Istredd wants Lucifer to feel safe being physical with him and while they've enjoyed plenty of passion with some care taken to not breaking him, he will never be fully satisfied until Lucifer's able to let go. He may never 100% be able to, considering his power, but physically at least he can push and push to his heart's content.
The night at Hayle when they were hurriedly getting out of their clothes, Istredd did consider ripping their clothes right off, but they decided to be careful considering Natasha picked out his clothes. They don't have to worry about that now. He knows that Lucifer has the pins underneath but that they are voice-commanded because they talk about magic.
Lucifer just has to do something extra sentimental by picking out Istredd's pin and kissing it, and Istredd is going to drown in desire. His lust is pouring through their connection and the spike in it felt. He is out of his mind with it. "I have never wanted anyone the way I want you." The way he wants to dig into his skin with his nails, his teeth, let Lucifer try to break him.
He doesn't need magic to rip the tunic right off Lucifer, he's plenty strong on his own, muscular these days thanks to Lucifer's own consistent training. He splits the first down the middle of his torso and tugs it off. Istredd considers being careful with the pins but that's not the point of this, if Lucifer wanted to do that, he would have taken them all off.
So he is very purposeful when he tears open that tunic because it is meant to send those pins flying off him, like buttons would if he was wearing that kind of shirt. They flip in different directions, most to the ground, and he grins, eyes so blue they may as well glow.
It is thrilling to get to his prize and his hands are hot as they run over Lucifer's chest, digging nails into his shoulders, and this time Lucifer can probably feel them even sharper than usual. Fortification spell means he's tougher and he may even be able to draw blood if given good reason.
"Tell me how much." Istredd runs his fingers through Lucifer's hair and jerks back his head again, this time doing what he wants and kissing his neck, nipping. "You want me."
Well that's a fun, unexpected treat that he didn't predict from Istredd's spell. Truly delightful, to the point that he doesn't have to be talked further into Istredd's continual need for validation.
He genuinely wants this man.
Istredd's only immediate response is the breathlessness from him, enjoying the roughness, the loud-and-clear tactile touches. I know you can feel it. Which isn't meant to sound the way it does, but what can you do. His thoughts are as lazily sprawled as the rest of him, vibrating chords in response to Istredd's actions like he's the first true musical instrument of the cosmos. Acquired desire from the depths of Hell is no joke. And it's rolling in easy waves towards Istredd. Unfiltered sin.
Outside of clapping to hold Istredd by the wrist he's gone back to not touching him, ever experimental in his own ways, intrigued at how far being pliant will get him, and he can get a lot of mileage without using his hands.
But then Istredd said he'd make it worth his while, didn't he? Although Lucifer has stopped singing, so he supposes that might need to be remedied.
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?
mildly important / I'm sorry world for what I keep doing to this CLASSIC song
'Let' you do all the work? He laughs smoothly. You'd be allowed to do all the work.
He needs the worship, basks in it like he's sunbathing. About the only way he might get it without being turned off by the usual fanaticism, always just off slightly to what Lucifer craves. To think he could've accidentally seduced someone and filled a fix for his needs.
(It wouldn't have worked, back home. It would always have that sour taste of him and what his name represented.)
There is a certain appeal to it, now that you mention it. To make Istredd have to take what he needed from Lucifer, to give Lucifer what they both wanted. It's so achingly strong and maybe some other time he'll want that.
But not this time.
He closes his eyes for a moment and just lounges in the warmth, letting the moments tick on like he won't reach out, but just before Istredd might consider making a different touch, a different word, Lucifer shifts strangely enough--those feline moves--so that he can get a hand up under his chin, that playful grin of his back, and his singing up til now has been purposefully wrong, but he puts real effort into it (Istredd doesn't have to know he's been skipping lyrics): "But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret, 'cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Because he keeps challenging Istredd and it hasn't failed him yet, mm?
Wow, lucky me, he laughs too. His breath felt in a little puff by Lucifer's skin, but Lucifer can feel that he's not being sarcastic. He can actually see the appeal. He is very good at getting what he wants with Lucifer, eventually. He's wormed his way into his life, into his heart, into his bed. He takes what he wants from him every day. Affection and friendship and Lucifer's own brand of adoration, different from his. Istredd takes and takes and never stops wanting it all.
Istredd pauses when Lucifer reaches down to touch his chin, his eyes locked on Lucifer's face, his grin. He's said before that it is the details that are Lucifer he's attracted to. The way he grins, croons, lies out like a cat demanding attention, it's all him. It's what makes this body appealing; Istredd is surrounded by attractive people all day every day. None of them do it for him. He has a very specific taste.
"The best there's ever been? At fiddling, maybe."
