[ Another finger. Lucifer hooks them into him, then, fucks him and rubs over his prostate deliberately, repeatedly, so James' cock jerks visibly, leaking precum into the water, strings of it and he should probably feel dirty for it, but he just feels free, right? That's the thing with sex, for him, it's the only time he does, truly, feel unbound by all his shit. He moans, feels his hips work back against the pressure instinctively. The other man, meanwhile, is slicking himself up, working his cock with abandon and there's a brief moment when James looks at him, looks at his arm muscles tensing and releasing, the expression on his face intent and focused, when he sees something reflecting back at him. How do you punish a vain man with a mirror, he'd asked and gotten his answer, too. From Mr. Devil who should know.
Then, the other man releases himself and grabs onto him, catches him by the hips and lifts him up, over the surface of the water, leaving him kind of hanging there between his hands. Strong, he thinks again, almost inhumanly, impossibly so and - What we want is to be ourselves, Lucifer tells him, staring at him, into him somehow and James can't breathe, his cock so hard it hurts and his ass feeling void and ready. He inhales, exhales, inhales again. Looks down between them as Lucifer nods at his slicked up cock, poking out of the water like a lighthouse. Like rock. Raising his gaze to the other man's face again, he catches his eyes and balances himself with one hand on his shoulder, grabbing onto him hard, and the other reaching down, closing around the base of his cock, angling the shaft slightly as he lowers himself down over his lap.
The man's going to nail him to something, that's the point, isn't it? That's the basic mechanics of it. He's going to nail him to him. James breathes through an open mouth, water lapping up his sides as he feels the head of the thing, huge, slip up between his buttocks, pushing over his rim, loosened and open. All the while, he stares into the other man's eyes. As he licks his lips and applies pressure, feeling the whole girth of the head pushing against his hole, beginning to sink in, forcing him open. There's always this point where it feels impossible, but all impossible things have their moment of likelihood and this is it, for them. He's clinging to Lucifer's shoulder, leverage, feeling the enormous thing go into him as he sinks down little by little and it's stretching him to the point of the obscene, like he's going to pop. His breaths are shuddering out of him, little throaty sounds, a moan, then the man's cock is breaching him completely and the shaft follows, an inch, another. He releases his hold on him, reaches up and splays his fingers out over the stretch of skin where Lucifer's shoulder meets neck.
James is shaking slightly, sweaty, groaning. He glances down at Lucifer's face, swallowing hard. ] I know. [ A whisper. Me too, it means. I want that, too. ] I know. [ And with that, he seats himself with his legs spread wide over his lap, the man's cock sinking into him all but to the base. He feels massive. Like everything's hollowed out to fit him. Sure, it hurts. It's supposed to.
Only that way is his body going to remember. Tomorrow. ]
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Then, the other man releases himself and grabs onto him, catches him by the hips and lifts him up, over the surface of the water, leaving him kind of hanging there between his hands. Strong, he thinks again, almost inhumanly, impossibly so and - What we want is to be ourselves, Lucifer tells him, staring at him, into him somehow and James can't breathe, his cock so hard it hurts and his ass feeling void and ready. He inhales, exhales, inhales again. Looks down between them as Lucifer nods at his slicked up cock, poking out of the water like a lighthouse. Like rock. Raising his gaze to the other man's face again, he catches his eyes and balances himself with one hand on his shoulder, grabbing onto him hard, and the other reaching down, closing around the base of his cock, angling the shaft slightly as he lowers himself down over his lap.
The man's going to nail him to something, that's the point, isn't it? That's the basic mechanics of it. He's going to nail him to him. James breathes through an open mouth, water lapping up his sides as he feels the head of the thing, huge, slip up between his buttocks, pushing over his rim, loosened and open. All the while, he stares into the other man's eyes. As he licks his lips and applies pressure, feeling the whole girth of the head pushing against his hole, beginning to sink in, forcing him open. There's always this point where it feels impossible, but all impossible things have their moment of likelihood and this is it, for them. He's clinging to Lucifer's shoulder, leverage, feeling the enormous thing go into him as he sinks down little by little and it's stretching him to the point of the obscene, like he's going to pop. His breaths are shuddering out of him, little throaty sounds, a moan, then the man's cock is breaching him completely and the shaft follows, an inch, another. He releases his hold on him, reaches up and splays his fingers out over the stretch of skin where Lucifer's shoulder meets neck.
James is shaking slightly, sweaty, groaning. He glances down at Lucifer's face, swallowing hard. ] I know. [ A whisper. Me too, it means. I want that, too. ] I know. [ And with that, he seats himself with his legs spread wide over his lap, the man's cock sinking into him all but to the base. He feels massive. Like everything's hollowed out to fit him. Sure, it hurts. It's supposed to.
Only that way is his body going to remember. Tomorrow. ]