[ Drawing back a little as Lucifer pushes his finger a bit further in, just filling him up and giving him the feeling of fullness, stretch and slide, he looks up as the other man procures the lube, opening it in an impressive display of dexterity that only goes to show that he's definitely not dealing with an amateur. It's comforting, let's be real here, he's had enough of those messing him up before. Another finger goes in and his eyes fall closed, wet strands of hair slipping into his face, sticking to his brow as he focuses on breathing, relaxing, not tightening up, but just taking it, just taking it all to the very last knuckle of him. Fuck. So intense. James groans and releases their cocks, just in time to feel Lucifer's cock jerk in response to another half-thrust of his fingers. Reaches up and brushes the hair out of the way, breathing shallowly.
Sweet and precious or utter oblivion, the other man wants to know, concluding that he's here to escape himself. Not here here, but a general here, Los Angeles here. Well, he's certainly here here to escape something which is why sweet and precious isn't going to cut it. James has done sweet and precious for far too long, has done it for everyone else's sake, too, and he's through with that act, he thinks. If not forever, then for a good while to come. However, with Lucifer heavy against his ear, he licks his lips and opens his eyes again, staring out into the night around them, balancing himself with his hands on the other man's shoulders, using the leverage to pull off his fingers slowly, achingly slowly, before seating himself over them once more, letting him sink all the way in. Like that, he's fucking himself on him, feeling his asshole stretch and clench in time. ]
I'm not here to forget. [ He begins, voice remarkably calm, if a little airy, dreamy while he's pulling off and pushing back over Lucifer's fingers again, again. Not oblivion, then. But not sweet, either. Give him a third option. ] I want you to fuck me hard enough that I don't, tomorrow.
[ James knows, after all. He knows what he keeps chasing, a chance to be grounded. Basically, he wants someone to fucking nail him to the ground with their cock, right? Make something stick, make him stick. Turning his head enough, he licks a wet trail over Lucifer's jawline, little hairs tickling his tongue as he makes his way to his mouth, places an open-mouthed kiss against his bottom lip, teeth first, tugging. ]
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Sweet and precious or utter oblivion, the other man wants to know, concluding that he's here to escape himself. Not here here, but a general here, Los Angeles here. Well, he's certainly here here to escape something which is why sweet and precious isn't going to cut it. James has done sweet and precious for far too long, has done it for everyone else's sake, too, and he's through with that act, he thinks. If not forever, then for a good while to come. However, with Lucifer heavy against his ear, he licks his lips and opens his eyes again, staring out into the night around them, balancing himself with his hands on the other man's shoulders, using the leverage to pull off his fingers slowly, achingly slowly, before seating himself over them once more, letting him sink all the way in. Like that, he's fucking himself on him, feeling his asshole stretch and clench in time. ]
I'm not here to forget. [ He begins, voice remarkably calm, if a little airy, dreamy while he's pulling off and pushing back over Lucifer's fingers again, again. Not oblivion, then. But not sweet, either. Give him a third option. ] I want you to fuck me hard enough that I don't, tomorrow.
[ James knows, after all. He knows what he keeps chasing, a chance to be grounded. Basically, he wants someone to fucking nail him to the ground with their cock, right? Make something stick, make him stick. Turning his head enough, he licks a wet trail over Lucifer's jawline, little hairs tickling his tongue as he makes his way to his mouth, places an open-mouthed kiss against his bottom lip, teeth first, tugging. ]