Lucifer

this was hard.

you were hard.

he was hard.

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it had been a while since lucifer has initiated anything- being too tired and overworked to do more than give you both a sloppy hand job before bed. you’ve been busy too with your own work, often coming home late and crawling into bed next to him.

considering how often the two of you fucked when you first got together, it was shocking to realize that it dwindled down to once every few weeks. lucifer was regularly stressed and so were you, but the two of you could never find time to relieve some of that stress. even when one of you would slip into bed and try to coax the other into doing something, you’d both become too tired to get very far.

but today, lucifer had decided to take a day off. he shouldn’t have, but he reaaally needed it. he had even convinced you to take the day off which was oftentimes impossible with you- but he assumed it had something to do with the way he came up behind you that morning and rubbed his dick on your ass.

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the day started off nice. you two laid back in bed and actually got some sleep- limbs tangled and sheets ruffled- and woke up at around noon. the next few hours were spent just relaxing, moving from the couch to the yard, back to bed, and just wherever. lucifer was even able to cook a full meal this time and yes, he was a good ass cook.

sitting down at the dinner table with you felt like the two of you were sharing your first date again. it had been such a long time since the two of you were able to spend time like this together and it was nice. the food was delicious according to you, and lucifer flushed with every compliment.

lucifer felt your leg graze his and he looked at you through a mouthful of food, shoveling another spoon into his mouth and trying to pretend like the small touch wasn’t making his dick hard.

after having eaten a full meal and gotten a nice amount of sleep that day, lucifer was ready to fuck you stupid. he joined you in the shower after you both ate, unable to keep his hands off of you as you both cleaned yourselves. he’d mumble about how much he missed small things like this and about how there was no use in showering beforehand when the two of you would be getting dirty again.

he didn’t let you leave the shower until he gave you a blow job, though. and as difficult as it came to be when water was pouring down his face, he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

once the two of you were somewhat dried, he was shoving you onto the bed and climbing over you. blindly reaching over for the bottle of well-used lube from your past escapades, he dropped a thick glob of it into his hand, stroking his cock a few times before shifting his hand between your legs and stroking yours.

he felt like a horny teenager, both of your cocks in his hand while he painted into your mouth, tongue licking over yours.

lucifer made sure you were both nice and hard before he slid a hand further between your thighs, finger prodding at your hole. it had been a long time since either of you managed to get this far and he hushed your uncomfortable winces with his lips, fingers soon becoming slick inside of you.

one finger became two and two fingers became three- moving up in count until you were complaining against his lips for taking too long.

if lucifer was any less experienced, he would’ve came the second he pressed the tip of his cock to your hole. thinking his forehead against yours, he let out a grunt when he pushed in, feeling your walls clenching around his cock. his thrusts started off shallow and slow, adjusting the both of you.

the pace eventually increased and one of his hands came up to interlock with yours, his second arm bent at your head to stabilize himself. lucifer’s hood would stutter occasionally and he’d have to slow his thrusts for a few seconds.

letting go of your hand, he brought his own between your bodies, fisting your cock and stroking it in time with his thrusts. his head shifted to your neck, peppering kisses to your warm skin. “fuck, it’s been so- so long. missed this.” he mumbles, teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck, giving a sharp thrust when your walls squeezed his cock.

lucifer licked at the wound, soothing it with his tongue. the thrust seemed to have set the pace faster and the sensation of your nails raking down his back made his head spin. you left deep marks that glowed a golden color, not hard enough to bleed but enough to have his blood rushing to the surface.

the tip of his thumb rubbed over the slit of your cock and he swore your reaction was the most heavenly thing he’s witnessed. you whined and the sound vibrated against his lips, making his hand by your head fisting into the sheets.

“do that again?” he pleads, voice coming out in huffs with each thrust. his cock was throbbing inside of you, head spinning and abs tightening.