lucifer breathless underneath him. He can feel all of it, yes, but he demands the words because they're a very nice companion to powerful need growing between them.
So lazy, he teases, with Lucifer sprawling like a content spoiled cat, letting himself be loved and worshipped. Istredd pulls his hand away from Lucifer because they're not naked and he has to make that happen. He slides down the bed, away from the rest of Lucifer which is always a shame, but he makes very short work of Lucifer's pants. He makes certain to undo them before any ripping happens, so as not to tug anything in the wrong way.
He takes the time to strip off Lucifer's shoes, playful as he kisses the sole of his foot while doing so, almost happy to slow down now that he has the man bare in front of him. Istredd keeps the rest of his own clothes on for now. Istredd presses a kiss to his clavicle, down his chest, to his stomach, his mouth making a very clear pathway, but just as before, when it seems like he's going to give Lucifer what he wants, he stops.
His warm breath gives him some anticipation of a touch that isn't coming unless Lucifer gives in and reaches for it, and he glances up at Lucifer from where he is. I wonder. Istredd trails a single finger over him, tracing the hard flesh with a tease. If I told you to fuck me, would you lie there and let me do all the work?
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Date: 2023-09-21 02:01 am (UTC)So lazy, he teases, with Lucifer sprawling like a content spoiled cat, letting himself be loved and worshipped. Istredd pulls his hand away from Lucifer because they're not naked and he has to make that happen. He slides down the bed, away from the rest of Lucifer which is always a shame, but he makes very short work of Lucifer's pants. He makes certain to undo them before any ripping happens, so as not to tug anything in the wrong way.
He takes the time to strip off Lucifer's shoes, playful as he kisses the sole of his foot while doing so, almost happy to slow down now that he has the man bare in front of him. Istredd keeps the rest of his own clothes on for now. Istredd presses a kiss to his clavicle, down his chest, to his stomach, his mouth making a very clear pathway, but just as before, when it seems like he's going to give Lucifer what he wants, he stops.
His warm breath gives him some anticipation of a touch that isn't coming unless Lucifer gives in and reaches for it, and he glances up at Lucifer from where he is. I wonder. Istredd trails a single finger over him, tracing the hard flesh with a tease. If I told you to fuck me, would you lie there and let me do all the work?