[ The heat goes up exponentially, with James burying his fingers in Lucifer's hair, angling his head and pushing right back at him, the wet slide of his tongue equal parts lovely and challenging, like he's spurring him on to get harder, to make it feel even better. More pleasure. More release. Then, the other man curves his free hand around both their cocks and strokes them, it's not tight enough or slippery enough but it's good, it's extra. Moaning against the other man's lips, he pushes upwards into his grip a couple of times and kisses him back, keeping the flow of pleasure, the give and take between them, constant.

Mm, but it's not quite sufficient in terms of friction, this. They both know it, too. Breathing out heavily, Lucifer slides both hands over his buttocks, feeling him out, fingertips digging in. He spreads his cheeks apart with one hand, holding him open for a couple of seconds, letting him feel the hot water against his rim. Then, with his free hand, he brushes two fingers over the hot muscle there, feeling it flutter against his fingertips.

Breaking the kiss, he mutters, voice quieter now, more focused: ]

You seem a bit tight, don't you? James.

[ He presses one fingertip in, no more than an inch, feeling the muscle give a little in response. ]

Sure you can take me? Or would you rather - [ He smiles, planting a sloppy kiss on the side of James' mouth. ] - be less adventurous about it?

[ Sure, there's a tint of something mocking, something a little too sharply edged, in his voice. But it's an offer, too, and a question because he's just not in the habit of fucking people who'd rather not be fucked. They can do other things, after all. If he pushes James' hand away and takes over, he could give them a wonderful little ride of frottage, for instance. They could get oral about it, too. Lots of ways, none of them boring. ]