Kinky Monday

[sansdatelimite]

So, I’m in one of those moods again so it’s time for another Kinky Monday (stolen shamelessly from tiptoe39).

No real rules. If I can't/won't write something, I'll just tell you. There may or may not be any sort of context. There will be porn. You'll get at least 100 words out of me.

If you want to leave more than one prompt, knock yourself out. I just

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With bonus blasphemy!kink, because I could. ;D

[sansdatelimite]

Sam doesn’t know what to focus on. The room is dark and cold, the only source of light and warmth a scattering of wax candles that cast long shadows on the walls. Lucifer is sitting back on Sam’s thighs, one gold-white candle in his hands. If the wax burns him, he doesn’t complain, and the whiskey roughed sound of his voice is making Sam’s head spin.

“May our Lord Jesus Christ absolve you; and by His authority I absolve you from every bond of excommunication and interdict, so far as my power allows and your needs require.”

There is something decidedly blasphemous about being absolved of his sins by the Devil, but Sam can’t voice his concerns because it’s then that Lucifer tips the candle over and starts trailing hot wax down Sam’s chest and stomach. Sam gasps, torn between arching away from the hot wax and arching into it. The only thing his body knows for sure is that it wants to grind his groin up against Lucifer, and the Devil smiles.

Let me absolve you before you sin again Lucifer’s smile seems to say, but his lips remain sealed until he’s finished drawing a cross across Sam’s chest. He follows the mark with his fingers, smearing the wax in and smiling wider, darkly, when Sam squirms and moans.“Thereupon, I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. Amen.”

“We’re so going to Hell for this,” Sam moans, letting his eyes slip shut as he thumps his head against the mattress once, twice, three times for good measure. “That stuffs hot, by the way.”

“That is the point,” Lucifer replies easily. He leans over the edge of the bed to set the candle on the nightstand, and he leaves the flame flickering. The odds that they’re going to die by setting the motel on fire are starting to get scary high, but Sam doesn’t care, not when Lucifer presses a kiss to each of the four points of the cross, before adding a fifth to the center. “We were going to Hell anyways.”

“Yeah,” Sam says, licking his lips. “We probably were.”