bakerstreet | It's all about the laps

[No crosscanon deities. No minors (21+)]

[OOC: So... terrible idea or terrible idea? I don't know if you're familiar with Captain Cold]

[I am not. I assume he's cold?]

[OK quick thumbnail sketch, please bear with me.

He's originally a minor villain from the Flash show/comics. He gets introduced as a very skilled thief who no one can catch, and then acquires a piece of technology - a cold gun - that allows him to go toe-to-toe with superpowered people like the Flash.

Thing is, he then winds up making a deal with the Flash that he won't kill people anymore, and THEN winds up getting recruited to travel on a time travelling ship to go save the world from an immortal madman in the future. He becomes a hero, though he continues to insist he's a villain.

Basically he's a sassy, sarcastic, playful, pansexual (yes, this is also canon via Word of God) man who pretends to be badass and cold and actually has a heart of gold and is a complete cinnamon roll. I think he and Luci could get into terrible trouble together]

[As long as he doesn't have a ray gun in his pants that goes off at the wrong moment, Lucifer might not hate him. >>]

[Is that a ray gun in your pants or are you happy to see me? ;)

Legit I think Lucifer should like him. He might be a criminal, but he isn't evil and doesn't deserve punishment. He just likes the thrill of planning and executing a great heist a whole lot.

Gonna set something up at Lux and go from there? IDK how much the prompts are actually helpful, but it'll be a good place to start LOL]

[He doesn't mind a little wickedness, it IS what makes the world fun, after all. Just don't make him call the LAPD.

I'm also game to use the prompts as a loose interpretation. Basically, go nuts.]

Len honestly couldn't decide if he hated LA or loved it.

Pros: Lots of very rich, very stupid people, with very large bank accounts and collections of expensive things just begging to be liberated.

Cons: Hot as hell. Constantly. Why did anyone live here?

He missed Central City rather fiercely at times, but right now with metahumans so thick on the ground there and some evil superspeedy psychopath running around killing anyone who looked at him wrong, Leonard Snart had decided it was time to get out of dodge for a while until the Flash took care of his problems and returned Len's city to the kind of place he could allow his sister to live in.

One other pro: There were some nice clubs.

Len had come to Lux to case the joint, actually. He had heard this guy - Lucifer Morningstar? Seriously? That was either a supervillain with a god complex or he'd had really weird parents - anyway, that this guy Lucifer had money to burn, and he figured he had to have at least something his sticky fingers could lift before the end of the night. At the very least, it'd pay for the liquor.

Thing was, the liquor was good. And Len didn't dance, but he sure did appreciate watching extremely pretty people of both genders practically going at it on the dance floor. And also, Lucifer turned out to be extremely pretty himself.

With a nice singing voice. Len liked nice singing voices.

And then as he wandered closer to shamelessly check him out, there had been that beautiful server who'd turned his head, unable to help himself from deeply appreciating her curves and the particular texture of her dark skin. And Leonard Snart had been just drunk enough to trip on a corner of carpet.

And so that was how Len wound up getting somewhat too drunk on extremely expensive 50 year old scotch and landing straight in Mr. Morningstar's lap.

"Woah, sorry about that," he said. "Someone pushed me. Hope you're having a nice night, Luci, I'll just--"

The jacket made it somewhat awkward - and yes, he was covered up dressed all in black and wearing one a leather jacket, even in Los Angeles, because goddamn but he hated the heat but he hated feeling exposed even more - but nevertheless, he did his best to slip the guy's Rolex off his wrist as he struggled to get up again. And his best was pretty damn good, even buzzed as he was.

[OOC: Just for visual reference http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/0/40/5035880-lgn103a_0025b.jpg ]

Edited (Even Len wouldn't wear a parka in LA. Probably. Also have a pic since icons don't do it justice) 2016-05-13 15:04 (UTC)

If Len expected to be able to waltz around Lux in a parka and not be noticed, he was fooling himself and himself only. The strange attire had drawn attention, and if it wasn't for Lucifer's standing order of enjoying uniqueness, he might not have even gotten through the door. There was a dress code, after all. But hey, he might be adhering to it underneath, so Len was allowed in and drew attention as he meandered around.

Lucifer didn't pay him too much mind at first, enjoying the strangeness of it and having a laugh with Maze. Maze, however, kept her eye on the sneaky human who was, to her perceptive eyes, casing the bar. Well, wouldn't it be fun if he happened to try anything? There was a reason why nothing larcenous ever happened at Lux. Security was Maze's domain and she loved going as far as she could with ensuring it on the tight leash Lucifer kept her on. Not that either of them cared for the material aspects they had, but it was the principle of it. You don't steal off the Devil. Not and walk away with all your fingers and toes.

Len strolled around and Maze kept one eye on him, offering him a wink and a promising smile that wiser men knew to run from. The man tripped and wound up in Lucifer's lap and Lucifer seemed more amused than put out by it. Even when he felt nimble fingers trying to relieve him of his watch. It was the nickname that got his full attention, though, usually only used by those that knew him well enough and he was quite certain he'd never met parka-boy before.

An arm slipped around a puffy-covered waist, tugging the attempting to rise man back into his lap, the hand with the watch turning to slide his fingers through the ones trying to liberate their goal. "You know, if you wanted something, you could have just asked for it. Of course, now I might have to make you earn it." Said against the side of the hood drawn up before he let out an exasperated huff. "This is a nightclub, by the way, not bloody Mount Everest."

[Haha parka it is]

Damn. So he had been made. What an embarrassment.

Len didn't resist as Lucifer wrapped his arm around his waist and laced their fingers together. Len's own hands tended towards cold, but Lucifer's were warm and unexpectedly strong.

He laughed at the comment about Mount Everest, hiding the fact that his heart had just started beating twice as fast. How many seconds before the LAPD could get here? Or would Lucifer even bother calling the police - he did have a reputation for association with the underworld as well. Snart was comfortable around the mob, but he didn't have his gun with him, and he didn't relish a concrete set of boots or a swim right now.

"You never know when you come to these places, whether you might wind up climbing something before the night is out," he said, cocking his head to quite blatantly check Lucifer out. "Hi there, I'm Leonard Snart. And yes, I could've asked for your watch, but where's the fun in that?"

"Leonard Snart? You poor thing. Your parents should be flogged." He sighed and shook his head, adjusting his grip to let the man turn a little, though it was clear that a certain sticky fingered someone wasn't going anywhere at the moment. Maze came over and set down two glasses with a smirk, pointedly letting her eyes drag over the two of them before turning to stalk off and see to the bar again.

Lucifer reached for the glass with one hand, taking a sip and looking up at Leonard over it. "So, it appears you know who I am and you still decided to try your hand at pilfering. I hope it's the alcohol giving you liquid courage, otherwise I might have to point out you might just be too stupid to keep existing. Unless you have a brilliant plan to get out of being caught, mm?"

Snart rolled his eyes at the teasing about his name. "Right, because Lucifer Morningstar is poised to make it onto the top ten baby names this year."

With the grip loosened, Len shrugged right out of his parka, leaving Lucifer holding that instead of him, but he made no attempt to rise. He was pretty sure he wasn't getting out of the club easily at this point - that woman he'd seen before practically had razor wire in her smile and he wasn't about to dismiss someone who looked that goddamn dangerous in a cocktail dress.

It turned out Len was skating under the dress code, after all. Under the parka he wore a black button down silk shirt and black slacks, but no tie. His only jewellery a thick silver pinkie ring on his right hand, but the watch on his own wrist was nearly as expensive as Lucifer's.

"Anyway, sorry, it wasn't my intention to steal anything tonight, but sometimes you see an opportunity. Apparently I'm a little off my game. Must be the scotch." He shrugged and leaned over to snag the glass apparently meant for him. He eyed it suspiciously, shifting in Lucifer's lap to lounge like he had no intention of getting up any time soon. "Is this drugged? That'd be rude."

"It should. Lucifer's a lovely name." Someone was biased, of course. And it was certainly better than an earlier one that he never wanted to hear again.

His grip changed, becoming more a loose pretense of a hold when the parka was shrugged down. Considering what Decker wore in here, Leonard was practically overdressed and he found himself amused at the thought. Another sip, then he gave the man a twitch of a brow as he settled his gaze on him. "Are you making an accusation that I need to drug anyone for any reason in my own club? I can assure you, I neither want nor need to. Drugs in general, however, can be fun -- and found, if that's your preference. Slipping it in? Goes against Dad's consent rules, so no."

