[ He leans his head backwards into the spray to give James room to roam as he pleases, over his throat, Adam's apple (ugh, seriously, Adam was a bloody prat, why would they name anything after him). At his words, he chuckles, feeling his breath against his lips, his scent a bit stronger like that. His next exhalation shudders out of him, as James runs his hand down his hip, inwards, cupping the length of his cock. ]
Of course it is.
[ His voice is thinner now, decidedly airy. He folds his hand around the shaft of James' cock and starts stroking it at a lazy, unhurried pace, his hand sliding wetly up and down, following the small jerks James can't help but make, chasing his pleasure, naturally. What else? ]
It's greediness, darling, a fundamentally important aspect of human nature and if you don't mind indulging - [ He steps closer, pushing up against James' hand, his own cock twitching beneath his palm. ] - then honestly, I don't much care what makes you tick, specifically, so long as you keep ticking.
[ He leans down and kisses him, hungrily, pushing his tongue between his lips and giving him a taste of water as well, can't be helped; shower sex is fun but inherently impractical. Like this, they're basically just jerking each other off but Lucifer isn't particular about the how, so long as they get where they wanna go. He thinks about how tight he'd been out in the jacuzzi, burning hot, beautifully lost in it.
No, in this particular context, being helplessly lost certainly doesn't make James look bad. Of course, that's why he's still here, isn't it. Because he can stand himself like this, even with how low he's let himself sink, running away, straying, however the story goes. ]
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Of course it is.
[ His voice is thinner now, decidedly airy. He folds his hand around the shaft of James' cock and starts stroking it at a lazy, unhurried pace, his hand sliding wetly up and down, following the small jerks James can't help but make, chasing his pleasure, naturally. What else? ]
It's greediness, darling, a fundamentally important aspect of human nature and if you don't mind indulging - [ He steps closer, pushing up against James' hand, his own cock twitching beneath his palm. ] - then honestly, I don't much care what makes you tick, specifically, so long as you keep ticking.
[ He leans down and kisses him, hungrily, pushing his tongue between his lips and giving him a taste of water as well, can't be helped; shower sex is fun but inherently impractical. Like this, they're basically just jerking each other off but Lucifer isn't particular about the how, so long as they get where they wanna go. He thinks about how tight he'd been out in the jacuzzi, burning hot, beautifully lost in it.
No, in this particular context, being helplessly lost certainly doesn't make James look bad. Of course, that's why he's still here, isn't it. Because he can stand himself like this, even with how low he's let himself sink, running away, straying, however the story goes. ]