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[runningred]

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Jay opens the door to his room and gestures Lucifer to join him. He drops his mask on the desk and racks the sword before pulling a couple of glasses from a cupboard. "Want a smoke?"

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[runningred]

Jay is perfectly good with being fucked angry. It's just what he needs. He cants his hips so Lucifer's thrusts hit him just right. "Just there! Fuck yes!"

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer tightens his grip on his neck and drive deeper.
Harder.

[runningred]

"Fuck! I'm close!" He should be able to ride this for hours if Lucifer could keep up. But he's not in the headspace for it. He needs it hard and hot. And to come. Hard.

[wayward_sun]

Long, strong fingers fold around him and starts moving.

Firm, fast strokes and a sure thing caressing the head.

[runningred]

"Fuck, you're good." Jay breathes, arching his back under Lucifer's grip. "Feels so damn good." He's leaking all over Lucifer's fingers, riding the edge.

[wayward_sun]

"Come on," Lucifer coaxes him, angling his hips. "Let me hear you."

[runningred]

"Fuck yes! Harder! Yes." Jay throws his head back and yells as he clenches around Lucifer, cumming hard.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer grunts - and the half-collapses on top of him.

That was fun.
But a bit quick.

[runningred]

Jay's not done yet. Just this bit. He reaches back to caress Lucifer's hip.

[wayward_sun]

"So - itch scratched?" Lucifer asks.

[runningred]

"Part of the way." Jay groans and stretches, rolling into his side if Lucifer will let him. "But I still want you down my throat in the shower."

[wayward_sun]

He lets him.
Grinning a little.

"That sounds like an excellent plan."

[runningred]

"Soon." Jay stretches and flexes. "How about you?"

[wayward_sun]

"I always manage to enjoy myself," Lucifer replies with a wide grin.

[runningred]

"Manage?" Jay grins. "I'll have to set up my game."

[wayward_sun]

"I didn't have to try," Lucifer amends.
Stretching.

[runningred]

Jay runs a hand down Lucifer's chest and onto his stomach, just for the joy of touching him.

[wayward_sun]

His skin is warm and smooth.
He obviously moisturizes.

And he likes the attention, humming a little.

[runningred]

Jay leans in to press kisses to Lucifer's ribs, nibbling playfully just below his nipple.

[wayward_sun]

"Uh. It tickles."

And then, "You've got anything to drink?"
Sitting up.

There are two long, gnarled scars dominating his back. Old.

[runningred]

Jay bites softly and smiles, rolling away. "There's a wet bar just over there." He gesture, admiring the lean lines of his body. He has scars of his own but nothing as extreme as that.

[wayward_sun]

"What do you want?" Lucifer asks, looking back over his shoulder.

[runningred]

"Bourbon. The red label, thanks." Jay stretches out, "Help yourself to whatever you like. There's some good scotch there."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer pours for the both of them and returns to the bed.

He is generous with alcohol.

[runningred]

"So I'm getting what I want out of this. How about you? Anything you want?" He's open to almost anything.