Len's eyes went cold, calculating for a moment, like two chips of ice set beneath furrowed brows. But he decided Lucifer was actually telling the truth, and sipped at the glass. Wow, okay, so apparently Luci was hiding the good stuff behind the bar. And he had thought the other stuff was good.

"Drugs aren't my thing," he declared. "But thanks for the offer."

"So," he said, toying with the glass in his hand. He did have a tendency to fidget when nervous, and for all his appearance of languid grace, he was somewhat nervous. Screwing up wasn't his style, and he had definitely screwed up tonight. "What's it gonna take for you to forget my little indiscretion?"

He watched the little changes, the calculation, the acceptance, the fidgeting, and he found it all amusing. Humans. So fun to play with. And Maze wanted to go back to Hell... Clearly she needed to do a little more playing herself.

Another sip, then he set the glass down and rested his hand on one of Leonard's knees. Not high up, not gripping tightly, just a casual place to rest it, but he was curious if it would have the same effect on Leonard that it would on most women he knew. Seemed the man didn't have a problem with physical proximity with another male -- that usually indicated something specific. "I suppose I could be convinced to look the other way if someone were to give me a good enough reason. Tell me, Leonard, what can you do for me, mm?"

Len's eyes flicked to the hand on his knee, though he didn't mind its presence. He had no idea if Lucifer swung in his direction, but given that the man had weekly co-ed orgies in his mansion apparently, he had some expectation that probably he at least wasn't homophobic.

"Depends on what you want," Len said, arching a brow. He wasn't in the habit of selling sexual favours, and that part of him that still feared his father's drunken rampages doubted that Lucifer actually would be interested in what was under the long-sleeved shirts he wore.

But shit, he really did want this man. The intensity of his own physical desire surprised and slightly frightened him. He swallowed an insane urge to just offer to blow him. No, he was better than that. He shifted uncomfortably and looked away, trying to master himself and stuff down the voice that said who cared? Getting your lips around whatever was in Lucifer's pants had to be worth the indignity of getting down on your knees in public.

He shuddered slightly with a rush of self-loathing at the direction of his own thoughts, and clenched his fists around his glass. "Can we go somewhere?"

Forcing wasn't Lucifer's way. Even coercing an unwilling party wasn't his style -- unless that party was a jerk and needed a little push to do something, like tell him what he wanted to know. But anything else... well. Lucifer could snap his fingers and get someone willing to do what he wanted. He'd never think of pressing the issue.

But as he'd stated before, he wasn't a jedi. He couldn't read minds or fears or motivations. He had to sort that all out for himself, and as he wasn't human and didn't have the same sort of feelings they did (or he told himself he didn't), it was sometimes hard to understand why they did what they did.

Looking down at the material covered knee, Lucifer drew idle little circles on it, patterning nothing so much as just touching because he could. "More to the point, I think it depends on what you're capable of, don't you? Is this... appeasement something that doesn't require an audience? And here I thought you were going to yodel for me." His eyes flicked to the parka, a grin twitching at the corner of his lips as he watched Leonard.

It wasn't that Len was unwilling. He was definitely willing. He ached for it, actually, and only the fact that he wanted it so badly made him terrified to reach for it. Damn, he should've gotten laid before coming here. Or something. How had this gotten so out of hand so quickly?

He looked at that hand on his knee. Studied it. "I'm a thief," he said. "A really good thief. You want something stolen?"

He swallowed, hard. "Or do you want to fuck me?" He'd been going for sarcasm with that one, and tried to tell himself that he his voice didn't go up hopefully at the end of that question. He failed miserably. Shit.

An indulgent look as the idle little pattern drawing slid a little further up Leonard's leg. "Not at the moment, no, but if I happen to need sticky fingers, I'll keep you in mind."

There was something to the tone of the man's voice, as if he was asking and not wanting to ask at the same time. Humans were so strange, always trying to avoid doing what they genuinely wanted to do. "Do you want me to? I have seen you eying everything reasonably pretty in here tonight. You seem to like Maze," his head jerked, indicating the dark-skinned woman he'd been looking at when he'd tumbled into his lap in the first place. "Though, I wouldn't suggest it right now. She'd eat you alive. She's in a mood."

Len's breathing sped up slightly as Lucifer's hand slid further up his leg. Yeah, of course he didn't want anything stolen. That would have been far too convenient.

He looked away again, pretending he was looking for Maze in response to that suggestion. "No way am I trawling for that barracuda, I'm not that stupid." He fell silent again, brows furrowing, staring at the glass in his hand. "You don't want to." Because hadn't he just offered? And Lucifer was pushing him on his bartender. But that wasn't terribly surprising. Len was a reasonably attractive man, but he was in his forties and Lucifer was as gorgeous a piece of ass as he had ever seen.

"When did I say that? Do you need to get your hearing checked?" Humans. Lucifer tutted, his hand sliding a little further up Leonard's leg until he was gripping his very upper thigh. "Merely giving you the option, Parka Prince. I prefer my bedmates willing, not looking at me as if I'm going to rav-- no, that's not true. I do like ravaging and I do like when they like that, but you look like you think I'm going to eat you."

His smile went purely wicked then, Lucifer's eyes flicking down along the man's body. "Well, I might, but not in a cannibalistic way, mind you."

"If you're going to call me by a stupid nickname at least call me Captain Cold," Len said, his breathing speeding up as Lucifer all but groped him.

Len wasn't afraid of what Lucifer might do in bed - he'd been to prison. He was anticipating humiliation. Disappointment. "I'm willing. Fuck." He shifted closer and kissed the other man, deeply, arms curling around his neck and with a little parting nibble to the lower lip that promised Len knew very well how to use his mouth.

Then he made to rise. "But I'm not bending over this table for you, so let's get this over with somewhere private."

Lucifer would have laughed at that, and refused to agree, but there were lips on his and he did enjoy affectionate attention. The kiss was skilled, not sloppy, and full of promise and he made a pleased little sigh when Leonard parted from him and made to rise.

"Ah, so, you're a bit shy, mmm? I suppose that means I should leave the others down here and make this a private endeavor, yes?" If Leonard thought Lucifer was the type to just 'bend someone over a table', he might be pleasantly surprised. The Lord of Hell enjoyed teasing. And foreplay. And long drawn out sessions that left the other party unable to use their legs properly. Especially when he was in the comfort of his own home. Which, as he rose and lifted his glass to his lips to finish its contents, he would be when he brought Leonard upstairs. "Stairs to your left leads to a private elevator. After you," he said, reaching for the man's discarded coat and handing it off to Maze.

Len glanced back at the other man, scowling at the mention of others. "I don't do parties."

This was such a bad idea.

He walked to the stairs, appreciating the open invitation to learn more about the place, though he suspected he'd have to abandon all thought of robbing Morningstar for now. Though this all did just make it more of a challenge, which meant it was even more interesting to consider stealing from him.

Another night, though.

He stepped into the elevator and waited for the other man, but the moment they were in motion and the doors were closed, he closed the distance between them and ran his fingers up Lucifer's chest, undoing buttons with deft fingers.

"So I'm gathering." They made it into the elevator and he had a lean body pressed up against his, fingers sliding buttons free of his shirt. Lucifer returned the favor, though he made his actions slower in direct contrast to Leonard's. A tease of playing with the button, then he slowly pushed it through the hole capturing it before moving on to the next.

There was little Lucifer had that he cared about enough not to just give away if someone wanted it, especially if it could gain him a favor in return. Leonard might wind up leaving later that night -- or the next morning, with that watch in his pocket. Time would tell.

The doors dinged open and Lucifer hooked his finger in the waistband of Leonard's pants, tugging him in and leaning in to give him a quick and almost chaste kiss before slipping past him into his suite. "Drink? Or have you had enough tonight?"

Len tensed when Lucifer undid the buttons of his shirt, but for now he was still covered and the tension eased somewhat when those long fingers hooked in his waistband instead. He was feeling very uncertain, used to being completely in control during his liaisons and generally simply paying to scratch the itch when he had it.

He followed the other man into the apartment and looked around with practiced attention. "I think I've had more than enough, but I won't be offended if you have one." He resisted a desire to button up his shirt again, instead taking a seat on the sofa and folding his arms across his chest. "Did I pull you away from working?"

