[ 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.]
[ They've spoken quite a bit about his ideas recently however, so he won't necessarily repeat it all right now -- and some things are better shown than told anyway. Soon enough. He'd get his hands on some commanding opportunity or a pesky enemy and prove he's excellent at managing a shitshow. ]
[ His lips trail down Lucifer's jaw, teeth nipping lightly here and there where he can feel a sharper angle. He tries to leave a few suck marks on his throat, wondering if Satan even bruises at all. At the same time, he's straddling the other's hips properly and grinding down -- slow and almost soft at first but gradually growing faster and more forceful as they rub against each other, one of his hands eventually finding its way down to wrap around both their dicks and help with the friction. ]
[ He smirks up at the other, faces still barely apart. Not bad feels like an understatement, honestly, but he'll take it from Lucifer. He'd better continue to be pleased. ]
[Unfortunately, marks don't last for very long, disappearing almost as quickly as they appear. But Lucifer seems to enjoy the attention regardless, arching beneath Squalo with eager moans, his hands restlessly moving wherever they can over him.
They settle at his ass, kneading at the firm muscle as his head lulls back, eyes squeezing shut.]
Squalo... [He practically purrs the name as eyes open again, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.]
[ Well that's certainly a shame. Nonetheless, as Lucifer seems to enjoy it, Squalo will keep it up in earnest, even if he's a little disappointed it's not going to be shown off to the entirety of Hell later. ]
[ Oh, well. He gets to see it. He gets to enjoy Lucifer being quite a bit more... informal than he usually presents as. ]
[ Also? Damn he's fucking hot, especially when being so eager. Squalo steals little breaks just to admire the man (-shaped being), a glance at a time, though he stubbornly doesn't mouth a name back, instead just keeping to a soft noise of approval and acknowledgement. ]
[ His smirk fades gradually, giving way for something more focused, his movements growing a little sharper. Well, he's getting hard at least. They could just keep at this. Or he could try going for the jackpot. ]
[ He leaves their dicks momentarily unattended and gives Lucifer a nice deep kiss of consolation while he feels the basket for lube with his good hand. ]
[He'd have to hurt him quite a bit more to leave any lasting marks -- which he may allow one day, but tonight? He's rather enjoying the eager friction, the beautiful man above him. He's always been rather weak to a pretty face... and whatever issues he has with humans, he has to admit there are some beautiful ones.
He leans up to chase Squalo for a proper kiss here and there. He gasps out sharply when he moves just right--
And then Squalo is pulling away and reaching for the lube. He can't help a quiet laugh.]
It's not especially necessary, no. I'm certain I've endured worse.
[And for a man who likes a certain element of discomfort sometimes, he can't say he wants to protest all that much.]
[ And finally, maybe someone will be glad about Squalo being a regular guy with a regular sized dick among all the monster-cock crowd that seems to be filling Hell. Just a bit less discomfort than it could have been. ]
[ Squalo smirks as he crawls back, opening the lube and leaning in for a bit more kissing and grinding, just to make sure they're not losing progress. As he's scooping some lube with his fingers, though, he pauses somewhat awkwardly. There's... concern? Maybe? As he looks down at Lucifer. ]
...you're not gonna, like, suddenly spring tentacles or something, right?
[ looks like he's still a little worried about what sticking it in satan might entail, oops. ]
[ He does seem (mostly) put at ease though, even grinning a bit as he unstraddles Lucifer to settle between his legs, giving one of his nipples a little bite. ]
On it, chief. You need to work on your threats, though. [ Mostly because he's not really seeing it as a loss even if Lucifer decides to do the boning instead. He's definitely holding out the hope that either way they're gonna switch around later, however, mostly because he wants to know how devilfucking feels on both ends. ]
[ He's gladly doing as told, however, quickly spreading a generous amount of lube on his dick and on Satan's butthole, and yes he's prodding his fingers in just a little to get some of it everywhere. ]
Y'know, you're really working this look, gorgeous.
