Somewhere in the back of his concious he knew the danger, every angel in his creation was going to want to tear into him for laying with a heavenly angel, but the affection was burning too hot and too fast to resist. None of this was safe, for anyone, and he didn't care, refused to care about anything other than right now. This angel was somehow worth all the pain he knew was coming, and that was both terrifying and irresistible.
There's a growl in response to the moaning that starts verbally but spreads into Lucifer's presence. The spiritual walls are slowly breaking down. There is no way to resist pull on him, physically and spiritually, so he relents.
"Eístenama óloina ekeísiellä, petaloúdo." Lucifer spoke, forgetting, in the swirling desire, the language wouldn't be understood but the emotion behind it was lusty and a little possessive. Even without an understanding of the Fallen language, the last word was Greek, petal fly, or more correctly, butterfly.
His wings wrap tighter as he starts to thrust, slowly but the pace quickening. His mind is open, looking for the rhythm that would drive his lover to madness, as much for Balthazar's pleasure as a desire to hear his name cried out.
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Date: 2019-08-22 11:04 pm (UTC)There's a growl in response to the moaning that starts verbally but spreads into Lucifer's presence. The spiritual walls are slowly breaking down. There is no way to resist pull on him, physically and spiritually, so he relents.
"Eístenama óloina ekeísiellä, petaloúdo." Lucifer spoke, forgetting, in the swirling desire, the language wouldn't be understood but the emotion behind it was lusty and a little possessive. Even without an understanding of the Fallen language, the last word was Greek, petal fly, or more correctly, butterfly.
His wings wrap tighter as he starts to thrust, slowly but the pace quickening. His mind is open, looking for the rhythm that would drive his lover to madness, as much for Balthazar's pleasure as a desire to hear his name cried out.