Lucifer

Lucifer didn't know how it all started or where he was, but it happened in the blink of an eye. His hands were pinned above his head, skin slapping together as soft moans filled the room. He didn't even know the person grinding their hips against him, but he allowed them to continue. Surprisingly, he found himself aroused by the encounter.

Lucifer couldn't see the person's face clearly; it appeared blurry in his vision. However, their murmurs in his ear as they continued thrusting in and out sent shivers down his spine. A desperate whine escaped his lips, his tone needy for more, seeking release beneath them as his body responding eagerly to their touch.

As he slowly regained consciousness, Lucifer found himself back in reality, his breath heavy and body slick with sweat. He chuckled softly, a tinge of disappointment coloring his voice as he lifted the blanket and glanced at the visible stain on his boxers. "That was embarrassing," he murmured, rubbing his face in embarrassment.

It was only 3 am according to the old father clock, but Lucifer turned towards you, peacefully sleeping beside him. With a thoughtful gaze, he leaned closer, pressing tender kisses on your forehead and cheeks. "I'm sorry for waking you up, my love," he whispered gently, a hand on your shoulder as he stirred you awake.

Your eyes fluttered open sleepily, meeting Lucifer's widened grin. "Good morning, darling," he greeted softly. "It's still early, but I need your help." His voice carried soothing tones as he explained, "I had a wet dream earlier, and I need you... right now."