"No," he said as he went over to the bar to grab himself a drink. If Lenny thought that behind the bar was top level, he'd be surprised yet again at what he kept in his personal stock.

Drink poured, he sauntered over to the couch, setting his glass down and moving to shrug out of his jacket as he did, shirt still on and spread, mimicking Leonard's actions. "Would you really care if you had?"

"I might be smug about it," Len said with a smirk.

Now that Lucifer was sitting, he scooted over and slipped his arms around the other man's neck again, seeking another kiss, less chaste than the last. The shirt spread slightly at the move and if Lucifer looked, he'd see a hint of scars revealed. Lewis Snart, Len's father, had been diligent in teaching his son to steal, using fists and broken bottles and even knives to drive the lessons home.

What he didn't see, he'd feel as his hand moved to slide under the shirt. His fingers were deft, gentle as they skimmed over marks and scars that outlined what made the man so cautious better than words ever could. It didn't make him draw back. If anything, he deepened the kiss, hand continuing to move over Leonard's scarred skin, testing the waters to see if any of the marks caused pain or if they were more sensitive, like his own. "Nothing wrong with smug," he murmured, nipping at Leonard's lower lip as his other hand moved to tug the man closer.

Len tensed up, freezing and all but vibrating with the tension when Lucifer not only touched the scars but began to explore them. Nothing caused pain - not physical pain, anyway - but to his surprise, this gorgeous man who could have anyone didn't even blink.

He slowly relaxed, reassured as Lucifer even pulled him closer. "I'm told I'm generally too smug, but they just don't understand how amazing I am," he joked, struggling to gather up his dignity and form his armour again.

His own hands moved liberally, pushing Lucifer's shirt off of his shoulders. His mouth moved down, kissing and biting his way down Lucifer's neck.

"Funny, I'm told the same thing." Especially by a certain Detective. Rude.

When Leonard actually relaxed enough to move, to lean into him and to push at his shirt, Lucifer reached for his hips, pulling him to straddle his lap, which would just make a little make out session with physical exploring easier on both of them. He tipped his head to the side, feeling that pleasant shiver of sensation when teeth caught at his skin, his hands skimming up under Leonard's shirt before he had to remove them to let his own shirt slide off.

Len did chuckle at that. He shifted easily to straddle Lucifer's thighs, fisting a hand in his soft hair and tugging back to molest that column of Lucifer's neck, using his teeth more liberally and frustrated when he couldn't quite seem to leave a mark.

"You're nothing to sneeze at, handsome," he allowed.

His scars were on the back as well, some old welts from beatings with a belt. He shrugged out of his shirt and let it fall, baring his pale torso to Lucifer's eyes and hands.

Lucifer had scars of his own, but as he was sitting with his back to the couch, it was doubtful Leonard could see them. But if his hands wandered... well, they were hard to miss. Lucifer's eyes skimmed down over the crisscrossing marks, fingers following as he outlined a few. He didn't say anything about them, didn't ask, as it was evident they were old marks and likely still raw in terms of conversation pieces, but he didn't avoid touching them. He turned his head to let his teeth nip lightly at the curve of a shoulder, stubble rasping against soft skin as he did. "I know."

Ah, Lucifer. Ever the prideful fallen angel. "I have a feeling you don't get out much, do you, Chilly Willy?" What? It was close to Captain Cold...

"Cold." The word is hissed through clenched teeth. Lucifer isn't the only one who suffers the sin of pride. "I'm not much into tanning. Sensitive skin."

His hands do dip down and brush over some pretty significant scars.

"Little overrated, don't you think? Basting oneself to look all nice and golden brown. Unless there are cannibals around, I find it rather pointless." He slid his hands around to Leonard's back, skipping up along his spine with light touches.

Why did he keep mentioning cannibals? That was a rather unfortunate fixation.

Of course, Len's best friend was a serial arsonist, so who was he to really judge?

"Yeah. Honestly, I'm not a fan of the heat. I like the chill a lot more," he purred. "This city's driving me nuts."

He breathed out as Lucifer's talented fingers danced up his spine, arching his back slightly. He was hard as a rock by now, aching and needy, and the touch of mouths and hands to skin above the waist just didn't seem enough.

"You want me to get on my knees?" he murmured into Lucifer's ear.

"Feel free to fiddle with the AC if you like. I don't mind most temperatures." Said the man who lived in Hell. He felt the way Leonard arched under his touch, his lips trailing down to the rise of his chest, nipping and leaving light kisses along it.

He felt the impatience in the other man's touch, smiling to himself at the offer. "Why, would you like to? Or we can take it to the bed, if you prefer. Or the bath. I'm rather accommodating."

"I've noticed that," Len replied, a touch of bemusement in his tone. He had never met a guy quite like Lucifer, that was for sure. For someone with the kind of reputation this guy had, he wasn't trying to exploit or push Len into anything.

Thing was, Len was also a giver. Strangely, for a guy who made his living stealing other people's stuff, he was a man who gave his undying loyalty to some, and could be extremely protective. He would walk through hellfire to save a member of his crew, even if he didn't like them.

"Yeah, I'd like to," he decided, his hands dropping to Lucifer's fly and unzipping it, as he scooted back and dropped down to kneel before the devil.

"Well then, who am I to argue with desire?" Who indeed? He did so love drawing it out in others, and maybe later, he'd draw a little more out of this one, find out what it was that he truly wanted that didn't involve less clothing and more touching. But for the moment, Lucifer would allow himself a moment of selfish indulgence. If Leonard wanted to give, Lucifer would take -- until the shoe was on the other foot

"You just want to do whatever I want, huh?" Len asked wryly. He didn't trust that, but more he was maybe just a touch disappointed. Len liked a challenge, and the push and pull, though he was a control freak and wanted to come out on top. But what was the fun in being on top if the other person just went ahead and pushed you up there.

Ah well. Lucifer was still incredibly hot, and he still couldn't wait to get his lips around his cock.

He drew the other man out of his pants, stroking his shaft with his fingers slowly and teasingly. "Don't you have any desires of your own, Luci?"

"Plenty." He could hear the disappointment in Leonard's voice, smirking slightly as he lay his arms out along the back of the couch. He wouldn't allow non-reciprocation long, but he'd see how long he could manage just having something done to him. Many things he may be, but a selfish lover was not one of them.

He was already hard, uncut and long with enough girth to even it out. He watched Leonard slip down between his legs with heated eyes, fingers tapping along the edge of the couch as he counted down to when he'd play back. "I'm curious about yours, Chilly Willy. What sort of things does a thief desire?"

Len bent and flicked his tongue over the head of that uncut, perfect prick. What a masterpiece. It really was ridiculous.

But then Lucifer went and called him that stupid name again. "Call me Cold," he growled, with real annoyance now. "Or use my name. Or fuck off. I do have your dick very close to my teeth."

For now, he ignored the question. Without Lucifer using his power of suggestion on him, he wasn't inclined to bare his soul.

That might come soon enough, but for now, he enjoyed that growl and that show of annoyance. He was used to it, after all. There was also the added thrill of what exactly could human teeth do to an angel dick? If bullets couldn't do more than ping off him, what would teeth do? To that? He was almost tempted to goad him into reacting like that, but he was also enjoying the promise of things to come.

It was hard being the Devil. Really. "It's a silly name. Cold. Might as well call you Cake. Or Snowflake."

"It's not as silly as Chilly Willy, for god's sake," Len retorted. "Anyway, it's my supervillain name, and not everyone gets one of those. A do-gooding nerd who works with the Flash gave me the name, and if I'm going to be called anything, it might as well be that. I suppose he earns the right, since I nearly froze his brother's fingers off."

He knew it was ridiculous. Cisco Ramon was ridiculous for naming him anything.

He loved it, and he had from the first moment he'd found out that was what they were calling him now.

"I don't know. Chilly Willy kind of grows on you. And it'd be interesting to have one, don't you think? Supervillain, mm? With a cock of ice, using it to freeze all his enemies mid-coitus?" He couldn't help it, really. Leonard had all but served it up on a platter. He was laughing, head tipped back for a moment as he thought about it. "Talk about a real cocksicle, mm? I wonder what flavor you'd be."