Istredd can be fast and graceful too sometimes, when he's in his element, and usually between these sheets, he is. He climbs back up Lucifer's body, more snakelike than feline in that movement, and nuzzles their noses together. His kiss then is gentle, chaste, a contrast to everything else they're doing.
"Why don't you sing me a verse about what you do want?"
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.
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.
He could make a feast out of Istredd's thoughts, Istredd's desires, Istredd's unrelenting begging.
It's the thrill backing it, that Lucifer has the ability to sate this unrelenting lust, that amps him up in a way that's another kind of torture but so very different. That Lucifer can give instead of take and still get the same amount of pooling warm heat and desire and results. He sucks on Istredd's bottom lip and pulls his desire into him, the benefit of their mental boundaries being currently strong. Themselves, loud and powerful and something other where they do meet with mental friction.
The experience alone Lucifer snacks on, takes bits into himself like a corvid stashing pieces away.
Desire is as alien to Lucifer as love but he's understanding it much, much faster.
He doesn't stop touching Istredd.
Doesn't stop giving into his wants because this Lucifer has control over, for the time being, and if he were to lose that control it only means good things, right? He wants to trust in Istredd's spell, the warding over the room. He's done with his singing though, Istredd would have to beg on a different level entirely for Lucifer to raise his chords. But he doubts he'll need to, free hand finding the oil and dexterously fumbling with it.
They've already discussed his limited knowledge but some things simply translate 1:1 that he understands the logistics and in spite of his Father does he want to fuck Istredd. Break the man down to fractions.
"I don't need a gift," he starts aloud, and finishes with vibrations echoed over their bond, if I can just unwrap you as he presses purposely now-cooled fingers into Istredd. His eyes never leave Istredd's face, soaking in the changes of expression, the slipped-escaped breaths.
Istredd knew Lucifer had this in him before it was confirmed, there is this passion inside of him that had to be leashed in Thorne, and he knows he hated it, feeling confined. He can't free either of them but they can find freedom in what they've built together. Every second of this is theirs, every kiss, every touch, it's what they've taken. Lucifer deserves this. Istredd wants him to soak in the adoration, know he's wanted and loved and special, like he's always wanted to be. He's been locked away from anything soft all that time. Istredd will be everything he never was allowed to ask for.
He has no qualms about begging, no hesitation about laying himself emotionally bare for someone he trusts. Istredd moans and for a moment he doesn't have the strength to stay upright, leaning down into him, helplessly pushing into Lucifer's grip, his touch. This isn't the best way but damned if he'll stop it. Not when Lucifer is trying and eager to give what they both need. And fuck, does he need this. Longed for it, dreamed of it.
Are you saying I'm your gift? he teases and then gasps, scrambling to put his hands on Lucifer's chest to keep himself balanced. His expression is one of pale pleasure, opening for him, wanting it. So eager. He is too busy sinking into the way it feels to try anything like pulling away, even to get rid of the pants that are going to get in the way of this.
Hell knowledge is already good enough apparently. Istredd likes a little sting, and with his body fortified as it is, he can take plenty of it.
"Unwrap me. Unravel me." Istredd meets his eyes, locks. "Fuck me until you're the only thing that exists."
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The night at Hayle when they were hurriedly getting out of their clothes, Istredd did consider ripping their clothes right off, but they decided to be careful considering Natasha picked out his clothes. They don't have to worry about that now. He knows that Lucifer has the pins underneath but that they are voice-commanded because they talk about magic.
Lucifer just has to do something extra sentimental by picking out Istredd's pin and kissing it, and Istredd is going to drown in desire. His lust is pouring through their connection and the spike in it felt. He is out of his mind with it. "I have never wanted anyone the way I want you." The way he wants to dig into his skin with his nails, his teeth, let Lucifer try to break him.
He doesn't need magic to rip the tunic right off Lucifer, he's plenty strong on his own, muscular these days thanks to Lucifer's own consistent training. He splits the first down the middle of his torso and tugs it off. Istredd considers being careful with the pins but that's not the point of this, if Lucifer wanted to do that, he would have taken them all off.
So he is very purposeful when he tears open that tunic because it is meant to send those pins flying off him, like buttons would if he was wearing that kind of shirt. They flip in different directions, most to the ground, and he grins, eyes so blue they may as well glow.
It is thrilling to get to his prize and his hands are hot as they run over Lucifer's chest, digging nails into his shoulders, and this time Lucifer can probably feel them even sharper than usual. Fortification spell means he's tougher and he may even be able to draw blood if given good reason.
"Tell me how much." Istredd runs his fingers through Lucifer's hair and jerks back his head again, this time doing what he wants and kissing his neck, nipping. "You want me."
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He genuinely wants this man.
