OOM: A Date With the Devil (Literally)

[thesupersmeller]

He's pretty sure it's a really, really bad idea. No less, Burton Guster has put on his favorite purple silk shirt and black slacks, oiled his head with the perfect mixture of lavender and cocoa butter, and made it to the restaurant twenty minutes early.

Nervous (as always) and almost hoping that she'll stand him up, he takes a seat at a table in the back with a freshly lit candle and orders a bottle of Corvina with two glasses.

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[7twistedwishes]

"Well, fellatio that lasts an hour or more, exotic positions and techniques that make the kama sutra read like a cheap softcore magazine..." She crawls into the bed, over to him. "Or, we could just cuddle until you relax a bit, honey. You seem just about to... explode." The Devil winks, laying down close. "After tonight, you'll know things that will make any woman worship the ground you tread on."

[thesupersmeller]

Gus' eyes went wide, almost innocent looking as his body flushing hot at the words.

"I will?" He breathes, a slight moan catching in his throat as she climbs over him, the dull throb increasingly more difficult to ignore.

"Just a little... you know... it's been a while and..." He stumbles over his own thoughts, partially entranced by the seductress, partially losing himself to the frequent combination of nerves and arousal.

[7twistedwishes]

She nods, and slides down his body, kissing Gus' chest and trailing her lips lower, lower, tracing the lines of his muscles, breathing in his scent. "It has been... quite a while for me too."

Quite.

[thesupersmeller]

Trying hard to focus more on her words than the gentle press of her lips down his chest toward certain humiliation in his mind, he nods slowly.

"What? You?" He breathes, "I can't believe you even have to try to get what you want."

[7twistedwishes]

"Me." She nods, pausing as... oh, right, his manhood rests neatly and snugly in the warmth of her cleavage. "Sincerely, how many men would do anything but be suspicious and make assumptions? Nobody stops to think even a fallen angel has needs..."

[thesupersmeller]

Another high pitched whine escapes his throat when he feels the shift of skin against skin - trying not to make a fool of himself.

"They don't get it..." he exhales sharply, eyes half lidded; "just because you're a little different..." And scary, very scary... but also exciting in a way that's entirely too much for him to handle.

[7twistedwishes]

She takes the 'cue' and moves further down. "Might sound weird, but I don't like lying to get laid." And then her lips capture the tip of Gus' shaft, and her mouth engulfs it, warm and moist. She slides down, taking the whole length in, her tongue caressing the underside.

If he seems about to explode, she squeezes a bit at the base with her fingers, making the sensations go down enough.

Not yet, Gus.

[thesupersmeller]

OhGodOhGodOh...

A loud whine merges with a heady moan and Gus' fingers claw into the duvet as the impossibly warm heat wraps around him, the sharp tug of her hand squeezing tight around the base is barely enough to hold him back when he brushes the back of her throat.

"Yeah?" He asks weakly, sounding as though he might possibly cry; "I... I appreciate that honesty..."

[7twistedwishes]

"You're welcome." She grins, lifting herself, moving up again. "But there is something we need to take care of."

With slow, deliberate moves, Lucifer straddles his body, guiding the man's shaft to enter her; she hovers there a moment, then, lowers her hips to engulf him whole, letting out a low, deep moan of pure bliss. She is... perfect... snug and warm and firm, and moist, the sensation all too familiar but unique at the same time.

Lust.

Lust has him, in the most simple and sinful way.

[thesupersmeller]

When the woman - Lucifer he reminds himself with a certain amount of guilt - pulls away with that word business, his stomach sinks and panic begins to set in. What would she possibly want from him? Was he too far gone to stop himself?

And then she's on top of him, guiding him against her sex, and it's like nothing he has ever felt before - even with Demeter it had been sweet and slow and tender, this is pure and unadulterated need for him. He needs her, needs to please her and seize control.

Hot with lust and raw desire, he surges up against her hard and wraps his good hand in her soft hair. Gripping tight, he tugs her down to him for a hard kiss and before he's even aware of what he's doing, he rolls her down to the mattress and takes full charge - thrusting hard and unrestrained against her.

Without a word, the frightened bunny is gone and he's unleashed a whole new desire.

[7twistedwishes]

To say that reaction surprised The Devil would be both a lie and an understatement.

To say it is very welcome, well... is nothing but the truth.

She actually resists a little bit, just to feel his dominant shift better, and once pinned down, moans loudly into his mouth, delighted with an undertone of begging and pleading. Lucifer wraps legs around his hips, inviting him to do as he pleases, at the same time putting her arms above her head submissively.

She likes it, very much.

[thesupersmeller]

It's like nothing he's ever felt before; to be in control of someone, let alone to know who the woman so pliant underneath him is. "Yes..." He growls against her lips, pushing himself with slow, hard thrusts against her pelvis.

