Lucifer

somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he should probably stop, but he’s pretty sure it’s physically impossible for him to try now.

lucifer’s hands run over your sweat soaked body, his breath hot on your neck. he had been fucking you for god knows how long and he really didn’t think he’d be able to stop. pressing kisses to the damp skin of your neck, one of his hands finds its home on the underside of your thigh, hiking it further up his waist.

the pace is agonizingly slow but, fuck, he was feeling a lot of things at once. his second hand held yours above your head, fingers locked and he almost melted into you every time your free hand scratched a mark down his back.

lucifer huffs into your neck, chests rubbing together as he grinds his hips in a slow movement against yours. pulling out just enough to have you whine at him, he pushes back in just as slowly, almost as if you’d break under him had he gone faster. he had attempted to sit upright but the sensation of his cock pushing back into you made his body feel weak and his forehead thumped against your collarbone.

mumbling praise after praise, he tightened his grip on your hand any time it felt loose, slurring words and sounds- saying something about how pretty you sounded or just groaning into your skin.

he felt overstimulated but there was absolutely no way in hell he’d pull out until you were telling him to. the two of you had already come so many times he’s lost count, ears tuned to the slick sounds of your bodies and the vibration of your chest every time you let out a single sound.

panting, he leans further into you- almost as if he was trying to cover you entirely with his body- licking a stripe up the column of your neck before pressing his teeth into the junction just below your ear, not enough to break skin but enough for him to feel the way your heart-rate increased.

the room was hot and he swore he’d melt alive in bed with you but he also swore that there was no way he’d stop for even a second- not with the way you whined and said his name like it was the only word you could say. unfortunately, he wasn’t in much better shape than you were. he was mumbling random words and praise, whines and moans cutting his words short every single time.

with each lazy thrust in to you, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to go any deeper but you sucked him in further every time and it made his abs tighten. what made it worse was the fact that you had yet to tell him to stop, even when you were whining under him, back arched so hard he’s sure you’d break it. and, shit, he’d never pull out of you again even if he had the choice to.

“mmph, fuck,” he drawls against your skin, hips continuing to move lazily against your own, cock throbbing with every minuscule movement. “could do this forever, never have t’do anything else,” lucifer continues, fingers digging into the skin of your thigh.

he’d give and give until he broke. maybe he’d already been broken- he’s not entirely sure how he’s still going but he wasn’t going to stop any time soon- not until he kissed every last inch of your skin and told you everything he wanted to say.