Okay, despite his very real annoyance and the pride he took in his status as one of the most badass and successful criminals in Central City, Len couldn't help but smile at that. "Sounds like someone I'd badly like to fuck, not to be," he retorted. "And I'd definitely be vanilla-flavoured." His favourite flavour of ice cream. So long as it had rainbow sprinkles on it.

Hmph. Well, there was really only one way to win this argument, and that was to distract the jerk so thoroughly that he'd forget all about it.

So he just leaned forward and swallowed Lucifer's very fine - and not at all icy - cock.

Lucifer was very good at multitasking, though he could easily get distracted when he let himself. It was a pleasure to watch that smirking mouth open wide and take him in whole, to feel the heat and wetness envelop him as he watched it, teeth catching on his lower lip as he let out a soft hum. "I suppose that depends on who was pitching and who was catching, mm? Be amazing to find out just where one could get frostbite from something like that."

Sorry, Leonard, but it'd take more than an adroit mouth to get him to shut up.

Damnit.

Len snorted and hollowed his cheeks, sucking as his head began to bob up and down. His hands reached up and slid up Lucifer's thighs, then hooked in his waistband and tugged down, trying to divest him of his clothes entirely without stopping what he was doing.

He could multitask, too. Sort of.

He also gave Lucifer the finger, though he couldn't stop himself from smiling around the obstruction in his mouth at the same time.

He had to lift up just a little to let his pants and boxers be pulled down, trying not to choke the poor boy while he did. But eventually, Italian wool was pulled down long legs and he let his eyes wander over the half-naked body in front of him.

"I hope you don't think I'm going to be the only fully nude one here -- and we'll get to that soon enough, don't worry." He nodded at the finger jutting up at him, indicating what 'that' was. Fuck him? Oh, it would happen. Hell, they might just take turns, if Leonard could keep up with him.

Len rumbled noncommittally. Now that his shirt was off, he didn't much care about getting the rest of the way naked. But maybe he wasn't going to make things so easy for Lucifer.

In fact, he had every intention of not letting him come right now, working him right to the edge. He was pretty damn good at sucking cock, actually, and he was applying all of his skill at the moment, using tongue and lips and even a little teeth to stimulate and tease.

As for keeping up with Lucifer, that was less certain, depending on the guy's stamina. He was only human, after all.

Leonard was soon to learn what sort of a mouthful he'd gotten himself into. If he thought he was leaving before the sun came up... well. Well, Leonard.

Lucifer made no pretense at hiding that he was enjoying himself, a hand coming up to play at the short, buzzed cap of hair on Leonard's head, feeling the bristles tickle over his palm as he slid a leg along the man's side. "I'm quite happy to rip them off if you won't take them off yourself."

Len grinned and lifted his head, the cock slipping from his lips. He continued to stroke, keeping up the stimulation without pause. "You break it, you buy it," he purred.

Then he dropped his head down again, his swollen lips closing around Lucifer's dick and his cheeks hollowing out once more. He lifted a hand to delve between Lucifer's legs, rolling his balls between chilled fingers.

"Easily done. I'm sure I've got better in my closet you can have," said somewhat breathlessly, head tipping back again and thighs spreading wider as those cooler fingers played over the heated globes between his legs. "Soon, Snowflake. I'd like to return the favor."

[Short skirts, they were both a blessing and an annoyance. They gave easy access and there was always the need to tug it down, feeling like it was riding up too dangerously close to giving away the goods. And the goods weren't quite wrapped in a nice package, they were definitely feeling a bit of a breeze. Chloe still didn't feel like she fit in with the crowds that came and went in Lux, and maybe that was a reason for why she'd skirted herself away to a booth closer to the dimmer, quieter corners of the club. This was something she'd given a lot of thought to over the last few days, thinking back on some of the things they'd talked about trying. It wasn't something she'd normally ever consider but tonight she was feeling a little daring.

Hence the skirt, the low cut of her top, the heels and already messy hair.

Knowing how he liked to mingle and walk his domain when it was a busy night, Chloe didn't fire off a sneaky little text at first. But she also knew that he wouldn't immediately find her after the last time she had snuck her way in. It helped to keep any unwanted prospects away, sitting there with a drink in front of her, pretending to be more interested in scrolling through whatever was on the screen, eventually pulling him up as a contact.]

Anyone home? You'll never guess where I am.

[He'd always love watching his little humans play in his club. He loved pushing those buttons of desire and walking away, witnessing the fallout of it from across the club. He felt hands slide over his chest and shoulders in invitation; sometimes a little lower than that by very forward parties. He never minded it, but he'd found himself declining each invitation lately. Maze glowered at him from the end of the bar. It was one thing for him to play at being human and enjoy his time on earth. Apparently for her, it was a completely different thing for him to become all but celibate. She told him that if he kept it up, he might as well just regrow his wings and rejoin the Heavenly host if he was going to keep being such a prude.

But it wasn't about modesty or lack of desire. His focus was just more pinpointed on a certain individual lately. Other parties were still lovely and enticing... He just didn't want to play. Or, more to the point, he did, but he knew that doing so would bother Chloe, and that bothered him.

Humans. He was softly shaking his head as he ruminated over what his life had become when he heard the quiet ping of his phone, pulling it out and seeing the message. His features lit in a soft smile and he tapped away with his thumbs.]

Naked on my bed with a riding crop and high heeled stilettos?

You would hope for that. I'm not upstairs but I am around. If you can find me.

[Sliding down in the booth seat was an option. Too bad she would look silly doing it. Another option would be to lay out along the seat but again, she'd feel silly. So Chloe would sit right where she was and see how long it would take for him to come around to her end of the club and find her. Hopefully before someone else did.

Chloe had one desire right now and that was to find him and take him upstairs. Away from the bass and the crowds. Get him pinned on his bed and enjoy herself. It had been a long week. She needed the stress relief. Or just to be around him, banter, tease, touch. An odd mix of need and feelings as they weren't exactly what she would call exclusive.]

[Ooh. The little minx. Sending him on a chase. And he was in just the mood for one, eyes lifting from the phone to look around the bar. Nothing at first glance, but the hunt was on.]

You know I will.

[It was inevitable now, and they both knew it. The real question was, what was he going to do when he found her? He kept his phone in hand in case she decided to make anymore cheeky comments, slinking away from the bar and starting to work around it from the edges. His eyes sought out the dark corners, since he highly doubted she'd make it so easy as splaying herself out on the piano -- though, there was a lovely thought.]

I wouldn't get too cocky if I were you or you really won't find me.

[She could see him, spying him through the bodies on the dance floor. He was beginning to close in. Before he could look her way she made sure to slink down in the plush seat, a smile hidden, lip bitten. That same question also crossed her mind, what oh what would happen when he slid in next to her.

For now Chloe was too amused watching the ladies brush at his shoulder or arm in attempts to stop and grab his attention. The brightness on her phone was turned down as to not give her away.]

A redhead, nice. She really wants your attention, maybe stop and talk to her for a minute. Tell her how nice she looks tonight.

[Slow sip of her drink. She felt almost like a voyeur at the moment. A cheeky one. And hey, that piano option was always still open, a lovely thought of the cool surface under her, her creamy skin standing out against gloss black.]

Last time I checked, you liked my cock.

[He couldn't help it. She'd left that one open. But he kept glancing around the club, looking at the darker shapes in the shadows until he felt that buzz in his hand that let him know she'd sent a reply. Ah, so she could see him. He replied to that by taking the hand of said redhead and giving it a light kiss, sending her off with a smile as his eyes fixed on something over her shoulder. A single figure in a booth, slouching as if trying not to be seen.

Aha.]

My attentions are currently elsewhere and I've got a craving for blonde.

[With that, he moved again, slipping into the crowd to lose himself so he could sneak up to where he'd seen that slouching figure, hopefully unseen.]

[Oh. So she had left that one open. That was okay. His response made her snort into her drink. There was no denying it, she did have a certain appreciation for his cock. It couldn't be helped. It felt great in her hands, in her mouth, and felt more than good going in -- it felt amazing.]

Blondes are nice. Fake busty blondes, not so much. When they're mostly all natural, that's the best.

[Chloe made the mistake of looking down at her phone to type that up, finding that he as now nowhere in sight when she looked up again. She found the redhead easily but no Lucifer. Her eyes narrowed and she leaned a little forward in the booth. Where did he go...? Now she was too focused on scanning the dance floor for a devilishly handsome fella, somewhat difficult with the amount of good looking men roaming the floor on the prowl for someone of their own for the night.]

