Part Quinze - Perhaps just once he doesn't know everything...

[gracefulsins]

Being pushed back against the wall, Adam locks his legs around Lucifer, his thighs pressed tightly against Lucifer’s hips. He bites his bottom lip when Lucifer’s wings faze into existence, not able to stop a low sound of longing from emanating from the back of his throat, but not really working all that hard to stop it either. He was pretty sure that it was obvious, and Lucifer should have figured out by now that Adam wanted him.

He also really, really wanted to touch Lucifer’s wings. The urge was strong, slightly irrational, and would begin to boarder on addictive if he wasn’t careful; but that didn’t change that it was there. He usually didn’t think about it all that much when he couldn’t actually see the wings, but now that he could, he wanted.

The problem that was facing him now was actually getting to them. Lucifer seemed just fine with holding Adam right where he was, and for the most part, Adam was too. But... but... wings.

He struggles against Lucifer, moving his body around as best he could. The fact that he was pinned by his hips gave him a little bit more mobility than he had before, and he arches his back out and away from the wall slightly, until he met the brick wall that was Lucifer’s chest, and got no further. He tugs at his hands, restrained against the wall under Lucifer’s steel grip, their fingers still interlaced; and he was getting nowhere in moving them.


“Lucifer” The name came out in a burst of emotion, lidded heavily with frustration, lust, longing, and need, his voice husky and breathless. The archangel was very good at using his strength and his power to drive Adam crazy. He bites back at Lucifer’s lips, still struggling against his grip to try and get his hands free; prodding at Lucifer by digging the heels of his feet into his back. He had asked for this, but still, now that he was getting it, it wasn’t fair, and it frustrated him just as much as it excited him (human mentality and emotion at its finest). He was trying to be careful with how hard he struggled, because he knew that he was going to end up hurting himself again if he pulled too hard, Lucifer didn’t always realize how much strength he was using, so it was something that Adam had to be wary of, as frustrating as it could be. It was all part of the thrill of the very dangerous and deadly game that he was playing. He struggles, eyeing Lucifer, and especially his wings all the while, giving another tug at his hands; it was useless, but he still couldn’t bring himself to give up on it. He was really just that stubborn.

Lucifer could feel the desire rolling off of Adam, intoxicating mixtures of emotions and chemicals. Nick's body was fighting Lucifer's control to have what it wanted too, and truth be told, Lucifer wanted to hear Adam say his name like that again. So, Lucifer pulled back the veil most of the way between himself and his vessel, settling down into Nick more...it made things start shattering and popping. There was going to be a mess to clean up afterward, but frankly, this was too much fun to stop now...and that was before...the intensity of the physical nature of humans really hit Lucifer. He'd reacted on one of the contrary emotional feelings he had toward Adam earlier, but the human feelings it evoked...lust? It made Lucifer's knees weak to feel, made him shiver and moan into Adam's lips. He started to roll his hips against Adam's, his body seeking pressure and friction where it instinctively knew it would be located. It felt rough due to the denim still covering both of their legs, but it was still...glorious.

The devil pressed Adam flat to the wall, feeling the quaking house through his human's ribcage. It seemed like everything only made this need grow. He /needed/ Adam closer. Logically the Devil didn't think of sex, most times because that just wasn't his idea of intimacy, but Nick's hands let go of Adam's hands and went down to scrabble at his jeans...Lucifer was still too entertained with Adam's mouth to notice, at least as first. Though when a frustrated growl escape his lips, and broke the kiss to look down, and he'd been trying to slip Adam's jeans off, and with Adam's legs around his waist the way they were, that wouldn't happen, he willed them away, along with his own. It was better immediately, his body obeying him again as he presses back against Adam's mouth, grinding his hips against Adam's as he did so, one hand cradling the back of Adam's head and the other holding onto his hip. Still only half paying attention to the roar that was probably going to pull the house down. It wasn't going to hurt Adam, yet...and Lucifer didn't know if he was going to be able to stop it should it start to harm Adam.

Adam’s hands wrapped around Lucifer’s neck when he finally let them go, for the moment, very distracted, even from the thought of Lucifer’s wings, with the friction between their hips. He felt Lucifer tugging at his jeans, but made absolutely no move to actually unwrap his legs. One, because he really didn’t want to, even to take the jeans off; and two, because he was still highly amused with the fact that Lucifer could just make their clothes disappear. He was aware of the fact that the entire house was shaking around them, he was after all, pressed flat up against the wall, but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to actually be concerned about it. Then again, it was already pretty well established that Adam probably had the worst survival instinct of any person, ever.

