[ He exhales a little bit unevenly at the feel of James' hand sneaking in between his thighs, his cock brushing against the back of his hand, the barest bones of friction. Meeting the other man's gaze steadily, chin tilted upwards (proudly, indeed, he's got his own hang-ups, he's got a veritable tonne), he finally chuckles, voice low, slightly scratchy. Leaving the flute on the tray, he slips his other hand around James' waist, digs his fingers in just slightly - for leverage, you know, the angle's a bit awkward - and pulls him into his lap. It's a fairly easy thing to accomplish because James is slim and nimble, strong enough to be physically graceful and Lucifer, well, he's stronger than he looks.
And considering the way he looks, that speaks volumes.
As the other man slides down against him, their cocks rub together deliciously, caught between their bodies, the wet slide of friction suddenly very much present. With a groan, Lucifer pushes upwards against him a bit, just feeling the weight of him, the hardness.
Then, he spreads his thighs because he got the message the first time around, sure, but this is a far better way to go about it, isn't it? With James in his lap, his legs fan out at the movement all by themselves, just one thing leading to the next. Grabbing his buttocks roughly and spreading him open the rest of the way, Lucifer finally leans in - up, just slightly - and kisses him, pushing his tongue hard between his lips. He tastes like Scotch, of course, and that's always a pleasure. Breathing harder now, he leaves himself open as well, giving the other man the option of taking him right back in his own, small way.
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And considering the way he looks, that speaks volumes.
As the other man slides down against him, their cocks rub together deliciously, caught between their bodies, the wet slide of friction suddenly very much present. With a groan, Lucifer pushes upwards against him a bit, just feeling the weight of him, the hardness.
Then, he spreads his thighs because he got the message the first time around, sure, but this is a far better way to go about it, isn't it? With James in his lap, his legs fan out at the movement all by themselves, just one thing leading to the next. Grabbing his buttocks roughly and spreading him open the rest of the way, Lucifer finally leans in - up, just slightly - and kisses him, pushing his tongue hard between his lips. He tastes like Scotch, of course, and that's always a pleasure. Breathing harder now, he leaves himself open as well, giving the other man the option of taking him right back in his own, small way.
Not like it isn't obvious anyway, who's on top. ]