[ Mm. Lucifer watches him, leaning into the touch of his palms as he presses them against his chest, rubbing over his nipples. His cock goes fully hard within the span of seconds because really, he's a sucker for touch, for stimulation and friction and excess. When the other man licks a trail over his shoulder to his neck, he shudders visibly, his grip against the back of his neck tightening a fraction. He pushes him down a bit against his skin, encouraging him.
He notes, of course, the way James is going along with his narrative, saying we which could be both inclusive and exclusive, depending on your choice of the night. Lucifer's, his, whichever. It's a silent acknowledgment that he doesn't need to reduce either of them to fantasy or fancy - which is unusual, granted, enough for Lucifer to actually notice now. He can't remember when he last slept with someone who didn't treat the notion of God or religion as something of temporary convenience; when they need it, they believe. When they're trying to have an orgy, they really don't.
Except here's James, clinging onto some very different notions altogether and Lucifer's intrigued enough to pay attention. Truth be told, the idea of bedding anyone who'd spent any prolonged time immersing themselves in the Bible - rot, from start to finish, lies and slander - would normally turn him off but James has grown wiser, hasn't he?
Wise enough (or hurt enough, he knows how that goes) to wonder. To push it away, keep it at an arm's length.
With a groan, he curls his soapy palm around the length of James' cock, rubbing slow circles over the head with his thumb. ]
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He notes, of course, the way James is going along with his narrative, saying we which could be both inclusive and exclusive, depending on your choice of the night. Lucifer's, his, whichever. It's a silent acknowledgment that he doesn't need to reduce either of them to fantasy or fancy - which is unusual, granted, enough for Lucifer to actually notice now. He can't remember when he last slept with someone who didn't treat the notion of God or religion as something of temporary convenience; when they need it, they believe. When they're trying to have an orgy, they really don't.
Except here's James, clinging onto some very different notions altogether and Lucifer's intrigued enough to pay attention. Truth be told, the idea of bedding anyone who'd spent any prolonged time immersing themselves in the Bible - rot, from start to finish, lies and slander - would normally turn him off but James has grown wiser, hasn't he?
Wise enough (or hurt enough, he knows how that goes) to wonder. To push it away, keep it at an arm's length.
With a groan, he curls his soapy palm around the length of James' cock, rubbing slow circles over the head with his thumb. ]