[ He smirks almost suggestively and sips more wine. Damn, that's good. Especially after being forced to stay sober. He'll put the rest of his plate's contents into his mouth piece by piece, examining the room while at it. Is the bed there? Does it have fucking rose petals on it? He'd like this to be memorable, thank you. ]
It holds pretty well if stored in a cool place. [ In other words, Lucifer doesn't have to finish it all now... just enough to appease Squalo. ] If you can get me better ingredients, I could whip up something fancier, too. Another time, of course.
[ He's all cooked out for today, and it's just about time for Satan dick. ]
[Well, perhaps not rose petals... but there is some champagne chilling close to it, and the silk bedding is turned down in wait. There are a few other supplies nearby -- lube, a few toys, should inspiration strike them.
It will be a very memorable night simply because it's with the devil, than you very much.]
Give the ingredients to the staff when you've got a list. I'll be sure to tell them not to disappoint you.
so can i assume squalo has access to good ingredients from this day on 👌
[ Well, yes. It being the devil certainly helps. And of course Squalo thinks that any time spent with him is special as well, because he's that great. ]
[ And also probably pretty boring in bed aside from anything violent, but that remains to be seen. ]
Thank you. [ He doesn't say these words a lot, so Lucifer better give them the weight they're worth. ]
[ Once he's finished with his food and wine (they probably finish that bottle between the two of them, honestly) he gets up and moves to sit on the end of the bed. He moves slowly, gracefully, as if making sure he's looking just a bit otherworldly as he fixes his hair, glancing back over his shoulder invitingly. Once seated, he retrieves the champagne, smirks as he pops the cork, and pours a glass before holding it out for Lucifer with an expectant look. ]
[He smiles at the thank you, just something quiet and appreciative. For as much fuss and drama as he seems to prefer, genuine gratitude isn't something he's used to receiving... let alone have any comfort in accepting properly.
Once they've finished at the table, he doesn't hesitate to join Squalo on the bed. He accepts the glass before he settles next to him on the mattress, close.]
As much as I may have enjoyed you in public, having you in private may be even better... surprisingly.
[ There's no hint of bluff or doubt in his tone, he says it like a long-tested fact, same like the sun setting in the West. ]
Might not even bite this time... unless you'd like me to, of course.
[ Nonetheless, he does look appreciative of Lucifer's current form as well, and the look he's giving him is no short of dirty when he pours his own glass and holds it up for a clink. ]
[ Squalo slowly drains his champagne without taking his eyes off of Lucifer, sliding an arm around him as soon as he's climbing into his lap. He rests his free hand over Satan's butt and rubs it leisurely. ]
Indeed.
[ He sort of wants to point out that he's still human so hopefully it's not too long, but that sounds suspiciously like pussy talk. He can fucking handle Lucifer and his delayed arousal glory or whatever. ]
[ He holds the empty glass a bit to the side and lets it drop without a care, moving his hand to the back of the head of the angel's fleshsuit and pulling it in for a kiss. For now, no teeth, but he's still firm about it. ]
[His own glass is discarded carelessly. It will be cleaned later by the staff after all, and right now, he'd rather press into the kiss he's yanked into. There's a hungry moan that gets muffled into it as his hands slide down over Squalo's chest, feeling what he can appreciatively.][He breathes against his lips when the kiss breaks before he bites at his lower lip teasingly.]
[ It's his favorite, after all. He returns the bite, though it's more of a pull at Lucifer's lip with his teeth than a proper chomp this time. His fingers leave the other's hair and travel down, tugging at the collar of his shirt, looking for anything that might need to be undone -- if there's a tie or a bow, and if not he'll just start by popping the first button. ]
[He gives a shrug of his shoulders. He leans in to kiss Squalo again, giving him a playful nip as his own hands go to work at undoing the other's clothes.]
Watch the teeth around certain areas and we'll be golden, Squalo.
[ It's practically purred, as much as his voice will allow him. He's definitely into Satan calling him by name, looks like. He keeps his teeth to himself for the moment, but he'll definitely try to deepen that kiss and prove his dominance. ]
[ He's not in a rush, but doesn't drag it out too long; Lucifer's top gets discarded layer by layer, then Squalo will inspect his body a little by running his good hand over it, looking for any scars, marks, wing stubs or whatever. Once his curiosity is mostly satisfied, he'll move on to the pants. ]
[ He himself, unsurprisingly, has a fair number of markings - from old battle scars to murders that have been carved into him already in Hell. As usual, however, the most noticeable will be his artificial left hand, and a gruesome, ragged scar in the middle of his chest, looking as if something had impaled him through the heart. The one that killed him, no doubt. ]
[Any scars Lucifer has are well tucked away in this meatsuit. It's only soft skin that has an odd glow about it as far as the eyes can see or the hands can feel. He sighs under the touches though, pressing into them as he curiously traces over Squalo's own battle scars with interest.