[ Just in case he's getting second thoughts about the tentacle thing. This is about perfect, thank you. ]
[ Either way, Squalo's hoisting them angelic legs higher, lining himself up properly and finally pressing in, gradual but not too slow, with a shaky sigh. That's good. Damn, that's good. He leans down to kiss the man-shaped being deeply on the mouth again, matchingly slow but firm, maybe to distract him a little and make this easier on him. ]
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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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[ They've spoken quite a bit about his ideas recently however, so he won't necessarily repeat it all right now -- and some things are better shown than told anyway. Soon enough. He'd get his hands on some commanding opportunity or a pesky enemy and prove he's excellent at managing a shitshow. ]
[ His lips trail down Lucifer's jaw, teeth nipping lightly here and there where he can feel a sharper angle. He tries to leave a few suck marks on his throat, wondering if Satan even bruises at all. At the same time, he's straddling the other's hips properly and grinding down -- slow and almost soft at first but gradually growing faster and more forceful as they rub against each other, one of his hands eventually finding its way down to wrap around both their dicks and help with the friction. ]
[ He smirks up at the other, faces still barely apart. Not bad feels like an understatement, honestly, but he'll take it from Lucifer. He'd better continue to be pleased. ]
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They settle at his ass, kneading at the firm muscle as his head lulls back, eyes squeezing shut.]
Squalo... [He practically purrs the name as eyes open again, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes.]
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[ Oh, well. He gets to see it. He gets to enjoy Lucifer being quite a bit more... informal than he usually presents as. ]
[ Also? Damn he's fucking hot, especially when being so eager. Squalo steals little breaks just to admire the man
(-shaped being), a glance at a time, though he stubbornly doesn't mouth a name back, instead just keeping to a soft noise of approval and acknowledgement. ][ His smirk fades gradually, giving way for something more focused, his movements growing a little sharper. Well, he's getting hard at least. They could just keep at this. Or he could try going for the jackpot. ]
[ He leaves their dicks momentarily unattended and gives Lucifer a nice deep kiss of consolation while he feels the basket for lube with his good hand. ]
You gonna need fingers first?
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He leans up to chase Squalo for a proper kiss here and there. He gasps out sharply when he moves just right--
And then Squalo is pulling away and reaching for the lube. He can't help a quiet laugh.]
It's not especially necessary, no. I'm certain I've endured worse.
[And for a man who likes a certain element of discomfort sometimes, he can't say he wants to protest all that much.]
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[ And finally, maybe someone will be glad about Squalo being a regular guy with a regular sized dick among all the monster-cock crowd that seems to be filling Hell. Just a bit less discomfort than it could have been. ]
[ Squalo smirks as he crawls back, opening the lube and leaning in for a bit more kissing and grinding, just to make sure they're not losing progress. As he's scooping some lube with his fingers, though, he pauses somewhat awkwardly. There's... concern? Maybe? As he looks down at Lucifer. ]
...you're not gonna, like, suddenly spring tentacles or something, right?
[ looks like he's still a little worried about what sticking it in satan might entail, oops. ]
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Did he really...
Lucifer arches a brow at the question.]
Oh, darling, that's only for special occasions. Now, do hurry and fuck me before I get bored enough to turn the tables.
[He's not going to sprout tentacles anytime tonight, Squalo, it's okay.
i feel like i'm getting my name printed in hell's lists right now
[ He does seem (mostly) put at ease though, even grinning a bit as he unstraddles Lucifer to settle between his legs, giving one of his nipples a little bite. ]
On it, chief. You need to work on your threats, though. [ Mostly because he's not really seeing it as a loss even if Lucifer decides to do the boning instead. He's definitely holding out the hope that either way they're gonna switch around later, however, mostly because he wants to know how devilfucking feels on both ends. ]
[ He's gladly doing as told, however, quickly spreading a generous amount of lube on his dick and on Satan's butthole, and yes he's prodding his fingers in just a little to get some of it everywhere. ]
Y'know, you're really working this look, gorgeous.
[ Just in case he's getting second thoughts about the tentacle thing. This is about perfect, thank you. ]
[ Either way, Squalo's hoisting them angelic legs higher, lining himself up properly and finally pressing in, gradual but not too slow, with a shaky sigh. That's good. Damn, that's good. He leans down to kiss the man-shaped being deeply on the mouth again, matchingly slow but firm, maybe to distract him a little and make this easier on him. ]
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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