He lets his hips move with Lucifer’s, his body naturally matching the movements. He didn’t even have to think about it, just let his body do what it wanted; find the most pleasure, almost by pure instinct. He moans against Lucifer’s lips, occupied with exploring his mouth, his tongue. A week without felt like forever, and now he couldn’t get enough. One of his hands start to move down, Lucifer’s broad shoulder, the other tracing down over his back; until he felt a familiar wave wash over his as his fingers brush against something, slightly rough. Feathers! Wings! How could he have actually forgotten? If his mouth hadn’t been quite so occupied with Lucifer’s, he would have smiled, but as it was, he lets the hand that had brushed feathers start to move along the span of Lucifer’s wing, not the whole thing, he couldn’t reach nearly that far, but as far as he could, pinned as he was. His other hand moves down between Lucifer’s shoulder blades, following the curve of his spine, until he finds the point, right at the end of his shoulder blades, where wings met skin. If Lucifer himself has a sensitive spot, Adam was pretty sure that this was it. A week before, he had stumbled across it completely by accident, bringing the devil to his knees. Now, he strokes his fingers lightly over the skin a few times, before slowly but steadily pushing down harder, applying more pressure with his fingers.

A sharp intake of unneeded air, and a shiver that ruffled feathers out to the tips of his wings. Lucifer hadn’t expected...that. He should have, but thinking clearly, rationally, wasn’t on the agenda at the moment. Like a cat instinctively running it’s face along skin to mark it with scent Lucifer’s wing pressed into Adam’s hand, though it wasn’t nearly as flexible as a cat, the point got across. ‘Keep doing that, I like it.’ Though as Adam caressed along a wing with one hand, his other...it’s made the Devil’s hips stutter in their movements, pressing hard against Adam’s and then trying harder on pure instinct though not nearly enough to harm Adam. Feeling his hands pulled a moan from his lips that he wouldn’t have been able to smother if he’d tried, and all around them was the sound of shattering glass, and the smell of ozone. Like lightning had just struck.

In the relative quiet aftermath(even the rattling sounded quieter than the sharp staccato shattering of the glass) Lucifer paused, pulling back a fraction and panting against Adam’s mouth for a moment, eyes wide open in slight panic...his usually ice blue eyes nearly black save for a thin sliver as his pupils were huge, not even his momentary fear cutting through his body’s arousal. He didn’t know if Adam was still going to be in one piece after that. His grace had got away from him for only a moment, spilling outward like a shock wave as his essence, his true self, currently so entangled in his vessel’s physical nature, reacted to the touch, reaching out to return the favor. Save for a brush with divine fire would more than likely not be a kind experience for a mortal.

As he pressed harder, the Archangel’s eyelids fluttered closed, his chest working to breathe, but it’d forgotten how. It was all he could do to just /feel/ and not just let it all go in a wash of rejoicing grace. Lucifer was a being that wasn’t made for this sort of pleasure, his emotional highs were powerful as supernovas and just as destructive in their beauty. If he lost too much control, he could kill Adam, burn his vessel out, and send a beacon shining straight to heaven and the Host that he was without body...all in the span of a moment. Oh but he wanted to, to lose himself in his human, in this almost overwhelming need for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was a need for physical pleasure that part was easy, but it came with a heavier emotional counterpart. So he put his want into simple words and kissed them along Adam’s flesh, “I. Want. To. Be. Lost. In. You.”

Those words, those words right there, they almost completely made up for the fact that Lucifer hadn’t spoken for a week. Not quite, they weren’t quite at the stage where Adam was just going to forgive Lucifer, he was still upset over it, but now they were definitely getting somewhere, at least that much was for sure.

He was a little shaken up from the force of Lucifer’s reaction, he had been expecting one, but not of that magnitude, but he recovered quickly, his hands never stopping what they were doing, one still running down Lucifer’s spine, the other running through the feathers of his wing. He wondered vaguely if the house had any windows left intact, or if Lucifer had destroyed them all. It would be interesting to go around and have a look after, if Lucifer didn’t fix everything before Adam had the chance later on.

