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Lucifer walks over and pours.

Up close, he smells of expensive cologne and clean skin. And something else. A hint of ozone perhaps?

"Sure."

It's a good smell and Jay breathes in unashamedly as Lucifer leans in to pour. "Do you taste as good as you smell?"

Jay smells like blood, disinfectant, leather, and sweat.

"I do."

He chuckles and then he leans in, lips parted. His breath tickling Jay's skin.

"Do you?"
Because he smells of pain and that is a very familiar smell.

Pain, and probably a bit of righteous wrath.

Jay puts the smokes down unlit and closes the distance between them, kissing Lucifer hungrily. There's no seduction in this. Just greed and a need to put that burning energy somewhere.

He smiles and tangles his fingers in his hair.

It's sexy and it makes sure that enthusiasm doesn't lead to chipped teeth.

He's a good kisser.

Jay growls encouragingly. He has something of a kink for having his hair pulled. He wraps an arm around Lucifer's waist, pulling him close.

His stubble rasps against Jay's cheek as he runs his lips up his jaw and down his neck.

His body is firm beneath the expensive suit. Fit.

"You do taste as good as you smell." Jay purrs, exposing his throat. "I just hope you fuck as well as you kiss."

"Oh, you have nothing to worry about," Lucifer says, biting lightly down on his neck.

"Bed? Wall? Shower?"

You never know what people are into.
And it is fun to find out.

The cockiness makes Jay smile. That's exactly what he needs tonight. "Bed first. Hard. I want to ache tomorrow. Then shower, with me on my knees and your cock in my mouth. You good with that?"

He steps back to shed his undershirt. He has a great many scars like the ones he sewed up tonight.

"That sounds like an excellent idea," Lucifer says and throws back his drink.

He doesn't seem near as affected as one would think he'd be with the amounts he's consumed.

He shrugs off his suit jacket and unbuttons his shirt.
Definitely fit.

Jay lingers over watching Lucifer undress, somewhat less unaffected by the drink. He kicks off his boots, deactivating his belt before casting his pants aside carelessly.

His cock twitches at the sight of Lucifer, not yet hardening but not in need of much encouragement.

Lucifer toes off his shoes and manages to get rid of both trousers, socks, and underwear with a certain amount of grace.

"So - bed?"

He seems ready.

"Lube and condoms in the top drawer." Jay positions himself on his knees, a pillow tucked under his hips as he braces himself on the bed-head. Presented, laid out.

And yet every muscle strained, every nerve on edge. Jay wanted, needed, to be fucked out of his own head.

Lucifer goes through the drawer and then settles down on the bed, rolling on a condom and slicking it up.

Then he spreads some more lube on his fingers as he says, "You seem a bit tense. You're sure you don't want to start with a foot rub or something?"

He is a perceptive being.
Sort of.

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Jay shoots him a look after his shoulder. "You're sweet. But what I need right now is to be fucked till I can't think. If that's not something you're into, that cool."

He means it. However much he needs this right now, he doesn't want to put this guy in a position of doing anything he doesn't want to do.

Lucifer flashes him a startlingly bright grin.

"Oh, I'm game. No worries there."

He kneels behind Jay and- leaning in to kiss his neck - he inserts the tip of a finger and presses.

The kiss is something of a surprise, if a pleasant one. He keens softly as Lucifer starts to finger him, pushing back against him.

The sound gets rewarded by a little bite and he experimentally presses a bit up.and down with his finger.

The bite gets a proper moan, and an arch of Jay's back to meet the probing finger. He clenches and flexes with the movement, welcoming the touch.

Lucifer increases the pressure and bites again.

"Fuck yes." Jay breathes, clenching around him. "Harder."

He adds another finger, just to make sure he will actually be able to get anywhere.

Jay forces himself to relax, to reassure Lucifer he's not made of glass.

"That's good."

He strokes a hand down Jay's side and then he slowly penetrates him.