...dammit.

[He looked at his phone and saw the reply, grinning to himself as he crept closer along the edge of the club. He saw the moment she noticed he was gone, saw her leaning forward to look for him and he slid around one body, then another, until he was close enough that he could slip into the booth in a fluid motion, leaning into her as he did, mouth close to her ear.]

There's something to be said for enhancements, but I've gained a preference for something more natural... with a little bite.

[He did a superb job on scaring her, startling her so much that she gasped out loud and her phone slipped down to her lap and off to the crevice between them. Chloe had jumped, and her heart had leapt up into her throat. That was completely unfair.]

-- Lucifer!

[Turning towards him when he spoke, his mouth nearly brushed hers, caught at her cheek as she leaned back and gave him as hard a shove as she could. Seriously!]

[He laughed. He couldn't help it. The indignant look on her face had a smile spreading over his. He reached for her phone, picking it up and holding it out to her with an unrepentant grin.]

I thought we were playing a game; who could be the most sneaky? Did I win?

Looks that way.

[The phone was taken from him and placed on the table, reaching for her drink instead to take a long sip. To help with getting her heartbeat back under control.]

I'm guessing you now want a reward?

I certainly wouldn't say no -- especially if the reward came from you. What were you thinking? A kiss? Maybe a promise for something... later?

A kiss would be too easy, and I doubt it would satisfy you for long enough. Maybe a little something...more.

Mm, I like the idea of more.

[He leaned on the hand closest to her, letting his eyes drift down over her before meeting her gaze.]

What did you have in mind?

You might have to find that out for yourself...

[If he wanted to get his hands on her, he'd find that she wasn't wearing anything on top and bottom. Thank god she kept up on keeping things perky, her shirt tight enough at the chest to show she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Quite a bit bold for her tastes.

Like leaning in to kiss the edge of his jaw, secretly pleased to feel the faint scratch of stubble under her lips. They were in a dark enough corner that no one would pay much attention to two figures sitting close.]

Oh?

[He was tempted, but he'd noted her dislike of doing anything where people could see. He wasn't sure if it was because she was just modest or because of it being him, and he found the latter idea bothered him more.

He did note the perk of her nipples against her shirt, defined in such a way that let him know she was going without a bra and it made his eyes flit down to her thighs, wondering if she'd opted to go double commando. Then his thoughts were distracted yet again with that light brush of her lips, his own pulse picking up as he turned just enough to let his nose brush against the edge of her cheek.]

And how would you like me to do that?

There are a few options.

[Her lips took the liberty of roaming slow, open-mouthed kisses up to his ear where she nuzzled on a low sound that she knew would tease him. She added a slight nip and her body turned more towards his, her body language easily readable in a way that clearly said she was into him, that she wanted him.]

Okay, maybe there's only two. The third I can't see happening, which has to do with either one of us under the table on our knees.

The third's only taken out due to the tables being far too low for either of us to fit under comfortably, but let's say that I had no idea what the other two ideas were... why not tell me?

[That noise had him feeling a pulse of heat go through him, that tingling settling nicely between his legs, starting him at a low burn as he felt himself react to her like he did so often lately. Since they'd started sleeping together, his response to her was generally 'mildly aroused', a state that only increased drastically at the merest hint of reciprocation from her. This? Far more than a hint and his desire was flaring brightly.]

Or I could just show you...

[Chloe slid her hand down over his to draw it up onto her thigh, tracing a finger around each of his knuckles for a moment before she guided him to slip in between her thighs. He would receive another low noise, burying the sound close to his ear, the daring act making her feel the pulse of heat. His entire hand was hot against her skin, her leg closest to him widening some to let him get to where she wanted him to be.

He would find some dampness if he chose to go right in, but other than that he would find a heat that could sear even his own.]

You could...

[All but whispered as she brushed her lips close to his ear, her fingers tickling around the backs of his as she led it up those smooth, soft thighs to--]

Bloody hell.

[That heat he'd been feeling low in his gut flared into something that threatened to consume him. He had a very real image in his mind of laying her down on the booth and fitting between her legs, burying himself inside her in some primal need he shouldn't have to claim her, make her his in front of the entire club. He wanted with a rush that had his hand shaking as it slid up and he cupped her.]

Have I told you how much I love it when you try to surprise me? I think I should. Naughty Chloe is likely my favorite version.

[His middle finger parted her folds, dipped into her as he felt his cock go from mildly interested to fully erect, tenting his pants and making him twist in his seat to settle his legs more comfortably.]

'Try'? [She had to snort and it morphed into a hoarse moan, hand wrapping around his wrist as she pressed her face against his cheek to breathe in whatever scent he carried with him that evening. Her body throbbed into the hand that cupped her so firmly, shivering at the heat that burned her.] It worked, and if only you could see the look on your face right now.

[Or really hear the breathlessness in his voice, how husky it had gotten from taking his wonderful surprise in stride. Could he hear the same change in her tone? It was as his finger pushed into her that she was the one who shifted on her seat and beginning to get ready to kneel up -- with some careful maneuvering.

This would work so much better if she could get closer, if she could kneel over him. They might have a little more privacy that way. And Chloe wanted to taste his mouth, free hand at his jaw to pull him to her.]

[Lucifer was no stranger to the sounds women, and men, made while feeling pleasure. He was surprised to note that her sounds seem to slice right through him, to actually affect him as if they were physical things. The slight catch of her breath had his eyes closing, and that muffled sigh and the husky tone in her voice had his hand cupping her more firmly, finger sliding in deeper as he sought out that spot -- until she moved. Bloody woman...]

If it's validation and praise you're looking for, consider it given. I'll get up on the damn piano and sing a song to how naughty you can be and how very much I like it.

[And every word of it was gospel, a look of raw need and hunger on his face when she moved up a little, his eyes meeting hers before she was close enough for him to kiss. To taste. He always wanted her, like a low craving that flared with coy little looks or the curve of her ass when she bent over. Little things that he knew she didn't do intentionally, but that drew him in like nectar for a bee.]

[She wasn't going to sit still for too long. By now it should've been clear to him how she operated. Always putting a tiny little wrench in his plans, making him work for something without meaning to.]

I'll only agree to this if you don't mention any names. Make something up...

[She leaned up, leg swinging over his lap, and leaned over him. Tasting him was her first priority, and Chloe delved deep on a moan she buried into his mouth. She fed into her own craving and need, a hand cupping the back of his head, floffy hair gripped in her fingers. Hunger consumed her for a few moments, and why not let it?

He tasted and smelled too good not to.]

My skirt better not be riding up— I don't need to be flashing anyone.

[He would have laughed at where the conversation was going, Chloe Decker allowing not only a song from him, but one all but serenaded to her in a crowded club, but it was a little hard to keep that edge of amusement when her mouth was on his and her tongue slid against his, when she had his arms automatically moving to wind around her, to pull her in like she was his and he was just reclaiming her. All the better when he felt her leg swing over, when she was a presence hovering over his lap and he could feel the ache in his cock as he wished for a moment he could just will the fabric away, knowing that it was only what he had on that separated them.

When she made that little remark, his hand slid down her back, gliding over her ass to give it a squeeze as he mumbled back to her.]

I feel skirt, not skin, so I think you're good, love.

Let's keep it that way. [She murmured it in a way that was like a challenge, as though she was challenging him.] You think you can do that?

[If they weren't seated on the main level of a busy club, she would be tugging her shirt off and guiding his mouth down to her breast. Lay back on the table and spread her legs, pull him in to hold his face right up against her. Chloe bit at his bottom lip, hands moving down between them for his belt, lowering down to sit and get comfortable.]

You're hard...

[Smugly mumbled that ended on a sighing breath, the skirt riding up closer to her hips as she rocked against him. It was discreetly done, the height of the table enough to hide her from the waist down.]

[It was official: Lucifer very much liked naughty minx Chloe. When she was playful, he loved to go along with it, but when she was confident and aroused as well... It was a potent mix he didn't want to try to fight against. He had the same wants she did, his mind already drifting to getting her naked and having his fill of her -- and then some, but her comment had him laughing against her lips, his hand squeezing her ass as he did.]

You say that as if you're surprised. When am I not around you, mm? Especially when... well. That look in your eye is hard to resist, Detective.