For now though, he had much more important things going on. As fun as this was, he couldn’t stay plastered to the wall forever. The wall was too hard, and with the pressure that Lucifer used, he was going to start getting all bruised again if he kept getting pushed up against it. So, bracing his upper back against the wall, using his shoulder blades he pushes out, using his body to push at Lucifer, and urging him to move them both away from the wall. “Lucifer... couch... bed... somewhere...” His voice was breathless, and his words came out sounding half like a suggestion, and half like a demand, he wasn’t even sure which it was really meant to be, a bit of both maybe, but the mixture of emotions in his voice, and raging through his mind made it hard to tell. Sometimes it was hard to tell if Lucifer could even feel it when Adam pushed at him like that, or if he just ignored it until he felt like complying. Probably both at times, but Adam was getting more and more restless now.

He presses a little harder against Lucifer, nipping at the angel’s ear with his teeth, scraping them along the skin. He couldn’t /make/ Lucifer do anything until he wanted to do it, so Adam’s best option was to try and make Lucifer want to pull him away from the wall, though he had a sneaking suspicion that he was just about at that point already. Just maybe.

Lucifer pulled away from the wall as Adam wanted, lacing one arm up his back to keep Adam pressed against his chest, even if the human's legs and hands could do the job easily, his hand splayed between Adam's shoulder blades, holding them together as he took the few steps it would take to get them into the bedroom, the glass crunched under his bare feet, and it would have hurt had the cuts not healed up as they were made. It took more than that to harm the devil, or even distract him at the moment...as fitting through a door, with another person's legs wrapped around your hips was difficult, and with wings? Even more so. Lucifer edited things as he just forced reality to allow this to work, the doorway seemed to get bigger as they walked through, shrinking back down afterward to it's usual size. His wings folded up against his back, at least as far as their physical incarnations could do so...which changed how much Adam could touch, and made the feathers feel smooth as they overlapped one another. Much like the bird that Adam hated's wings than they felt like when the feathers spread out and moved as they beat with his breathing.

Once near the bed, Lucifer climbed up on it, and gently lowered Adam to his back, mainly since Adam's Hands were still on sensitive parts of Lucifer, he did not fancy the feeling of Adam ripping out some of Lucifer's feathers. That would be a quick way to get him from aroused to in pain and angry non-thought out reactions. He moved his hand out from underneath Adam's back and used it to brace his weight above his human, looking down at Adam and licking along his lower lip gently, almost exactly like he had done the first night, save for without the non-consensual part. He chuckled low in his throat and went back to kissing Adam senseless, stealing his breath and slipping his tongue into Adam's mouth to press and tease at his. Using his free hand he started brushing his knuckles down Adam's stomach feather light until he feels all the way down to his length sitting over his hand, and he curls his fingers around him and gently starts to stroke him in time with Lucifer's rolling hips, lacking the pressure from the wall, but the softness wasn't bad, it moved around Adam and felt interesting, and Adam was so breakable. Less likely to bruise unintentionally this way.

If Adam cared to look...all of the windows in the bedroom were broken, as were the mirrors in the bathroom. Every bit of glass in the kitchen was too. And it lay all over the floor in tiny little sharp pieces, so something would have to be done afterward other wise the floor would be hard for him to walk on, but the sunlight that got into the house threw sparkling lights onto the ceiling, little bits reflecting the sun like small stars above Lucifer and his wings. Though it was still hard to see with Lucifer's form looming over you and quite dedicated to making sure you were out of your mind.

Adam clung tightly to Lucifer while he was carried across the room, listening to the shattered glass crunching beneath his feet. The sound made Adam cringe a little, though it didn’t seem to bother Lucifer much, his steps not even faltering or slowing for a second as far as Adam could tell. He caught a quick flash of the glass scattered around the room while he was being lowered down to the bed, but quickly became occupied with other, more important things.

Parting his lips for Lucifer, the hand that had been trailing down the archangels spine moves up, raking nails though his short hair, cradling his head and holding him down close. His tongue dances with Lucifer’s eagerly, a low, guttural moan coming up from the back of his throat; his enjoyment in the way that Lucifer was touching him more than apparent in the sounds that he was making.

He moves his body under Lucifer’s touch, the softness of the bed lending him more mobility now, and the fact that he wasn’t pressed /right/ up against him anymore. His hips rose as his back arched off of the bed, his breath catching in his throat and becoming ragged and even more uneven against Lucifer’s mouth than it had been before when Lucifer’s hand wraps around his length.