He leans forward to brush his lips over the scar on his chest, his own fingers trailing down Squalo's body with interest.]
This is so much more convenient than what we did at the table... It was rather hard to properly appreciate things there.
[ Curious. Squalo figures it's something like that; even if the idea that Lucifer was simply too good to ever get injured is tempting, considering all that punishment he supposedly went through that seems unlikely. ]
[ Maybe he can repair this body at will. Wouldn't that be oh so convenient? ]
[ He seems a little mesmerized by the glow, as if he has to touch him to make sure he's real -- or, well, actually present, at least. Out of this world, everything about him. There's hoping this experience would be, too. ]
[ He pulls Satan more snugly against himself, hand leisurely rested on his devilish butt as he considers his options. ]
Would you like a repeat performance, then?
[ Honestly eating dick is one of his less favorite pasttimes, but he can enjoy it if the other person is powerful enough. Prince of Hell is a fair bet. ]
[Fortunately, this body can certainly be healed at will. He shifts closer when he's yanked in, letting out a pleased hum of noise at the contact between them.]
I'm not certain I want your teeth anywhere near my cock again, darling, all the same.
[He starts to push at Squalo, trying to encourage him to lie back on the bed.]
Besides, why do a repeat when we can try something new?
[ To some extent, he definitely enjoys being feared. Even if that's not quite it in this case. He can still get off on that. ]
[ He doesn't budge at first, but gradually allows the push, though he makes sure to pull the basket with stuff closer so it remains within reach when they need anything. By the time his shoulderblades reach the sheets, he's grinning, fingertips rubbing lightly over glowing skin. ]
Sounds like you've got something in mind.
[ He honestly hasn't given it much thought aside from that he totally needs to bone Satan. Violence and knifeplay aside, he's probably rather boring in bed. ]
[Well, he'll never turn down a bit of knifeplay or violence, but for now, he seems rather content with exploring Squalo and getting the last bit of their clothing off. His eyes dart up to watch him.]
Nothing terribly set in place... not until I see what I'm working with at least. If your cock is nice enough, perhaps you'll leave here with the satisfaction of fucking the devil himself.
[ Squalo raises his eyebrows in mock offense, though he doesn't quite manage to fully hide amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. ]
All of me is nice.
[ He lays his head back, smirking, and runs his hands down Lucifer's back, slow and appreciative. The artificial left may be pressing a little too hard; it's obvious enough that he can't quite tell. ]
Well, on behalf of mortals, those guys are full of shit. I'm the real deal.
[ You're simply more full of yourself than most others in existence, Squalo. Oh, sure, he is quite lovely all over, but not that special or anything. Really, the hair is probably the most striking feature of his, standing out as it does. ]
[ He supposes it's fine to let Lucifer take his time for a bit -- after all, last time it was Squalo doing all the work until he didn't -- but he still wants to be occupied. He busies himself with drawing small circles with his fingertips, moving over Lucifer's back, shoulders, the side of his neck before slipping to the front, testing whether he seems to have any sort of favorite place to be touched in. He can't quite reach to kiss him though, so a few playful tugs on his hair will have to do. ]
[There's a look that says plainly that Lucifer doesn't believe that one even slightly.
Still, once his trousers are open, his hand slides inside to rub over him and feel him out. He arches into his fingertips in encouragement as they move over his back, practically purring before the tugs at his hair get him to lean in and kiss him roughly.]
[ And Squalo is extraordinarily good at ignoring such looks, because mere facts are not going to disprove his ultimate superiority. ]
[ He likewise arches into the touch, though without noise for now, just a louder breath. He'll let Lucifer explore at his own pace there, although if he still has any pants on, Squalo will start working to remove them as well. First, though, he'll try scratching Satan's back, nails pressing in lightly as he answers the kiss with a hint of teeth. ]
World domination.
[ He grins lopsidedly and tries to roll them over. ]
[He presses into that kiss a little more roughly as nails work down his back. He doesn't quite move off Squalo, though he does help him get his pants pushed down as far as their current position allows.
There's a breathy chuckle that gets lost in the kiss before he allows himself to be rolled over.]
[ He'll help, and kick them off the rest of the way, because who wants to be tangled in pants at this rate, honestly. Considering he usually wears them pretty tight, whatever underwear he had is probably gone with it. ]
I wouldn't mind starting here if you'll accept my help.
