[ 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. ]
Oh, I could always threaten something much worse, but I'd hate to kill the mood... and you'd have to anger me rather thoroughly.
[His breath hitches pleasantly at the bites as he slides his hands down to tangle through Squalo's hair, tangling in]
Am I? [There's an amused huff at that.] You're rather gorgeous yourself.
[And there's so much more that he'd enjoy doing with him one day. But for now, his breath catches as muscles stretch around the intrusion, but Lucifer only arches more, presses up closer with an eagerness despite any discomfort.]
Mm... and you don't feel half-bad either. [There's a teasing smirk.]
[ He still thinks angry Lucifer would look extra hot. Especially standing in the middle of a conflagration he's just made. But right now he's very pleased with how things are going and he's not going to ruin it just to chase that particular thrill. ]
Mm. I'm glad we agree.
[ He noses Lucifer's cheek teasingly, though there's something a lot like affection in it too. They do make a pretty good match, don't they? At the very least a duo that's lovely to look at. ]
[ He lets out a breathless laugh at the last comment, continuing to press in until he's engulfed fully, supporting himself on one arm while his other hand's still resting on Lucifer's thigh, making sure to keep him nice and spread as he does so. He looks down at him, noses almost touching, peppers a few small kisses on the corners of his mouth and down his jaw, then returnts to kiss him proper again, trying to coax his mouth open with little pokes of his tongue as he finally starts to move, pulling back, then pushing back in, at first just barely, starting off slow, then gradually deeper and more firm, though he's not in a rush to speed up. ]
[They do make a lovely duo, in Lucifer's opinion. He wouldn't be quite so eager to fall into bed with someone who didn't catch his attention...
and mortals can be rather lovely.
And rather nice in other ways as well.
His lips part into that kiss with a deep groan as Squalo starts to move, muscles going taut at the burn as he's stretched and filled in a way that has him shuddering deeply. He lifts his hips as much as he can, chasing more of that sensation.]
[ He kisses deeper, moves more forcefully, seemingly finally losing himself into it a bit as opposed to his being mostly controlled before. He's not really thinking anymore, just sensing, something more primal mostly taking over. ]
[ He uses his teeth and tongue, lets his good hand roam a bit, definitely trying his best to make sure no part of Lucifer feels neglected. His hair frames them like a curtain, somehow not getting in the way despite of how all over the place it is. ]
[ Eventually he picks up the pace, his hips gradually shifting from forcefull rolls to harsh snaps, complimented by bites and scratches as he gets more rough overall, though he still remains very much open to direction or suggestions if Lucifer decides he's not into it. ]
[ The following twenty tags of thrusting can probably be skimmed, unless there's something else of note about to happen. ]
[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.]
[ Alright, so they bone, and it's a pretty nice experience. Plenty of scratching and biting and going hard and deep. Squalo actually pays attention to his partner, as it turns out, though he also doesn't bother with pulling out, so hopefully Lucifer's into that. ]
[ He'll even get a kiss after they're done, as Squalo retreats to lie back on the mattress, pulling Satan with him. He doesn't cuddle often, but he can make an exception. He really does want to make a good impression here. ]
[ And of course if Lucifer still wants to try switching, they'll do that too. Otherwise he can just tell Squalo how great he is, again. Or not. ]
[ Well. Lucifer will find out that unlike certain other guests, Squalo is not a little bitch about taking it in the ass. In fact he'll remain smugly confident and encouraging throughout. ]
[ He might play himself by reminding Lucifer he'd promised to fuck him speechless months ago however, and if Satan's up to that task he'll at least be shutting up for a while. ]
[ Depending how well that goes, he might be a bit out of it well into the not-cuddling, though he still gladly holds onto the devil and settles comfortably against him with every intention to nap together. ]
Y'know, you're really good at giving presents.
[ Right after he talks some more, that is. He's got a teasing grin on and everything, though it's just a bit worn out thanks to two whole rounds earlier. ]
[ Squalo huffs and playfully elbows Satan in the ribs. ]
Hey now, I was definitely better than "not terrible".
[ He has to wonder if it's actually safe to sleep here, though. Not that Lucifer couldn't do whatever he wanted while he was awake, but this would be letting his guard down even more. ]
[ Squalo grins, settling back down with his head against Satan's shoulder and draws a fingertip playfully across his chest. ]
Much better.
[ He is feeling very comfortable at the moment. He has to wonder if the whole divine thing has something to do with it. Or maybe it's the millenia of experience. Or the wine. ]
Mm, that would be nice. [ He laughs and flicks Lucifer lightly. ] And you can just magic me to my room later to avoid morning awkwardness, right?
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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!!
