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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[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..."

[thesupersmeller]

Still whimpering, clinging to her supple body, the words take several long moments to process as actual language.

After another long moment he breathes; "Anytime..."

He considers the word and adds; "I mean, you're very, very welcome."

[7twistedwishes]

"I hope you don't plan to go anywhere for a bit..." She is still holding to Gus, arms around his neck, legs tangled haphazardly with his. "Or send me away..."

Who knows, right?

He might not want to let her sleep over...

[thesupersmeller]

"No, no... Not like that, I mean... There's work tomorrow and Shawn might... Yeah, forget it."

He shook his head, the chances of Shawn catching her there were slim & even if he did - so what, he's a grown-ass man and totally allowed to sleep with beautiful women.

"Please," he grinned, pressing a line of kisses against her chin, "please stay."

[7twistedwishes]

Lucifer tilts head back, giving another delighted sigh. "Hmm, I'd love to." She holds to Gus, cuddling up.

They could drift to peaceful sleep just like that...

[thesupersmeller]

His lips once more find that delicate slip of skin - not biting this time, but kissing and tasting her as she folds against him.

"I'm glad..."

Somewhat hesitantly, he traces his fingers over her shoulder and presses another kiss to her shoulder before slipping out of bed and making for the bathroom to clean up and collect himself as best he can.

It's all right, Gus... she said it herself - just a woman with needs that you helped take care of. Normal.

Shaking slightly, he washes his face and cleans himself up - sneaking peeks back at the smoldering temptress in his bed. And when he slips back in beside her, the doubt wicks away and he lets himself get lost in the soft warm flesh and feminine scent of the woman.

[7twistedwishes]

Morning.

The first thing Gus will see, is the smoldering temptress; cuddled up close, sleeping with her head on his shoulder.

Cuddled up, very close.

[thesupersmeller]

At first it seems as though it must have been a dream; a filthy dream brought on by going too long without and one too many peeks at things he needn't be looking at. But then he inhales and is hit by the unique scent of only one person...

Lucifer...

"Is this real?" He asks quietly, not yet opening his eyes or shifting his hands on her body.

[7twistedwishes]

She moves a bit closer, soft and warm. "Hm, I really hope it is... it'd be a nice dream, but I prefer if it's real." Gus can feel the smile, then the kiss on his neck. "Morning hon."

[thesupersmeller]

Gus groans low and loud, and even he's not entirely sure if it's because of the gentle smile and press of kisses on his neck or the realization that of what he's done.

"Good morning," he turns his head, a shy smile tilting his lips when he opens his eyes to look at the soft vixen once more. "Did you sleep well?"

[7twistedwishes]

Well, there are more pressing of kisses in Gus' immediate future. "Like I had not in years... no, decades."

...

"Centuries?" The Devil nuzzles in more. "So, you have a spare toothbrush? I mean, if you want to keep this as normal as it can be?" Why scare the poor man, right? Things are going so nice...

[thesupersmeller]

He's already a bit off, but going with it as best he can - it's hard not when her body's so soft and warm and he's not looking forward to getting out of bed and going to work.

"Uh, yeah... In the medicine chest."

He smiles weakly and kisses her lips, allowing the comfortable moment.

[7twistedwishes]

The Devil stretches, smiling, and will gracefully slip out of bed... picking up Gus' shirt on the way to the bathroom, making it a little show for him, the way she moves with no clothes on the way.

A wink, and she ducks out of sight.

[thesupersmeller]

With a loud sigh, Gus rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling. His mind is blank for a long moment, and then it all hits at once.

This was a bad idea, Gus...

Despite the fact that it's been pretty amazing, his gut tells him no good can come from it. Not that it's stopping the dull throb telling him to call Shawn and say he's sick just to spend a little bit more time with her.

Which really, isn't like him at all.

"So, uh... will I see you again?" He asks, eyes fixed on the door.

[7twistedwishes]

She peeks out, smiling. "Do you want to?" Then, Lucifer ducks out of sight again, and water is heard running...

[thesupersmeller]

That... is a horribly unfair question. Against his better judgement, against logic and every single movie ever made...

"Uh-huh..." he groans loudly, the drumming of his shower and mental image of the water beading on her creamy skin having far too profound of an effect on his desire to get out of leaving the apartment.

[7twistedwishes]

She will take a few minutes to return... hair damp, wearing Gus' shift. "Do you?" She asks again, sitting by him on the bed.

"I mean, I'd completely understand if you'd prefer not." It would of course hurt a bit, but can she blame him, if he decides dating a Demon (The Devil) is a bit too much.

[thesupersmeller]

His shirt clings to her, the silk almost too good looking as he tries to look at anything but the open buttons against her chest.

Not. Fair. Body.

"It's..." he lowers his eyes and swallows hard; "It's not that I don't want to... I mean, I really don't want to be hasty about this."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh dear..." She laughs softly, leaning down to kiss Gus with minty-fresh breath. "I'm not asking you to marry me..."

Now, that would be a strange idea. "Just, when we bump at the Bar, say hi... sit by, have a drink, and some talk. I'm a good listener."

[thesupersmeller]

The kiss warms him, but he sheepishly hangs his head at her words; "I know that... I mean, it's just... you know..."

He's flailing, scrambling to sound like anything but a misguided naive guy that wants to think sleeping with someone means romance... which is pretty tough for him.

"I'd like to bump into you again."

And again... and again...