[ His orgasm seems to continue for a very long time. Not just the actual physicality of it, asshole contracting, cock pulsing, which seems to last at least a couple of seconds longer than normally, making him coil up like a spring, tight around Lucifer's snapping penetration, thrust, thrust, thrust, oh, oh fuck. His cock stays hard in the other man's grip for a seemingly endless amount of time, pulsing and spending itself in string of cum in the water. Afterwards, the man lifts him off of him slightly, fucks into him so hard that his whole body shakes from it, his ass getting a pounding like, he can honestly say, nothing he's ever had before. It hurts and it hurts so good and it keeps him caught almost painfully in his climax until the other man, too, comes. Growling. Staring up at him.
He won't be able to walk after this, that's for sure.
Finally, they're stilling against each other, breathing hard and fast, bodies slick from water and sweat and the rest, right? Lucifer kisses his shoulder. Then, he kisses him, tongue pushing into his mouth and James is kissing him back blindly, still riding high. The other man's cock pops out as he draws him in closer to his body, leaving his asshole wide open, gaping, hurting. It's beautiful. Perfect.
This? He won't forget.
Pushing back with his hands on the other man's shoulder where he's left huge red imprints from his fingers, he's been clinging to him so hard, James licks his lips, easing back to rest on the other man's thighs instead of his lap. Smiles, widely, after a second. Would take a lot more, to bring you down, the man had said, in the midst of it all. Shit, what's up with all these truths. ]
You're right. [ He's still slightly out of breath, voice raw from moaning, but he sounds playful, head cocking to one side, sex hormones racing in his body. ] I'm not dead yet. How are we going to take advantage of that?
[ His ass is, obviously, dead, but he's got other selling points. For example, he can play the trumpet. Perfect facial nerve and lip tension control. Lucifer should let him stay another round, two, James knows he's got it in him, after all, Mr. Devil isn't dead either, so really, he should let him show him. Should show him, in turn. ]
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He won't be able to walk after this, that's for sure.
Finally, they're stilling against each other, breathing hard and fast, bodies slick from water and sweat and the rest, right? Lucifer kisses his shoulder. Then, he kisses him, tongue pushing into his mouth and James is kissing him back blindly, still riding high. The other man's cock pops out as he draws him in closer to his body, leaving his asshole wide open, gaping, hurting. It's beautiful. Perfect.
This? He won't forget.
Pushing back with his hands on the other man's shoulder where he's left huge red imprints from his fingers, he's been clinging to him so hard, James licks his lips, easing back to rest on the other man's thighs instead of his lap. Smiles, widely, after a second. Would take a lot more, to bring you down, the man had said, in the midst of it all. Shit, what's up with all these truths. ]
You're right. [ He's still slightly out of breath, voice raw from moaning, but he sounds playful, head cocking to one side, sex hormones racing in his body. ] I'm not dead yet. How are we going to take advantage of that?
[ His ass is, obviously, dead, but he's got other selling points. For example, he can play the trumpet. Perfect facial nerve and lip tension control. Lucifer should let him stay another round, two, James knows he's got it in him, after all, Mr. Devil isn't dead either, so really, he should let him show him. Should show him, in turn. ]