[ James stares into his eyes, licks his lips and holds onto him for dear life as he sinks down onto his cock, head first. Lucifer watches him all throughout, his own gaze dark and narrowed, the sudden onslaught of friction making him feel almost unbearably needy. He wants to move. To get - more. Oh. But James sinks down over him in stages, inch by inch, and his body's gotta adjust, that's how these things work. Don't want to hurt him, after all. They aren't here for punishment. Breath coming out slowly, very shakily at this point, he runs his hands up James' back, stroking him, fingers spread out wide. He's hot inside and out, his skin seemingly burning, and Lucifer simply has to push his hands into the water and splash it onto him, leaving his skin glistening in the dark.
He keeps his hips still until the man's seated. Then, he reaches up with one hand, folding it over one of James' and squeezing, pushing the other man's fingers into his skin. ]
There, darling. That's good. [ He looks up at him, breathing raggedly, his lips parted. ] Now, take it easy, yeah?
[ He curves his arm around his waist, keeping him down, speared on his cock. Very lightly, he pushes up into him, tiny thrusts, enough to stretch him a little wider without actively forcing him apart. Giving him time to adjust, hm, and giving Lucifer time to just enjoy the tightness of it, the heat. The strong grip of his arsehole around the base of his cock. He adds, smiling widely: ]
We've got all night.
[ With that, he leans forward and mouths wetly at James' shoulder, lips sliding up the slope of his neck, nibbling at the soft skin there. He keeps him close, his arm curled around him tightly, his cock buried deep within his body. Moment of connection, you know, that pivotal peak of sexual intercourse, when you aren't yet solely chasing your own pleasure. Everything always goes downhill from there. It's not bad obviously, but it's why he easily goes through ten people in one night or more.
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He keeps his hips still until the man's seated. Then, he reaches up with one hand, folding it over one of James' and squeezing, pushing the other man's fingers into his skin. ]
There, darling. That's good. [ He looks up at him, breathing raggedly, his lips parted. ] Now, take it easy, yeah?
[ He curves his arm around his waist, keeping him down, speared on his cock. Very lightly, he pushes up into him, tiny thrusts, enough to stretch him a little wider without actively forcing him apart. Giving him time to adjust, hm, and giving Lucifer time to just enjoy the tightness of it, the heat. The strong grip of his arsehole around the base of his cock. He adds, smiling widely: ]
We've got all night.
[ With that, he leans forward and mouths wetly at James' shoulder, lips sliding up the slope of his neck, nibbling at the soft skin there. He keeps him close, his arm curled around him tightly, his cock buried deep within his body. Moment of connection, you know, that pivotal peak of sexual intercourse, when you aren't yet solely chasing your own pleasure. Everything always goes downhill from there. It's not bad obviously, but it's why he easily goes through ten people in one night or more.
Simply put: you're alone until you aren't. ]