He needs it, needs to feel her feminine power underneath him as he gives her exactly what she had asked for. Forcing back the urge, attempting to stave himself off as long as he can, he presses her with even more demanding deep kisses.

[7twistedwishes]

Under him, under his control... restrained and subdued, for him to take and have and use. Lucifer gives once more that long, deep needy moan ending on a submissive note, begging Gus for more.

More.

More...

[thesupersmeller]

He'll regret it in the morning, probably regret all of it, but he shifts closer and braces himself on her chest with his sling - trying like hell to keep his wrist safe as he feels control slipping away with every slap of skin against skin. Still, he digs down hard against her chest for even more leverage - slamming the thick wooden headboard against the wall.

"Close... Close..." He moans into her mouth, the whimper replaced with a growl. Dizzy, but thrilled, he catches her lower lip between his teeth hand then closes his free hand around both of her wrists and squeezes them together as hard as he can.

Mine

[7twistedwishes]

Maybe.

Maybe not.

She touches his arm, and the sling falls away, and the pain is not there, and... well, angels make small miracles, right?

His...

Lucifer whimpers into the kiss as she's grabbed and fully pinned, arching to him in delight.

Now...

[thesupersmeller]

Thinking is a bit much for him, but he feels the brush of hands - the stiff fabric falling away and when he flexes his fingers for the first time in weeks, the brace is gone and everything feels just like it did before the accident.

Without a second thought, he flexes his fingers again and pushes up on that arm as well - driving into her with even better leverage as his hand slides toward her neck, his strong thumb seating itself against the hollow of her throat as his whole body seems to throb and contract.

The room is hot, his skin flushes warmer and he hilts hard against her body - staring straight into her face as he tips over the edge.

YES

[7twistedwishes]

Her face is a mask of bliss: eyes closed, mouth open to let vocalizations of pure bliss come out while Lucifer holds to him with her legs, trembling in ecstasy. "Oooh, yes...." Her sensual body trembles, skin warm against his as they share in the pleasure.

So... perfect.

[thesupersmeller]

It's not until he feels himself coming down that coherent thought becomes a little easier, the realization that he's growling like an animal as he continues to grind himself against her and the rough press of his hand on her throat more than enough to be just a little frightening.

But the woman in his bed is far from an innocent thing, she's loving every second of what for him is the pinnacle of unrestrained roughness - far more than anyone has ever seen of him. The hot flush of released slowly slips into one of shame, guilt... but he tries not to let on.

Instead, he withdraws himself from that warm heat and nestles his face down against her shoulder, gently kissing her skin and letting his hands wander over the body he'd hardly explored in his hesitation that seemed a lifetime away.

Partly apologetic, partly worshipful, he kisses down the curve of her shoulder and across her collarbone - taking the drawn out moment to taste her skin before nuzzling his face against her soft breasts as he relaxes against her.

[7twistedwishes]

She moans, and coos, and purrs to him, showing her appreciation with her hands as well. When Gus settles down, she strkes his back, teases his skin with fingernails, massages his scalp. "Thank you."

"It was just... fantastic." Yes, she enjoyed every little bit.

[thesupersmeller]

He doesn't want to think about what he's done, what the certain ramifications of his actions will be, only the softness of her breasts on his face as he kisses them and her unexpectedly gentle touch.

Still coming down, he sighs softly and murmurs; "I should be thanking you... I've never felt anything like that before."

[7twistedwishes]

"You're welcome." She giggles merrily, a bit teasing, massaging his back. "Is it bad I'm hoping we are not done for the night?"

Lust incarnate.

Of course she wants more.

[thesupersmeller]

A low moan rumbles in his throat and he manages an awkward half-laugh.

"Girl, if I could, you know I would... mmm..."

[7twistedwishes]

"I hope I did not wear you out too much." Lucifer smiles, kissing the top of Gus' head. "Sleep. I will be right here..."

[thesupersmeller]

Truth told, he's terrified. Everything in his head is still fighting the literal fact that he's in bed with the Devil.

His body, as a start contrast, is fine with this.

"I'll be fine," he looks up at her, kissing the slope of her breast gently before letting his hand stroke lower - caressing her side down to the rise of her hip and then across the top of her thigh. "I want to give you need."

Hesitating somewhat, his fingertips make slow circles toward the warm cleft of flesh under his belly - finding her wetness with a teasing light touch.

[7twistedwishes]

"A true..." The Devil coos when he kisses her breast. "...gentleman."

"Please..." The word is mixed in a soft moan as Gus touches her there and finds the incarnation of Lust warm and ready.

...and needy. Hers is a fire nobody can put out, but this man is doing a most excellent job of satisfying her. In many levels.