[She was going to be his undoing, one way or another. But he held to her little game, making sure that her skirt didn't shift up too far, lids heavy as he moved to drag his lips along her jaw.]

[Her hands stilled over his belt as his lips moved over her skin. Chloe closed her eyes and leaned into the touch on a low moan, enjoying it for a moment. Dragging kisses were good, especially when they teased over certain areas, like a good build up to something promising. Which was almost most of the time with him. ]

Who said I was surprised. I was just stating the obvious, and that I like it. But for that look in my eye... [Chloe muffled a laugh against his cheek, smiling, his belt now opened and pulled apart.] I think you're seeing things.

[Button flicked open she tugged at his shirt, and wasted no time in sliding her hand in. She teased him, pushed him further, fingers brushing through coarse hair to feel the hot skin of his cock against her knuckles. Brief, barely there brushes, that was all she gave him, index and middle finger parting on either side of the base like a 'V', sliding down to tease lower at his balls. Poor guys, confined to all those layers, tucked in with no real breathing or playing room.]

I see things very clearly at the moment.

[Though, what he saw was an aroused Detective on his lap, all but grinding against him before she decided that he needed to join her in a semblance of undress. He felt his pants tugged open, making no move to stop her as his mouth instead kissed invisible marks into her skin, little claims of ownership that he was unaware of.

Then her hand slid into his pants and he let out a soft moan, fingers sliding under the hem of her shirt to play lightly just along the crack of her ass, drifting down to hotter skin as he felt himself throb against those teasing fingers of hers.]

I take it you'd like me not to draw attention to the fact that your hands are in my pants?

That would be appreciated. I'd rather avoid any unnecessary attention.

[But how they were going to get the ball rolling without really making a scene or making it obvious, that was another story. If she kept herself tucked in close then no one should be able to see that she was already in the process of easing him out of his pants, both hands wrapping in time to feel the way he throbbed.

Oh, he was hard, boy was he ever

Chloe shied her hips forward on a sharp inhale, each little mark he kissed passing right through her. The touch he teased between her legs brought her focus right to it and she squeezed what she held. She couldn't believe she was even considering this but right now, she wanted him, and it was a daring move on her part.]

Let's try to make this as inconspicuous as ever.

[He drew back from kissing over her, eyes on her face as he felt his breath catch in his throat. Was she going to-- well. It seemed she was. If possible, he felt himself throb harder, her hand around him like a promise of things to come and he let out a soft little groan, leaning in to flick his tongue over her lips.]

I'm not certainly I can promise anything. I tend to lose myself with you and I'll admit, I'm incredibly turned on by the fact you want to do this here. Now. Rather brazen, Detective. I love it.

I can tell. [And really, it wasn't exactly a bad thing. She'd already gotten him out, was stroking him with slow passes of both her hands. Her tongue came out to brush against his, leaning in for a full kiss.] Though I'm a little worried about how we're going to do this. I've never done this so out in the open, I...don't even think it's going to work since the point is to make it seem like we're just sitting here and making out like that couple over there...

[Not on the verge of filling herself up with his cock.

Chloe shifted forward on her knees, hips lowering to get him in under her skirt. The other tricky part was sitting on him and not having her skirt push up over her ass. Keeping that in place could be his job.]

[He loved... well, everything about her. He loved her mouth; the way it curved when she smiled and thought wicked thought, the way it stretched wide when she took his cock into it, the way she laughed and the sounds she made when he filled her. He loved her hands; how they always touched him with a sort of yearning he felt himself, how they gripped him with firm strokes, how they guided him into her, how her nails dug into skin and left marks on him, made him bleed sometimes in a way that still fascinated him. He loved her eyes and the way they saw everything, saw him and wanted him for him and not for any innate ability he had. She made him weak and yet infinitely invulnerable all at the same time and he couldn't get enough of it.]

I couldn't care less what anyone else thought, or how it looked. We can leave, if you wish, though I admit this is... incredibly distracting. And intoxicating... Frankly, the thought of not being inside you in the next moment makes me want to break something.

[Really, it was a good thing she had picked the more darker corner of Lux for this, surprised it hadn't been taken over when she showed up to claim it. For a moment Chloe wanted to tune everyone and everything out, focus everything on Lucifer and how she felt like the space between them was burning up already with but a few petting strokes and kisses. His words, his need and his impatience, it all made her ache and she rested her brow against his, breath catching softly.]

Okay... Okay.

[The first blind attempt to get him in position failed, bumping him against swollen, sensitive nerves that made her whimper and jump. The second try was more successful, her hips nudging down over his head on a sound that was satisfied and relieved, broken almost as he went in.

God did she ever love that feeling, the one of him stretching her out as he filled her, the way he would watch her so intensely, his grip on her hips, how he would fight to keep from driving himself home into her. And the sounds she could coax out of him were another major turn on, his vulnerability shining through the longer their connection lasted.]

Everyone is going to think they can get away with screwing the club owner if they catch on to us.

Everyone can sod off.

[Growled against her lips, the hand not trying valiantly to keep her skirt in place finding the gap between skirt and shirt and sliding up under it, drifting up over her back and pulling her down more solidly against him. Every time was such a rush, such a new batch of sensations for him to process. It wasn't as if he didn't enjoy sex with others, but due to her ability to cause him pain, to make him feel things more, sex with her was... well, it was just better. It felt like he was touching a live wire every time his body was consumed by hers.

If he'd known this waited for him, he'dve left Hell a lot sooner.]

[She could only respond on a sharp moan half sounded out into his mouth, a hand twisting in the collars of both his shirt and jacket as her body pressed flush to his. His name was breathed out in warning as her hips sat directly over his, body seating itself at his urgency. He was so greedy, but Chloe liked it when he got that way, when his hands grabbed at her, and when his tone turned into low growls.]

You need them. They generate your income― I really don't want to move...

[It was like one little move might set everything off, and she was already turned on enough as it was, breathless and squeezing around him, the high already beginning. For him it was like a live wire, but for her it was a heat that made her near delirious with need.]

Money's never been my concern.

[Bloody hell, she was tight and wet and hot around him and he could feel an aching tingle starting in his balls, his thighs trembling with the desire to move, to lift up into her. He wanted to push the glass off the table in front of them and lay her on it, throw her leg over his shoulder and show her what he wanted. Give her what she wanted. Make her crave him like he seemed to crave her.]

Moving's the fun part, love.

No, you could probably eye-hypnotise any bank teller and get your money that way.

[Chloe shook her head and glanced from the corner of her eye to the occupants of the club as they mingled about, paying them in their little corner no attention. She bit her lip and after a few moments of hesitation, her hips tested him on a slow, subtle rocking. It was too good to pass up, especially when he was absolutely wonderful sitting so snug inside, his pulse from deep within a second out of sync with her own.]

Moving is the dangerous part. I really start moving and our cover is blown. But you feel so good, I can't help it.

[Another day, another time, he'd explain that it wasn't hypnotizing and he couldn't just make someone do something, but that was a far off concern when he felt her hips shift a little, making his breath catch before he let it out on a soft exhale blended in with her name.]

Danger is fun, darling. I could close it and kick everyone out, if you like.

That would involve you standing up and leaving me, let's not. [Then she added on a hushed note, rocking her hips again.] I― I like you right where you are. So don't even think about it.

[Slow and subtle, that was what this was all about. Not drawing attention to themselves and their little corner. She wasn't so confident on that part, most of the time being as she could get vocal, but this was good practice for discretion. And they weren't starting off on a simple handjob under the table either.

Chloe rocked real nice and slow, grinding her hips forward into his, never lifting. She felt an urgency deep inside to lift up and drop down, but this was also fine, toes curling in her heels as she released his collars to move her hand to the back of his neck. Her moan was like an unsteady sigh, eyes hooded and watching him.]

Fair enough.

[Easily agreed to, since the idea of leaving her at the moment was the literal last thing he wanted to contemplate. In fact, if he could stay just as he was for the rest of eternity, he'd consider himself happy.

The fact that she was moving so slowly, barely shifting on him was just a sweet sort of torture that he would gladly endure time and time again.]

Anything in particular set you in this mood? Just so I know what to do for a repeat performance...

Not really. I guess I was just feeling a little bolder than usual and remembered what we had talked about. You know...

[She trailed off on another low sound, satisfied with how the sensations made her warm and tingly, made her want to be even closer to him. Which was impossible as she was as close as she could get to him now.]