[ Judging from his tone, he definitely considers this flirting. Then again, isn't it, in their case? ]
[ If Satan still has pants on, Squalo will make sure to lovingly pull them down along with a generous assgrab before they finish switching places. Then he'll just get it the rest of the way down while keeping that kiss going, and finally use his weight to press down so they end up rubbing against each other. ]
[ It doesn't count until the dicks touch, after all. ]
[He does help him with removing his pants though -- and there might be an amused huff at the groping before he's switched over, flat on his back. It isn't a terrible spot to be in just yet, not with the brush of skin against skin.
It's enough to have him sighing out and arching up beneath Squalo, seeking more friction.]
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[Oh, entirely hilarious.
And also entirely persistent that he eat first apparently. He arches a brow in response.]
Well-- I suppose it would be rude to let it go to waste.
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[ He smirks almost suggestively and sips more wine. Damn, that's good. Especially after being forced to stay sober. He'll put the rest of his plate's contents into his mouth piece by piece, examining the room while at it. Is the bed there? Does it have fucking rose petals on it? He'd like this to be memorable, thank you. ]
It holds pretty well if stored in a cool place. [ In other words, Lucifer doesn't have to finish it all now... just enough to appease Squalo. ] If you can get me better ingredients, I could whip up something fancier, too. Another time, of course.
[ He's all cooked out for today, and it's just about time for Satan dick. ]
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It will be a very memorable night simply because it's with the devil, than you very much.]
Give the ingredients to the staff when you've got a list. I'll be sure to tell them not to disappoint you.
so can i assume squalo has access to good ingredients from this day on 👌
[ And also probably pretty boring in bed aside from anything violent, but that remains to be seen. ]
Thank you. [ He doesn't say these words a lot, so Lucifer better give them the weight they're worth. ]
[ Once he's finished with his food and wine (they probably finish that bottle between the two of them, honestly) he gets up and moves to sit on the end of the bed. He moves slowly, gracefully, as if making sure he's looking just a bit otherworldly as he fixes his hair, glancing back over his shoulder invitingly. Once seated, he retrieves the champagne, smirks as he pops the cork, and pours a glass before holding it out for Lucifer with an expectant look. ]
Yes!
Once they've finished at the table, he doesn't hesitate to join Squalo on the bed. He accepts the glass before he settles next to him on the mattress, close.]
As much as I may have enjoyed you in public, having you in private may be even better... surprisingly.
excellent excellent
[ There's no hint of bluff or doubt in his tone, he says it like a long-tested fact, same like the sun setting in the West. ]
Might not even bite this time... unless you'd like me to, of course.
[ Nonetheless, he does look appreciative of Lucifer's current form as well, and the look he's giving him is no short of dirty when he pours his own glass and holds it up for a clink. ]
To us.
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To us... and we'll see about the biting.
[For now, he's taking it upon himself to slide carefully on to Squalo's lap, straddling him, drink still in hand.]
We've a long night ahead of us.
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Indeed.
[ He sort of wants to point out that he's still human so hopefully it's not too long, but that sounds suspiciously like pussy talk. He can fucking handle Lucifer and his delayed arousal glory or whatever. ]
[ He holds the empty glass a bit to the side and lets it drop without a care, moving his hand to the back of the head of the angel's fleshsuit and pulling it in for a kiss. For now, no teeth, but he's still firm about it. ]
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Some biting may be fine...
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[ It's his favorite, after all. He returns the bite, though it's more of a pull at Lucifer's lip with his teeth than a proper chomp this time. His fingers leave the other's hair and travel down, tugging at the collar of his shirt, looking for anything that might need to be undone -- if there's a tie or a bow, and if not he'll just start by popping the first button. ]
Got any rules I should be aware of?
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[He gives a shrug of his shoulders. He leans in to kiss Squalo again, giving him a playful nip as his own hands go to work at undoing the other's clothes.]
Watch the teeth around certain areas and we'll be golden, Squalo.
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[ It's practically purred, as much as his voice will allow him. He's definitely into Satan calling him by name, looks like. He keeps his teeth to himself for the moment, but he'll definitely try to deepen that kiss and prove his dominance. ]
[ He's not in a rush, but doesn't drag it out too long; Lucifer's top gets discarded layer by layer, then Squalo will inspect his body a little by running his good hand over it, looking for any scars, marks, wing stubs or whatever. Once his curiosity is mostly satisfied, he'll move on to the pants. ]
[ He himself, unsurprisingly, has a fair number of markings - from old battle scars to murders that have been carved into him already in Hell. As usual, however, the most noticeable will be his artificial left hand, and a gruesome, ragged scar in the middle of his chest, looking as if something had impaled him through the heart. The one that killed him, no doubt. ]
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He leans forward to brush his lips over the scar on his chest, his own fingers trailing down Squalo's body with interest.]