[His breath hitches pleasantly at the bites as he slides his hands down to tangle through Squalo's hair, tangling in]
Am I? [There's an amused huff at that.] You're rather gorgeous yourself.
[And there's so much more that he'd enjoy doing with him one day. But for now, his breath catches as muscles stretch around the intrusion, but Lucifer only arches more, presses up closer with an eagerness despite any discomfort.]
Mm... and you don't feel half-bad either. [There's a teasing smirk.]
probably tbh
[ He still thinks angry Lucifer would look extra hot. Especially standing in the middle of a conflagration he's just made. But right now he's very pleased with how things are going and he's not going to ruin it just to chase that particular thrill. ]
Mm. I'm glad we agree.
[ He noses Lucifer's cheek teasingly, though there's something a lot like affection in it too. They do make a pretty good match, don't they? At the very least a duo that's lovely to look at. ]
[ He lets out a breathless laugh at the last comment, continuing to press in until he's engulfed fully, supporting himself on one arm while his other hand's still resting on Lucifer's thigh, making sure to keep him nice and spread as he does so. He looks down at him, noses almost touching, peppers a few small kisses on the corners of his mouth and down his jaw, then returnts to kiss him proper again, trying to coax his mouth open with little pokes of his tongue as he finally starts to move, pulling back, then pushing back in, at first just barely, starting off slow, then gradually deeper and more firm, though he's not in a rush to speed up. ]
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and mortals can be rather lovely.
And rather nice in other ways as well.
His lips part into that kiss with a deep groan as Squalo starts to move, muscles going taut at the burn as he's stretched and filled in a way that has him shuddering deeply. He lifts his hips as much as he can, chasing more of that sensation.]
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[ He uses his teeth and tongue, lets his good hand roam a bit, definitely trying his best to make sure no part of Lucifer feels neglected. His hair frames them like a curtain, somehow not getting in the way despite of how all over the place it is. ]
[ Eventually he picks up the pace, his hips gradually shifting from forcefull rolls to harsh snaps, complimented by bites and scratches as he gets more rough overall, though he still remains very much open to direction or suggestions if Lucifer decides he's not into it. ]
[ The following twenty tags of thrusting can probably be skimmed, unless there's something else of note about to happen. ]
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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!]
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[ He'll even get a kiss after they're done, as Squalo retreats to lie back on the mattress, pulling Satan with him. He doesn't cuddle often, but he can make an exception. He really does want to make a good impression here. ]
[ And of course if Lucifer still wants to try switching, they'll do that too. Otherwise he can just tell Squalo how great he is, again. Or not. ]
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And possibly more not-cuddling after.]
i guess we're working to a wrap then \ o /
[ He might play himself by reminding Lucifer he'd promised to fuck him speechless months ago however, and if Satan's up to that task he'll at least be shutting up for a while. ]
[ Depending how well that goes, he might be a bit out of it well into the not-cuddling, though he still gladly holds onto the devil and settles comfortably against him with every intention to nap together. ]
Y'know, you're really good at giving presents.
[ Right after he talks some more, that is. He's got a teasing grin on and everything, though it's just a bit worn out thanks to two whole rounds earlier. ]
Yes, probably \o/
And when they're settled again, he muffles a laugh against Squalo at the compliment.]
Well, I do try. You weren't so terrible tonight either.
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Hey now, I was definitely better than "not terrible".
[ He has to wonder if it's actually safe to sleep here, though. Not that Lucifer couldn't do whatever he wanted while he was awake, but this would be letting his guard down even more. ]
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Oh, very sorry, darling. You were amazing.
[He gives a short, teasing look.]
Are you going to sleep? I don't mind staying for a bit, if you want the company.
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Much better.
[ He is feeling very comfortable at the moment. He has to wonder if the whole divine thing has something to do with it. Or maybe it's the millenia of experience. Or the wine. ]
Mm, that would be nice. [ He laughs and flicks Lucifer lightly. ] And you can just magic me to my room later to avoid morning awkwardness, right?
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[He gives a grin of his own at the playfulness.]
You don't have to worry about a walk of shame if you're really so opposed to it.
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[ If anyone expected sex with Lucifer to reduce his vanity, well. Obviously it did not. ]
But the whole "Did I ask their name yesterday? Where do I put my hands? Do I leave or make breakfast?" conundrum I can do without.
[ It's not really a problem for them. Well, maybe the last part. But still. ]
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[Eating is more of a pleasurable thing than a necessity after all.]
But I can send you back to your suite as soon as you're ready.
wrap soon?
[ Does anyone else need to eat if they are, technically, dead? Well so far the evidence pointed to yes, but who could really tell. ]
Later. Afterglow with the Devil first.
[ He's that close to snapping a selfie with him in bed, honestly. But he has some fucking class, so he'll be content just living the experience. ]
I think so!
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