On your piano... On one of the bar tables... Bent over your bar... Or just somewhere where we might get caught. Didn't you say it's all fun and adventure that way?

[Chloe rocked a little harder and bit her lip to keep quiet, head tipping back as the pleasure was quick to heat under her skin and flit across her face, body pulsing.]

Mm, yes. We had. And yes, it is.

[She came down on him with a little more force and he repaid her efforts by lifting up just a little bit more off the bench, rocking up into her with a shuddering sigh.]

I just never thought you'd actually go for it. I think I like being proven wrong in this instance.

[Both hands grasped over his shoulders and her own hunched upward with that push, body curling forward. That felt too good that Chloe had to bite back the cry, face nuzzling against his cheek. At least her whimper broke through to tell him how much she had enjoyed that.]

Surprise..?

The best kind. I wouldn't have though you'd have it in you.

[He turned his head to kiss alongside her cheek, nuzzling her and moving his lips down to hers.]</small You feel wonderful. I advocate public surprises every day.

Maybe you should have a little more faith in me.

[She wanted to sink her mouth onto his, kissing him slowly, deeply, hands holding his jaw to keep him close.]

I feel wonderful? You're the one who feels amazing right now.

[His lips were on hers, that one hand trying to keep her skirt down while the other slid up to the back of her neck, holding her there as he worked on slowly devouring her mouth.]

You might be right, Detective. I should have complete and utter faith in your ability to surprise me with public sex.

I mean being able to surprise you at all.

[Thank goodness he was still thinking about trying to keep her covered. Chloe rocked a little harder, breath catching against his mouth, pleased by the grip he had on the back of her neck. There was a beat in the music that seemed to be working on the crowd, one she began to follow along to with her hips, something a little faster now.]

I'm not omnipotent. I can't know what you're going to do until you do it. And for the record? You constantly surprise me. It's part of what makes you so alluring.

Ah, and here I thought it had only to do with the fact that you were mostly attracted to how irritating I was.

[Her hips slowed until she was just sitting still over his lap. She smirked as she began to lean back, elbows resting against the table close behind her as she looked relaxed, casual.]

Oh, that's not what I'm mostly attracted to...

[He watched her lean back, felt the change in angle as she did and gave a small flex of himself inside her.]

It is worth a look or two, though.

It's a little too late for that...

[Considering the position they're in currently. She wiggled her hips at that sensation, squeezed back in retaliation with her muscles. It was a good angle to grind forward with, teasing a hand up her stomach to the curve of her breast pressed out from the low cut.]

Mm, it's never too late for that, love.

[His hand came up to rest over hers, making her squeeze her own breast as he felt his heart pounding in his chest. He adored that she could make him feel like he could be giddy. Like he didn't know what she'd do. He loved... well, he wasn't going to say what he loved because he'd have to look too closely at what that meant.]

You got what you want, right in your lap. What more could you want.

[Okay, a little public groping was safe with her. They were in a bar for Pete's sake. That was expected. Chloe almost wished they were upstairs in his loft, she wanted to feel his mouth on her breast, all over her naked skin. Getting naked right now was something she greatly desired and yet she didn't want to move, skin pricking with the need to breathe.

Head tipping back she watched him from under her lashes, fingers massaging and squeezing at her own breast, a moan trapped in her throat. Dammit. Sitting still now was no longer an option, and her hips began to rock again, pressing down.]

Wish we were upstairs...

That could be arranged, but...

[He felt her tight around him, pushing up with his ass to rock into her just a little harder, a little deeper at that angle with a muffled sigh.]

I think I like the idea of knowing that I'm having you in front of everyone else. Let's them know...

[Know what, exactly? That she was his? The Devil wasn't supposed to play favorites. And yet...]

[Chloe dug her nails into her own skin, the moan coming out then. Delicious tension, it ran up her spine and had her eyes finally closing out the moving lights over the ceiling above, closing him out as she knew he was watching her. The edge of the table bit in against her arm and she rocked again, more harshly.]

The point is so they don't know. What exactly are they supposed to know?

[Really, what was he hoping for?]

Maybe they will if I get you to make that sound you do when you get all riled up.

[Which was what he was going to aim for now. Lucifer had a goal. That goal was making at least their close audience know what was happening. Hers would likely be to counter it. This was going to be fun.]

What sound would that be?

[Countering it would be the plan. She had come in here hoping - hoping - for something that worked with great discretion but boy was she going to end up having to work for it, especially with him. Dammit. This was not going to be fun, maybe the end result would be pleasing.

Chloe leaned forward again, exhale shaky at the sensation of him shifting inside. Her hope was to capture his mouth and work on keeping the both of them quiet by kissing him slowly but greedily.]

That one that's almost like a moan, but with a sweet little sigh in the middle, like you're being caught by surprise by your own pleasure. It's quite a lovely sound. It's one I strive to get you to make.

[Anything else he might say was lost to the feel of her lips on his, his arm going around her, his other hand almost leaving its duty before he remembered himself.]

I love the idea of commando under a skirt, but perhaps next time you could try it with one of those looser material ones. The swishy ones. Less likely to ruck up.

Who said anything about a 'next time'?

[Trusting that he had things under control back there with her skirt, she pressed closer, nipped at the edge of his lip. She wasn't going to give that little moan just yet, not wanting to give him everything he wanted too soon. Instead she lifted her hips and dropped them back down, slowly, breath catching against his mouth.

Chloe could imagine this as the time when she'd taken him for a ride on his couch upstairs, no one else around. She could pretend it was just them, tune everyone out. But when there was the sound of voices practically next to their booth, she turned her face from his to look, distracted.]

[He felt her move, smelled her all around him, knew she was teasing him as much as herself at this point. He licked into the kiss, tasting her until she got distracted and turned her head. He moved to drag his lips up to her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth gently before letting it slide free.]

Please?

[In answer to the 'next time', though really, at this point, it could be in relation to anything.]

[Whoever she was distracted by, looking at them, they got a good look of the arousal on her face when she felt his teeth tease her ear and felt his voice speaking low into the shell. She didn't think the warm breath would tickle, body tensing as she shivered. Chloe had to turn her face away, burying it against his jaw, moaning. Her hips instinctively moved again, rocking into his.]

We're being watched...

[That was a bad thing. Their cover was blown.]

Think they're enjoying the show?

[He gave another flex of his cock inside her, wanting to make her forget that scrutiny for a moment. He wanted her attention on him, on them. He certainly didn't want her to get cold feet, because he also wanted this to be something she felt she could do again. Why? Because it was bloody hot.]

Reeeeally don't want to think about that right now...

[Her attention was on him (how could it go anywhere else with him buried so nicely), but it was hard to focus solely on him when she knew there was another set of eyes watching from the booth over. God, what if they came over and tried to get in on the action? In the middle of the club? Not something Chloe wanted to think about, and yet knowing they had a small audience was somewhat both embarrassing and a bit of a turn on.

She moved harder over him in retaliation, lifting up and sinking back down, prompting that sound he'd been hoping for to be uttered near his ear.]

[While he was usually a 'the more, the merrier' type, he'd find out very quickly that when it came to Chloe, the opposite was true. If the other booth came over, they'd be politely declined and sent on their way. If they ignored it... well. He wasn't above breaking hands that touched what was his. Maze would deal with the fallout.

For their sake it was probably best if they just... stayed over there.

Then thought just sort of melted away when he heard that little gasp, teeth catching at her neck to nip her as he lifted up with a quick snap of his hips.]

Again.

[They were smart, they preferred to stay off to the side and watch, be dirty little voyeurs. They didn't know that she was riding the lap of the club owner himself but it was obvious that there was something going on over there with how closely they were pressed.

—again?

He moved too quick, so suddenly, that she couldn't stop that little moaning gasp from coming out a second time. Her head fell back and a hand went to grip at the back edge of the booth, hips not stopping. Whatever worries she had about them being watched were gone. As long as he kept up the nipping and hip snapping, she wouldn't find herself distracted a second time.]

[Well, if that was the key to keeping her happy and distracted, he would happily use it. He paired the sharp lifts with a flexing of himself to throb inside her, teeth sliding up and down long her neck as the hand not barely monitoring her skirt came around to knead at her breast. He loved her breasts. Truthfully, he loved all of her, but he hadn't quite come to that mental conclusion yet. He just knew that there wasn't a spot on her he didn't want to touch, to put his mouth on, to worship and make his completely.]