This is so much more convenient than what we did at the table... It was rather hard to properly appreciate things there.
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[ Maybe he can repair this body at will. Wouldn't that be oh so convenient? ]
[ He seems a little mesmerized by the glow, as if he has to touch him to make sure he's real -- or, well, actually present, at least. Out of this world, everything about him. There's hoping this experience would be, too. ]
[ He pulls Satan more snugly against himself, hand leisurely rested on his devilish butt as he considers his options. ]
Would you like a repeat performance, then?
[ Honestly eating dick is one of his less favorite pasttimes, but he can enjoy it if the other person is powerful enough. Prince of Hell is a fair bet. ]
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I'm not certain I want your teeth anywhere near my cock again, darling, all the same.
[He starts to push at Squalo, trying to encourage him to lie back on the bed.]
Besides, why do a repeat when we can try something new?
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[ To some extent, he definitely enjoys being feared. Even if that's not quite it in this case. He can still get off on that. ]
[ He doesn't budge at first, but gradually allows the push, though he makes sure to pull the basket with stuff closer so it remains within reach when they need anything. By the time his shoulderblades reach the sheets, he's grinning, fingertips rubbing lightly over glowing skin. ]
Sounds like you've got something in mind.
[ He honestly hasn't given it much thought aside from that he totally needs to bone Satan. Violence and knifeplay aside, he's probably rather boring in bed. ]
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Nothing terribly set in place... not until I see what I'm working with at least. If your cock is nice enough, perhaps you'll leave here with the satisfaction of fucking the devil himself.
[And if it's not-- well.]
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All of me is nice.
[ He lays his head back, smirking, and runs his hands down Lucifer's back, slow and appreciative. The artificial left may be pressing a little too hard; it's obvious enough that he can't quite tell. ]
You wouldn't leave me hanging now, right?
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[He flashes a playful smile though and soon, he's bending forward to map his lips over skin as it's exposed, appreciative.]
Of course not. I told you I wouldn't leave you disappointed, didn't I?
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[ You're simply more full of yourself than most others in existence, Squalo. Oh, sure, he is quite lovely all over, but not that special or anything. Really, the hair is probably the most striking feature of his, standing out as it does. ]
[ He supposes it's fine to let Lucifer take his time for a bit -- after all, last time it was Squalo doing all the work until he didn't -- but he still wants to be occupied. He busies himself with drawing small circles with his fingertips, moving over Lucifer's back, shoulders, the side of his neck before slipping to the front, testing whether he seems to have any sort of favorite place to be touched in. He can't quite reach to kiss him though, so a few playful tugs on his hair will have to do. ]
A devil of your word, huh?
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[There's a look that says plainly that Lucifer doesn't believe that one even slightly.
Still, once his trousers are open, his hand slides inside to rub over him and feel him out. He arches into his fingertips in encouragement as they move over his back, practically purring before the tugs at his hair get him to lean in and kiss him roughly.]
Always, darling. Now what is it that you want?
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[ He likewise arches into the touch, though without noise for now, just a louder breath. He'll let Lucifer explore at his own pace there, although if he still has any pants on, Squalo will start working to remove them as well. First, though, he'll try scratching Satan's back, nails pressing in lightly as he answers the kiss with a hint of teeth. ]
World domination.
[ He grins lopsidedly and tries to roll them over. ]
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There's a breathy chuckle that gets lost in the kiss before he allows himself to be rolled over.]
Perhaps one day, darling...
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I wouldn't mind starting here if you'll accept my help.
[ Judging from his tone, he definitely considers this flirting. Then again, isn't it, in their case? ]
[ If Satan still has pants on, Squalo will make sure to lovingly pull them down along with a generous assgrab before they finish switching places. Then he'll just get it the rest of the way down while keeping that kiss going, and finally use his weight to press down so they end up rubbing against each other. ]
[ It doesn't count until the dicks touch, after all. ]
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[He does help him with removing his pants though -- and there might be an amused huff at the groping before he's switched over, flat on his back. It isn't a terrible spot to be in just yet, not with the brush of skin against skin.
It's enough to have him sighing out and arching up beneath Squalo, seeking more friction.]
Not bad so far, Squalo.
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i feel like i'm getting my name printed in hell's lists right now
Maybe both of our names at this point!!
probably tbh
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i guess we're working to a wrap then \ o /
Yes, probably \o/
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wrap soon?
I think so!
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