Istredd's only immediate response is the breathlessness from him, enjoying the roughness, the loud-and-clear tactile touches. I know you can feel it. Which isn't meant to sound the way it does, but what can you do. His thoughts are as lazily sprawled as the rest of him, vibrating chords in response to Istredd's actions like he's the first true musical instrument of the cosmos. Acquired desire from the depths of Hell is no joke. And it's rolling in easy waves towards Istredd. Unfiltered sin.
Outside of clapping to hold Istredd by the wrist he's gone back to not touching him, ever experimental in his own ways, intrigued at how far being pliant will get him, and he can get a lot of mileage without using his hands.
But then Istredd said he'd make it worth his while, didn't he? Although Lucifer has stopped singing, so he supposes that might need to be remedied.
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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?
mildly important / I'm sorry world for what I keep doing to this CLASSIC song
He needs the worship, basks in it like he's sunbathing. About the only way he might get it without being turned off by the usual fanaticism, always just off slightly to what Lucifer craves. To think he could've accidentally seduced someone and filled a fix for his needs.
(It wouldn't have worked, back home. It would always have that sour taste of him and what his name represented.)
There is a certain appeal to it, now that you mention it. To make Istredd have to take what he needed from Lucifer, to give Lucifer what they both wanted. It's so achingly strong and maybe some other time he'll want that.
But not this time.
He closes his eyes for a moment and just lounges in the warmth, letting the moments tick on like he won't reach out, but just before Istredd might consider making a different touch, a different word, Lucifer shifts strangely enough--those feline moves--so that he can get a hand up under his chin, that playful grin of his back, and his singing up til now has been purposefully wrong, but he puts real effort into it (Istredd doesn't have to know he's been skipping lyrics): "But I'll take your bet, you're gonna regret, 'cause I'm the best there's ever been."
Because he keeps challenging Istredd and it hasn't failed him yet, mm?
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Istredd pauses when Lucifer reaches down to touch his chin, his eyes locked on Lucifer's face, his grin. He's said before that it is the details that are Lucifer he's attracted to. The way he grins, croons, lies out like a cat demanding attention, it's all him. It's what makes this body appealing; Istredd is surrounded by attractive people all day every day. None of them do it for him. He has a very specific taste.
"The best there's ever been? At fiddling, maybe."
Istredd can be fast and graceful too sometimes, when he's in his element, and usually between these sheets, he is. He climbs back up Lucifer's body, more snakelike than feline in that movement, and nuzzles their noses together. His kiss then is gentle, chaste, a contrast to everything else they're doing.
"Why don't you sing me a verse about what you do want?"
my last apology, world
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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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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It's the thrill backing it, that Lucifer has the ability to sate this unrelenting lust, that amps him up in a way that's another kind of torture but so very different. That Lucifer can give instead of take and still get the same amount of pooling warm heat and desire and results. He sucks on Istredd's bottom lip and pulls his desire into him, the benefit of their mental boundaries being currently strong. Themselves, loud and powerful and something other where they do meet with mental friction.
The experience alone Lucifer snacks on, takes bits into himself like a corvid stashing pieces away.
Desire is as alien to Lucifer as love but he's understanding it much, much faster.
He doesn't stop touching Istredd.
Doesn't stop giving into his wants because this Lucifer has control over, for the time being, and if he were to lose that control it only means good things, right? He wants to trust in Istredd's spell, the warding over the room. He's done with his singing though, Istredd would have to beg on a different level entirely for Lucifer to raise his chords. But he doubts he'll need to, free hand finding the oil and dexterously fumbling with it.
They've already discussed his limited knowledge but some things simply translate 1:1 that he understands the logistics and in spite of his Father does he want to fuck Istredd. Break the man down to fractions.
"I don't need a gift," he starts aloud, and finishes with vibrations echoed over their bond, if I can just unwrap you as he presses purposely now-cooled fingers into Istredd. His eyes never leave Istredd's face, soaking in the changes of expression, the slipped-escaped breaths.
See? He's so incredibly charitable.
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He has no qualms about begging, no hesitation about laying himself emotionally bare for someone he trusts. Istredd moans and for a moment he doesn't have the strength to stay upright, leaning down into him, helplessly pushing into Lucifer's grip, his touch. This isn't the best way but damned if he'll stop it. Not when Lucifer is trying and eager to give what they both need. And fuck, does he need this. Longed for it, dreamed of it.
Are you saying I'm your gift? he teases and then gasps, scrambling to put his hands on Lucifer's chest to keep himself balanced. His expression is one of pale pleasure, opening for him, wanting it. So eager. He is too busy sinking into the way it feels to try anything like pulling away, even to get rid of the pants that are going to get in the way of this.
Hell knowledge is already good enough apparently. Istredd likes a little sting, and with his body fortified as it is, he can take plenty of it.
"Unwrap me. Unravel me." Istredd meets his eyes, locks. "Fuck me until you're the only thing that exists."