It's euphoric to feel the way this angel views his presence, not an adversary or enemy but something beautiful. To go from utter desolation to drowning in passion within the span of a day is disorienting but welcome.
He's never had another angel undress him. It's much more than just the temptation of a heavenly angel into carnal desire, whether or not he happens to be a hedonist. This angel, and only this angel, of all the celestial host he had encountered since the Fall elicited maddening desire instead of wrath. Lucifer has to let go of Balthazar's hair for fear he might rip it out when his neck is bitten. He shifts wings and rolled on to his back, dragging the angel on top of him, unless he resisted.
Then there were lips on his bare skin which took his breath for several heartbeats, though those beats were getting wildly fast. It brought another growl from the fallen angel, though with the contact between essence and grace the underlying primal emotions are clearer. As if there is something in his presence that is caged and pacing the bars to get free. His hands seek out the other angel's wings as he presses kisses farther down as much to pleasure the other angel as to stabilize himself.
"Yes." The word comes low, sultry, and completely angelic. Lucifer only had so much focus for control, better his voice slip into it's true form than scorching the landscape and possibly the angel with him.
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Date: 2019-08-17 11:03 pm (UTC)He's never had another angel undress him. It's much more than just the temptation of a heavenly angel into carnal desire, whether or not he happens to be a hedonist. This angel, and only this angel, of all the celestial host he had encountered since the Fall elicited maddening desire instead of wrath. Lucifer has to let go of Balthazar's hair for fear he might rip it out when his neck is bitten. He shifts wings and rolled on to his back, dragging the angel on top of him, unless he resisted.
Then there were lips on his bare skin which took his breath for several heartbeats, though those beats were getting wildly fast. It brought another growl from the fallen angel, though with the contact between essence and grace the underlying primal emotions are clearer. As if there is something in his presence that is caged and pacing the bars to get free. His hands seek out the other angel's wings as he presses kisses farther down as much to pleasure the other angel as to stabilize himself.
"Yes." The word comes low, sultry, and completely angelic. Lucifer only had so much focus for control, better his voice slip into it's true form than scorching the landscape and possibly the angel with him.