What does he want? Oh, he wants the world. But knowing its on the horizon he can draw out his own anticipation, his own desire at wit's end. He's so accustomed to not getting what he wants that with Opportunity spelled out for him he can be that dangerous gremlin Istredd both knows to expect and yearns for.
Right? he jests, I'm so charitable.
"Fiddlin' is about fast fingers," he explains, amusement so incandescent between them that it's a beacon on a ship at night in its own right. His laughter hasn't really faded away. It comes and goes, oscillates. Istredd may be the best between the sheets but Lucifer has tricks. Ones that Istredd is still learning. Ones that Lucifer is still discovering, building on what he absorbs.
Lucifer should have to switch songs but that bubbling feel across the bond is going stronger than ever.
"The devil opened up his case and he said, 'I'll start this show'," he arches into Istredd, echoing that forceful energy previously of Istredd's and immediately loses his complete no-touching game, his fingertips uncharacteristically hot, "and fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow," as they catch somewhere to Istredd's hip and push down low beneath clothing, searching, caressing. Lucifer licks his lips. The laughter mentally upticks. And he pulled the bow across the strings. And ah, there's where his hand wants to settle. "And it made an evil hiss." He nips at Istredd but only to click teeth, not making contact as much as Lucifer really does enjoy a flowing of blood. "Then a band of demons joined in," and it sounded something like this.
He kisses Istredd in the same moment his thoughts sing and he wraps his hand around him.
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Date: 2023-09-21 03:56 am (UTC)Right? he jests, I'm so charitable.
"Fiddlin' is about fast fingers," he explains, amusement so incandescent between them that it's a beacon on a ship at night in its own right. His laughter hasn't really faded away. It comes and goes, oscillates. Istredd may be the best between the sheets but Lucifer has tricks. Ones that Istredd is still learning. Ones that Lucifer is still discovering, building on what he absorbs.
Lucifer should have to switch songs but that bubbling feel across the bond is going stronger than ever.
"The devil opened up his case and he said, 'I'll start this show'," he arches into Istredd, echoing that forceful energy previously of Istredd's and immediately loses his complete no-touching game, his fingertips uncharacteristically hot, "and fire flew from his fingertips as he rosined up his bow," as they catch somewhere to Istredd's hip and push down low beneath clothing, searching, caressing. Lucifer licks his lips. The laughter mentally upticks. And he pulled the bow across the strings. And ah, there's where his hand wants to settle. "And it made an evil hiss." He nips at Istredd but only to click teeth, not making contact as much as Lucifer really does enjoy a flowing of blood. "Then a band of demons joined in," and it sounded something like this.
He kisses Istredd in the same moment his thoughts sing and he wraps his hand around him.