[ There's a moment where it's just that, their tongues, James' hand, cocks sliding up and down each other in the half-snug tunnel of his fingers, their bodies close, their breaths mingling. Fuck, it's so good, it's better than most James' had in at least a couple weeks, sorry, guys. Lucifer's spreading him apart, keeping him open against the water, first, then against the probing of two fingers, fingertips slipping over his rim and making his whole ass clench in response, like it knows, like it's a promise. When he breaks the kiss, he leaves James audibly panting for it, fingers gripping the man's hair tightly, staying close enough that he's looking down his nose at his face, features, strong nose, lips wet and swollen from kissing. Shit.
Dipping his finger into him, just an inch, nothing much, except he has huge fingers and he can feel him, he can feel his asshole give around the penetration, Lucifer asks him whether he can take it. Whether he can take him. In his loosened grip, his own cock's growing impossibly harder.
The people he usually fucks don't ask, do they? They assume, you're here, you're in, you'll take it whichever way, right? Whichever way. James straightens up a bit, pushing back against the other man's hand, finger inside him, forcing it deeper. Oh. Yes. Fuck. The man asked.
That alone would make him want to take him. Their lips slide over each other again, slick and hungry. So hungry. ]
You're big. [ A mutter, then a intake of breath as he tightens around the other man's finger, letting him feel how very tight he can get. He turns his head a little and presses his forehead against the side of Lucifer's face, breathing hard against his ear, kissing the stubble along his jaw. ] And you're going to fit inside me perfectly.
[ It's not just dirty talking either. James has taken big guys before, Oliver's not small, for a start. None have had quite the impressive size of Lucifer's, but he's survived DP and they're still a stretch from that. If he's as courteous in his fucking as he is in his foreplay? They're going to be fine, better than fine. ]
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Dipping his finger into him, just an inch, nothing much, except he has huge fingers and he can feel him, he can feel his asshole give around the penetration, Lucifer asks him whether he can take it. Whether he can take him. In his loosened grip, his own cock's growing impossibly harder.
The people he usually fucks don't ask, do they? They assume, you're here, you're in, you'll take it whichever way, right? Whichever way. James straightens up a bit, pushing back against the other man's hand, finger inside him, forcing it deeper. Oh. Yes. Fuck. The man asked.
That alone would make him want to take him. Their lips slide over each other again, slick and hungry. So hungry. ]
You're big. [ A mutter, then a intake of breath as he tightens around the other man's finger, letting him feel how very tight he can get. He turns his head a little and presses his forehead against the side of Lucifer's face, breathing hard against his ear, kissing the stubble along his jaw. ] And you're going to fit inside me perfectly.
[ It's not just dirty talking either. James has taken big guys before, Oliver's not small, for a start. None have had quite the impressive size of Lucifer's, but he's survived DP and they're still a stretch from that. If he's as courteous in his fucking as he is in his foreplay? They're going to be fine, better than fine. ]