[ With one hand, Lucifer presses his face in against his skin, encouraging him to keep exploring with his mouth, making him open wider, sliding his lips over the outline of muscle and tendons in the other man's neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to his ear slowly, catching his earlobe between his lips, sucking on it, noisily. Wetly. He's getting water in his face, dripping down his nose, his eyelashes, but it's just another sensory input. It fits the rest, somehow, the warmth and damp heat clinging to his skin. The way Lucifer with his other hand, soapy and huge, curls his fingers over the head of his cock, rubbing over it with his thumb, making the whole length of it harden the rest of the way in no time at all. James groans against his ear, places a light kiss against the shell of it before reaching up with one hand and grabbing the other man's chin, stubble tickling his fingertips, between his thumb and index, angling his head up to expose his throat, licking a fat trail up over his Adam's apple and scraping his teeth lightly along the jut of his jawline before drawing away, their lips inches apart. ]
With you, it's a matter of not wanting to stop.
[ Stop looking, stop doing, stop fucking...
Mostly distracted by more important things, like dick, James recalls their talk downstairs, about sinfulness, about inherently and willfully, the crucial, important difference. A harsh huff of breath, ghosting over the other man's lips and James lands his free hand on his hip, following the curve of bone underneath skin with careful, soft fingertips. Looking up through lowered lashes, because the water's still beating down, he slips his hand downwards, cupping the hard length of Lucifer's cock with his palm, rubbing up against it. His own hips are jerking forward into the other man's touch shakily. ]
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With you, it's a matter of not wanting to stop.
[ Stop looking, stop doing, stop fucking...
Mostly distracted by more important things, like dick, James recalls their talk downstairs, about sinfulness, about inherently and willfully, the crucial, important difference. A harsh huff of breath, ghosting over the other man's lips and James lands his free hand on his hip, following the curve of bone underneath skin with careful, soft fingertips. Looking up through lowered lashes, because the water's still beating down, he slips his hand downwards, cupping the hard length of Lucifer's cock with his palm, rubbing up against it. His own hips are jerking forward into the other man's touch shakily. ]