[Lucifer's hands hardly stay still. They move over his back eagerly, nails raking over skin hard enough to leave behind marks, fiery little trails as his lips part on a moan.
Muscles tighten at the rougher pace and Lucifer finds arching greedily up, encouraging it.]
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Muscles tighten at the rougher pace and Lucifer finds arching greedily up, encouraging it.]
[No, I think we can probably skip those!]