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]

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.

[thesupersmeller]

Always eager to please, he readily kisses his way to the peak of her nipple - teasing at it with lips and tongue.

"Yes..." he hisses again, his breath warm against the wet skin; "anything..."

His fingers, still getting used to moving after a couple weeks in the brace that he doesn't even want to think about not needing anymore, stroke slow circles over her wetness.

[7twistedwishes]

"Anything you want." She offered, she promised, she asked for it.

Come on Gus... take your prize.

Each touch and caress makes her warmer and a bit louder, gasping his name delightedly: her hands move to caress lightly, feeling up his skin, letting Gus take the lead.

[thesupersmeller]

Sure, he wasn't the most experienced... but he'd never felt it so intently before... even after it was usually over.

His lips work harder over her skin - tasting her and letting his fingers play over the warm, slick surface. It's wrong, and he knows it, dirty and the sort of thing that as far as he's concerned only happens in the porno Shawn used to watch on computer without having the decency to delete or even close the tabs.

(And sure, maybe he was curious and watched a few... but those girls were Freaky.)

When he kisses his way lower, down the curve of her ribs over the dip of her navel, he stops thinking about it altogether. Hearing only her ragged breaths and his name in that tantalizing voice, wanting nothing more than to taste more of her and make her shake even harder, he drags his tongue hard and slow over her used sex.

[7twistedwishes]

Careful, Gus... you might end with a clingy Devil.

Plans inside plans, yes, but it has been a long long time since anyone, anyone did that to her.

...no, not that, even if the oral attentions are very good and extract more genuine, delighted vocalizations from her; that, treating her like a woman... like a person, not like the demon.

Even the Devil likes that.

[thesupersmeller]

He's tender, a gentleman in every respect and eager to please a beautiful woman that's giving him attention and affection.

Yeah, even the Devil...

Any port in a storm, a needy man can't have everything.

Redoubling his efforts, he works his lips and tongue and long fingers in tandem - drawing her up to a fever pitch, wanting nothing more than to draw out this rush of power and desire.

[7twistedwishes]

Well, she makes very delicious cooing and squealing sounds of approval, moaning Gus' name breathlessly. Her skin is flush warm, obviously tingling all over, and keeping that wonderful pace he will have no problem bringing Lucifer to a second, toe-curling climax.

...

...

...

Oh, there it is... hopefully the neighbors enjoy the show? Because The Devil is quite loud about it.

[thesupersmeller]

Gus certainly does. The rush hits him hard and fast, sending another strong pulse against that small dominant Gus - her voice draws him up like a siren's call until he can't help but take just a little more... Feel just a little more of the primal lust.

Growling low in his throat, eager and throbbing in time with Lucifer's breaths - he forces himself back up against her. Kissing her hard, smearing her lips, he once more guides himself inside her.

One hand braces himself against the bed - the poor thing seeing more action than every day since he bought it combined - and the other presses hard into her hair, tugging her head back to expose the creamy flesh of her throat. Renewed, held rapt by the lust, he thrusts as hard and fast as his body will allow - allowing himself the simple curiosity of what it would feel like to lean in and gently bite that exposed flesh.

[7twistedwishes]

Someone could imagine the poor thing will see a lot more action tonight? One could always hope.

Lucifer welcomes the hard kiss with a sighed moan, pressing back into it and slipping arms around Gus. A moment later her legs wrap around his hips, guiding the penetration, holding him all the way in briefly, tilting head back to offer her neck to his teeth.

It's soft skin, tender flesh, with sweet feminine scent. The Devil obviously enjoys it, shivering and groaning with the sensations, whispering a lustful encouragement.

Oh, her body... she is just perfection in sinful ways, deep enough, warm, tight, a perfect fit around him. each curve is full enough to adjust to, or push against Gus body, whatever is more sensual. And she's all his tonight...

[thesupersmeller]

He's willing, but his flesh is weak. Already trembling despite the animalistic growls and nip of his teeth grazing her flawless skin, his breathing comes in ragged gasps and groans with each hard push.

This is crazy... I gotta stop... Not a chance in... Well...

"Oh God... Luci..." His brain balks, unable to even fully say that name. What exactly is penance for fornication with the Devil? It can't good.

"Too close..." He whines loudly, forcing himself to slow down and stave off another embarrassingly premature orgasm.

[7twistedwishes]

Penance? Can he really worry about penance, right now, while he has Perfect Lust, so close, so eager to please him?

Like this: those shapely legs, wrapped around him, guiding his pace to the exact rhythm, not too slow, not too fast... firm and steady, while Lucifer's lips seek Gus'.

No words.

Nothing but that deliciously sinful warmth, deliciously tempting, overwhelming in the right way to let him know from her breath and pulse that she is rising to climax in response to his own lust, his own need.

He wants to please The Devil?

The Devil is very much pleased. The Devil will be very much pleasured when he does, in debauched harmony: a muffled squeal of delight passes from her mouth to his, letting him know she is ready, for him.

[thesupersmeller]

His pulse doubles to a steady full-body throb as he feels her even tighter and warmer around him, dragging him closer to the edge with each breathy sigh against his mouth until he arched his back up and then drove himself hard and deep once more.

Her pleased squeal sets off a series of explosions inside him - setting in motion the hard clench of muscles and flash of heat culminating as he drives himself deep one last time.

Trembling, a strangled cry closes his throat followed by a string of whispered obscenities he'd never say in any other moment - and then his body jerks and strains against her and he lets go inside her again.

[7twistedwishes]

It is right then, when she reaches the very peak of bliss, and lets herself fall to the other side, riding waves the waves of Gus' pleasure... her grip on him almost painful as Lucifer arches onto him, moaning loudly his name.

She collapses back into the bed still trembling, purring and cooing her appreciation and cuddling up. "It was... fantastic..." Her breath is warm on his neck and ear, The Devil's soft voice full of delight and adoration.

"Thank you..."