Lucifer all but forgets to breathe when legs wrap around him. He just stares down into the blue glowing eyes, breath coming back ragged, and lusty. All he can do is shake his head slightly, grinning.
"You are incredibly beautiful." The voice is angelic but low, seductive, and Lucifer meant it. The words so strong they echoed in his presence. He'd felt those words every time the angel blushed, or acted recklessly.
The kiss and invitation gets the angel a rough bite on the shoulder before he pulls away from the embrace. Lucifer is beginning to second guess his own self control as he takes hold of Balthazar's waist. He drags the other angel with him as he kneels, knees wide, unwilling to lose the feeling of the legs wrapped around him. The smaller pair of wings slide underneath the angel to give him something a bit softer than the rock to lay on. He lets his hands slowly drift down Balthazar's legs, one wrapping around the angel's shaft and stroking him. The other hand he spits on to wet himself. He's desperate for the angel but unwilling to rush.
Lucifer's eyes are locked on the angel spread out in front of him. There's a little more roughness when he grabs his hips, pulling him up and closer. Given his inexperience with what the tolerances are for a human inhabited by an angel, the penetration is slow, but he'll willingly take Balthazar's lead on how fast and rough he wants.
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Date: 2019-08-22 03:21 am (UTC)"You are incredibly beautiful." The voice is angelic but low, seductive, and Lucifer meant it. The words so strong they echoed in his presence. He'd felt those words every time the angel blushed, or acted recklessly.
The kiss and invitation gets the angel a rough bite on the shoulder before he pulls away from the embrace. Lucifer is beginning to second guess his own self control as he takes hold of Balthazar's waist. He drags the other angel with him as he kneels, knees wide, unwilling to lose the feeling of the legs wrapped around him. The smaller pair of wings slide underneath the angel to give him something a bit softer than the rock to lay on. He lets his hands slowly drift down Balthazar's legs, one wrapping around the angel's shaft and stroking him. The other hand he spits on to wet himself. He's desperate for the angel but unwilling to rush.
Lucifer's eyes are locked on the angel spread out in front of him. There's a little more roughness when he grabs his hips, pulling him up and closer. Given his inexperience with what the tolerances are for a human inhabited by an angel, the penetration is slow, but he'll willingly take Balthazar's lead on how fast and rough he wants.