He continued to stroke his hand along the feathers of Lucifer’s wing, because okay, maybe he was just the slightest bit addicted to them already. But it wasn’t his fault, really. Something about them, drew him in, made him want to touch them so badly. The thing was though; he didn’t think that it was so much the fact that they were angel’s wings, as it was the fact that they were Lucifer’s wings. That was what sealed the deal for Adam. He didn’t just want wings, he wanted Lucifer. Wings were just like a really cool extra bonus prize; one that he was going to take full advantage of when given the chance. Plus, there was something about the sight of Lucifer, with his six wings splayed out full length behind him... he didn’t know how to explain it, just that he liked it a lot.

Adam knew that he’d had a reason in having Lucifer bring them over to the bed, but right now, Lucifer was doing that thing where he kissed Adam like mad, and then Adam forgot basically everything that wasn’t his own name. Yeah, he was doing that, and so much more. It was rather apparent that Lucifer liked being the one who was in control, had been from day one, as much fun as Adam’d had antagonizing the archangel, but today he was more than happy to go along for the ride.

The Archangel was both happy and slightly sad when Adam's hand moved from his spine. It was a lot easier to focus that way, to be sure, easier to not tear the house down...but that intensity of feeling was, thrilling to say the least. If he'd noticed the slightly displeased whimper he made when Adam pulled his hand away and the split second pause in his movements, he didn't seem too overly concerned with it. He just paused and then moved on with what he'd been doing. There was a feeling of 'is he going to pass out?' as Lucifer could feel Adam's heart racing and his breathing was so erratic, humans needed oxygen, but he really didn't want to stop. So he didn't.

Lucifer was a bit of a control freak, yes, though he wouldn't mind not being so...but it was hard to get Lucifer to take direction on a good day. Also, laying on his wings was not easy, nor comfortable. He was listening at least in so much as physical directions from Adam, like the wall thing? He'd listened, rather quickly too, because whether the Devil would admit it or not? Adam did have a fairly strong voice over Lucifer, he could say something and Lucifer might not /do/ it, right away or at all, but he would at least listen. More than pretty much anyone or anything else could say about the Archangel.

Lucifer's hand slightly increased the speed he was moving at, interested to see if Adam would follow that speed, rather than the one that Lucifer was setting. Now that the Devil could think again, that strange need for /more/ was reasserting itself. This want to be lost, to feel Adam press against him and beg in that breathy, heavy voice...there were strange impulses, but the whole picture wasn't resolving itself yet. He ended up growling in slight frustration, not knowing something that he wanted was horribly upsetting, and it would have made him angry had he not been so distracted with Adam. As it was he just stuck to what he knew, and Adam didn't seem to mind, and it felt wonderful...even if it wasn't what he wanted.

His hips rise a little bit more when Lucifer starts moving his hand faster, before lowering back down to the bed. The occasional deep breath that he managed to take in through his nose when Lucifer’s assault on his mouth let up for a second or two was just about all that was keeping Adam conscious at this point. He really couldn’t have cared less however. He was still conscious after all, so there was no problem there. In order to be able to breathe better, one of them would have had to back off or let up, which was definitely the less appealing option.

When Lucifer growled the way that he did though, it cut through Adam’s arousal a little, causing him to pause in his movements uncertainly. Generally when the archangel growled at him, though he would probably never admit it a loud, it sent a thrill coursing through him, it made him excited. Not this time though. The sound that he had made was not really a good one. Was there something wrong? Adam seriously hoped not. The last thing on the planet that he wanted to do right now was stop. Seriously cliché, he would admit that, but oh so true. He debated internally for a few excruciatingly long seconds, before pulling his mouth apart from Lucifer’s. Not far mind you, his lips were still hovering barely an inch away, which still felt entirely too far at the moment. “Lucifer...?” Still breathless, and emotions and hormones raging through his body like mad, it took a considerable amount of effort to turn the name into a question rather than a moan, and it still sounded like a bit of both. But if Adam had gauged the sound right and Lucifer was... what? Angry? Upset? Then something had gone off track somewhere.

He was seriously hoping that if it had, it was something that he would be able to fix. Of course, he could have been wrong altogether, but he didn’t really think so. His hand that had been racking through Lucifer’s hair moves down to his shoulder, his fingernails digging into the skin. It was taking just about every bit of willpower that Adam had to stop and wait, though he could still feel his body shuddering, but this was no good if one of them wasn’t happy. “Tell me.” His voice was both commanding and desperate, practically begging Lucifer to speak.

