One of Istredd's ongoing favorite things about their relationship is how much they laugh. It is something that has been missing in every relationship for him, romantic or platonic. It's rare to see Istredd laugh with their other friends. Not impossible, he does sometimes, and he smiles ten times more now than he used to. Lucifer is the only person who really gets him this amused and light at heart. There is this warm playfulness between them that is only possible when the foundation is like before love.
The best part about being Lucifer's first, outside of how intensely smug it makes him, is he gets to watch him learn about himself in real time. And despite having been sexually active for over sixty years, Istredd's still learning about his tastes.
Istredd doesn't know the song but he can tell a half-second before Lucifer arches into him that he is about to get some karma back. The lack of touch until now works well at making it special when he does finally run his surprisingly warm fingers onto him. Istredd shivers and licks Lucifer's lips for him since they're close. There are goosebumps across his skin everywhere that Lucifer caresses.
He doesn't know for a moment if Lucifer is going to do what he did and taunt so he groans in both relief and pleasure into Lucifer's mouth when his hand moves exactly where he wants it to be. Istredd reaches out with his hand, not having to look as he opens a drawer and telekinetically snapping to him a bottle of oil he got intentionally. They're two men who have to be smart. He sets it down.
He gets a deep taste of Lucifer by exploring his mouth and rocks his hips hopefully into his grasp, never passive. Please keep touching me. No shame. Please please please.
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Date: 2023-09-21 04:23 am (UTC)The best part about being Lucifer's first, outside of how intensely smug it makes him, is he gets to watch him learn about himself in real time. And despite having been sexually active for over sixty years, Istredd's still learning about his tastes.
Istredd doesn't know the song but he can tell a half-second before Lucifer arches into him that he is about to get some karma back. The lack of touch until now works well at making it special when he does finally run his surprisingly warm fingers onto him. Istredd shivers and licks Lucifer's lips for him since they're close. There are goosebumps across his skin everywhere that Lucifer caresses.
He doesn't know for a moment if Lucifer is going to do what he did and taunt so he groans in both relief and pleasure into Lucifer's mouth when his hand moves exactly where he wants it to be. Istredd reaches out with his hand, not having to look as he opens a drawer and telekinetically snapping to him a bottle of oil he got intentionally. They're two men who have to be smart. He sets it down.
He gets a deep taste of Lucifer by exploring his mouth and rocks his hips hopefully into his grasp, never passive. Please keep touching me. No shame. Please please please.