...it took a lot to keep Lucifer from stopping Adam's talking. The angel knew that Adam didn't want to stop, could feel it in the strange tension in Adam's body, this battle between body and mind that seemed to be fairly evenly matched. While Adam did talk, Lucifer moved slightly closer, so that Adam's lips brushed against his while he spoke, making Lucifer's wings shiver and rustle above them. What had Adam said? Did it matter? Lucifer could barely think anymore, and he really didn't want to. Lucifer moved his lips in wordless speech against Adam's for a few moments, not saying anything because he was having to swallow his true voice back. The devil was aching with want...and with need...it was frustrating to have this immense power, and be able to remake reality as he saw fit, but he couldn't describe what he wanted without breaking things. It was the first time that Lucifer wished for something else...to be less than what he was, for a little while...ever.

A few more agonizing seconds, all six wings rustling with frustration, he was finally able to speak, and when he did his voice was ragged over panted breath, half kissing Adam as he tried to speak. "I want /more/...than this." He didn't know how else to put it, aside from how he would have known it. 'To be lost in you'...it may sound cliche to a human, but...Lucifer could literally do that, and it was something that a human being wouldn't be able to deal with. They were so stuck in this three dimensional world that the idea that two beings could literally thread through, and encompass one another, to fully join? It was a bit strange, especially with the idea that you had to let go of the idea that 'your thoughts were your own' with merging like that. To be lost with another was something that required so much trust and love most humans would have balked at the idea. That's what Lucifer /wanted/ from Adam, even if he wouldn't be able to have it...and had he been in his right mind he wouldn't have said that. It was weak, and Lucifer might want it, but he still didn't want Adam to know he had that much power.

‘More.’ Lucifer wanted more. Adam felt relief wash through him at that, and his body relaxed again, as much as it was capable of doing in the current position that he was in. More was something that he thought he was fairly capable of giving to Lucifer. Granted, he wasn’t exactly sure if he and Lucifer had the same definition of the word, or if he could give Lucifer enough that he was going to be completely satisfied, but he supposed that was something that they were going to have to find out.

This was also new to both of them he was figuring. Adam had never been with a man before, and given Lucifer’s abhorrence of humanity, he was going to take a wild guess and say that Lucifer hadn’t exactly done this either. He didn’t know if angel’s had sex, and honestly, it wasn’t a thought that he had ever lost sleep over in his life, or that had even occurred to him. Though based on what he knew now, he was guessing that if they did, it was most likely different for ‘pillars of light’ than it was for people. So, was it possible, that with regards to this, Lucifer actually didn’t know what he could do now?

Either way, despite the fact that this was pretty well a new experience for Adam too, he wasn’t completely naive on the topic. He had a pretty decent idea of how the whole thing worked. Though he didn’t want to waste the time actually explaining it, Lucifer was already distracting him, letting their lips brush against each other; apparently about as keen as Adam was on the whole talking thing right now. So he pulls their lips back together, taking a few moments to think, while he was still capable of decent thought, and forming images in his mind, possibilities for the ‘more’ that Lucifer wanted. He concentrated on making the images as solid and real in his mind as he could, and tried to imagine Lucifer thinking the same, seeing what Adam was seeing. He knew that Lucifer could read his mind if he wanted to, but he wasn’t sure how the whole thing worked, or if he was doing it now. The mind of an archangel was still a mystery, as were most things about him. Thus, whether it was what Lucifer was talking about, what he sought, Adam wasn’t sure, but Lucifer could judge that for himself he supposed.

For a moment Lucifer just tried to focus again, it just kept getting more difficult to do as this....whatever they were doing was progressing. Struggling with his power wasn't something Lucifer usually did...and not for long periods of time. It was about as difficult as it would be to hold back a supernova...with a really big glass wall. It was /possible/ if you added magic to the deal, but even without reality imposing rules on said supernova, or said glass wall...it was tricky. Especially when the glass, wasn't quite strong enough to hold out the fire. Since Lucifer was...not really entirely /inside/ his own skin at the moment, that shock wave from earlier? It was kind of like...a little bit of himself was just hanging around. It was hard to explain, but he could partially sense that Adam wanted to show him something, through the fact that his essence was at least a little bit touching Adam.

"Oh...that's...mmmm...Interesting." He said, between nipping kisses, the images soild enough, and making enough sense to the Devil that he could get it, and it filled in the gaps in what he wanted rather nicely. This was good. He would have thanked Adam had he not already been doing so with his mouth. It made talking very difficult, and less appealing. His mind sort of set up a new plan for what they were doing and the idea of it just made Lucifer more at ease. This was new, but it was something he could at least /conceive/ of now...and it was only slightly awkward, though he had no idea why humans showed affection this way. It seemed messy, but humans were messy. Although trying to /make/ lubricant when you've never actually seen it, or felt it, is quite entertaining. And it took a few tries before the feeling on his fingers was like the one in his head. He'd been forced to alter how he was holding his weight, pressing harder down on Adam as he really did /not/ wish to stop running his hand along Adam...it made him moan and it was because of Lucifer...yeah that was pride right there.

A sharp intake of breath accompanied Adam’s being pushed down harder into the soft mattress on the bed. This was why he was glad to have a softer, more malleable surface to be on than the wall. Even if Lucifer wasn’t significantly stronger than any human, or just about anything else that Adam had ever seen either, out of the two of them, his vessel was the bigger man. Nick was built more solid, broader, and muscular; whereas Adam’s body was long and lanky, not a weak man, but out of the two of them, even without Lucifer’s added strength, Nick would have been the stronger. The force that he was using now was in no way unpleasant, rather it was quite the opposite actually, though it made it harder to actually move very much under Lucifer’s weight.

He nips back in a playful manner when Lucifer kisses him, but putting more force behind the bites than he normally would, his body alive with need and want. Being pinned down and having just about no control over what was happening wasn’t always exactly easy, it could be downright torturous at times; but in a way that was good too, if that made sense to anyone other than Adam. He enjoyed it, but his body’s movements were getting more and more restless, his moans more urgent. His hips had taken to moving with Lucifer again, not that he had much of a conscious decision over it. Stopping hadn’t been the best idea. His body knew what it wanted, and it was damn well going to have it. Thinking about much of anything wasn’t really needed at the moment, so he let his body take over, letting tongue meet tongue, teeth scrape over lip, nails scratch at flesh. On Adam’s part, it was really all just pure instinct. His body knew what it wanted, knew what he wanted, and acted accordingly. Part of the beauty of being human sometimes, you didn’t have to think about things, you just had to do them.

Lucifer rolled his body along Adam's, distracted for a moment...then he remembered he was supposed to be /doing/ something. Right. A growl and a slightly aggressive flare of wings, were Adam's distracting behaviours rewards(though afterward did he stop sucking on Adam's lower lip? No. So was he really mad?), the archangel was still trying to focus, and Adam wasn't letting that happen, while Lucifer would have continued either way...that didn't matter, did it? No? Maybe? He didn't know, busy at the moment. There was going to be pain for Adam...and foreplay helped, as did his now consistent lubricant. It was a small victory, but right now, Lucifer felt it was damn near monumental, Adam had a very, /very/ distracting mouth. All soft lips, sharp teeth and when he moaned it could send shivers up Lucifer spine on occasion. (...another reason he was distracted...).

Sadly he had to stop thrusting against Adam for a moment, their hips were currently almost even, and his needed to be higher for this. Reluctantly pulling back from kissing Adam, he made a small gesture with his now free hand and gently pressed Adam up the bed about four inches. It forced some space between the two of them, which was unfortunately also needed. Even if it was the last thing Lucifer wanted...and Adam was more than likely going to not know what to do with himself, because unlike an archangel, Adam could get lost in hormones and instinct. With the space, which Lucifer wanted to close, he readjusted himself, sitting up on his knees...wings rustling slightly with his nervousness. Lucifer? Nervous ever? Well, he didn't want to hurt Adam and he wasn't thinking quite straight, and by everything holy and unholy Adam was beautiful. And he belonged to a certain fallen Archangel and no one else. No one.

Focus. Right. Lucifer rolled Adam's hips slightly, his nervousness showing with his now...very gentle treatment and handling of Adam. Lucifer didn't want to hurt his human. Bruises healed. And perhaps so would this, but he wanted Adam to enjoy himself too. He'd been so patient, even in his impatience...and he /enjoyed/ Lucifer. /Wanted/ Lucifer. The angel hadn't been used to that for a long time. So, he took his time, yes he was no longer a tempest of passion, for now...but perhaps he needed to be more calm for this else he would just tear Adam to bits. Watching Adam's eyes he envisioned more of the slick yet viscous liquid along his hand and with a whispered prayer he gently started to work Adam open, all gentle but insistent pressure. So, the Devil did know how to be gentle.