[His name came out on a gasp as her head fell forward again, her hand coming up to cover his, their faces brought close. She wanted his mouth on her breast, wanted to feel his teeth biting at her nipple. These were things they couldn't have while they were in the position that they were in and Chloe shakily moaned her disappointment, kneading her hand over his.]

This— this really limits things, just so you know...

And yet it adds such a lovely spice, don't you think? Don't worry, love. I'll make sure all those things you're limited to get done when we go upstairs. You only have to ask.

[As soon as this was done, he'd be chasing her up the stairs to the elevator -- you see if he didn't.]

I just want your mouth on my breast, Lucifer—

[And it frustrated her that that would involve exposing her. What better way to express that frustration than by quickening her hips, movements growing harsher. Discretion be damned. He was promising her things, he was promising that they'd be moving upstairs for more; there was desperation licking close, at this point she would do anything to get them off and get them moving.]

I'm not against that idea at all...

[He let out a shuddering sigh, mouth moving to her neck to leave a mark that she'd have to stutter out an explanation for later at work. Not that he cared. The more people that knew that she was occupied, the better, in his mind.]

Is that the only place you want my mouth?

[He might be sorely disappointed— there was such a thing as make up, she could do a quick and light application and no one would know. Just the two of them. She did, however, tense up on a low moan when his mouth sucked at her, fingers in his hair to hold him there. Too lost to care right then.]

No, at my hip... the back of my neck... inside of...thigh...

[Keep that up and she wouldn't be able to fully concentrate on properly answering.]

Shall we play a game when we get to my quarters of 'how many marks can I leave on the Detective'? I like that game.

[His hand was gripping her skirt to keep it down, hips rocking more quickly to match her pace as he bit up along her jaw, nipped her chin before pulling on her lip with a light bite.]

Sure—

[Her voice stuttered through the word as his hips moved up against her. Did she even know what she was agreeing to? The bite pulled another low sound from her and she reached down to wrap one lapel of his jacket in her grasp. She went suddenly tight and had to turn her face away, hiding it against the crook of his neck.]

I'm close— too close—

Not close enough. Come, love. Tip over that edge for me so I can take you somewhere proper and hear you scream my name.

[She could fight it, she could try to drag it out just a little while longer, but it was that promise of getting out of the busy club so he could get his mouth on her properly that helped tip her over that edge.

Chloe felt her body bear down suddenly only to feel herself soaring with the rush of pleasure as she gripped him tightly. She pressed close, legs squeezing at his sides, holding on while she shuddered through her release, quiet sounds muffled against him.

God, that wasn't fair.]

[He smiled against her skin, teeth flashing against the softness of her throat as he felt her clench around him, knew she'd lost that battle she'd been warring to try to get him to fall first. He'd taken the long fall once already. He had a little more ability to hold on when he wanted to than most. He kissed her, let the stubble on his face leave red marks against her skin as he brushed his cheek over her, moved to look her in the face.]

For future reference? Anytime you want to surprise me like this, consider me on board.

[A moan was huffed out, wiggling over him when his stubble scratched along her jaw and cheek. She sagged gradually into him as she fought to get her breaths back under control, head tipping back to look at him. No, it really wasn't fair. He was still hard as ever inside of her, any little shift from either of them sending a warm tingle of aftershocks low between her legs. A pleasant sensation.]

I'll make sure to think of something else. Unless you have any requests.

Many, but letting you know my favorites would spoil the surprise, wouldn't it? I'd rather see what you come up with all on your own.

[She moved a little and he sighed, flexing himself inside her if only because he loved the reaction it got from her. Post-orgasm Chloe was a very sensitive Chloe, and he was curious how they were going to get all the way upstairs without anyone seeing either his cock, which was going to be a task in itself when she got up, or flashes of her ass -- or more. He had a thought of letting her get up the stairs high enough above him that he could drop down and just bury his face in her ass, lap against juices he knew would be pooled in her folds. He let out a happy little hum at that.]

And if you don't like whatever I scheme up? It'll be a waste.

[Very sensitive, indeed. Finally she straightened away from him and tucked her hair behind an ear. The club was still just as busy as when she'd come in, a glance around over her shoulder showing her more than she needed to know. Dammit, how oh how were they going to get upstairs?

It wasn't like Chloe was going to let him carry her up. He'd done that once, never again.

That little sound he made pulled her attention back to him, brows knitting. He had to be thinking about something...]

...what? Why are you making that sound?

[If the club were clear, he'd just stand up with them still attached and bounce-fuck her all the way up to the elevator, where he'd continue to screw her against the wall until they got to his suite, which would then lead to more sex over the nearest soft place he could lay her on. But, he had a feeling even suggesting that might cut his very favorably looking evening short, so he didn't bother bringing it up.

The look on her face when she asked him that had him grinning.]

What sound? You mean the sound of arousal at the thought of how much I'd like to bury my face between your legs right now? That I could sneak a peek while you go up ahead of me on the stairs? That sound?

My skirt's short but not that short...

[But yes, Lucifer, that sound. That exact sound. Chloe on the other hand bites it back, but her body does a wonderful job on betraying what she thinks and how she feels about that -- squeezing around him, stomach almost bottoming out. Don't tempt her to let fantasy become reality.

Idly her hands fix at the front of his jacket, with his collar. She would love all of what he'd just said.]

We need to figure out, first, how to get out of this booth.

[Such as her beginning to lift her hips, as much as she doesn't want to because having him filling her is so nice right now. Thick and hard, flexing on and off...]

It would be if I bunched it up. That's the joy of skirts, love.

[He watched her, eyes on her hands as she fiddled with his jacket, felt her still tight and warm around him, his own hand lifting to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.]

There's the rub, mm? As soon as you get up, there's a rather prominent part that'll be displayed -- unless you think you can tuck it away quickly. Though, I'll admit, I'm a little afraid of you closing the zip on me. Being as it's you, it's likely to hurt and might cause me a bit of a problem. I rather like that part, thank you. I think you do as well, cheeky minx that you are.

I won't lie, I do like that part of you. I like it a lot.

[Too much for her own good, perhaps. Lucifer had a point, they might not be able to get him tucked in quick enough, but they could try. They could make it a team effort.]

Also, it's pretty dim in here. I don't think anyone's going to be seeing the goods, unless having them out in the open is something you do want.

[Halfway up so far is what she had lifted herself to. The desire to slide back down and ride him all over again was calling to her.]

I don't have a problem with anyone seeing what they're missing. However, it would certainly point out that something's been occurring over here, which I thought you were trying to avoid-- Detective, if you keep that up, I'm going to pull you back down and give you another good shag.

[His eyes slipped pointedly down to where he could see the bottom inch or so of his cock, glistening from her wetness, tongue coming out to dart over his lips.]

And another. And another still. Bloody hell, you drive me to the edge of myself sometimes.

No one will know. I'll make sure of it.

[Oh, what was that? Did he mean this...? This being her hips sinking back down, rolling forward in a single, slow motion. She liked the idea of being screwed again and again. And she loved that she was driving him to the edge. Not the edge of a release but the edge of where he might lose himself, testing his willpower.]

[He let out a low groan, hand moving to the back of her neck to pull her in, to steal a biting kiss even as he gave a rapid few shallow thrusts up into her.]

I'm not certain you can make that promise, Detective.

[He caught her by surprise with the movements, moan gasping and broken against his lips, caught low between them. It would be so easy to give in and let another round take place right where they were. Too easy.]

Not- not if you keep that up...!

[Shit, if she didn't move now then they weren't going upstairs any time soon. Chloe pushed up onto her knees, hand at his shoulder for balance. The slide of his cock along the inside of her left her suppressing a shudder. But she was damned determined, leaning up until just the head of him was snug within.]

I don't care what you say, we're moving. Now.

[It was incredibly erotic to see her kneeling up over him, feeling the head of himself inside her, seeing the wet skin leading up between her legs and knowing that anyone glimpsing over would get more than a little show. He was so very tempted to pull her back down, to lift her shirt up and bury his face in her breasts, press her back over that table and screw her senseless.

She made him want to give in to all those base urges he had, wanted to indulge in excess with her.]

It's up well on its own, my dear. Thanks to you. I do like when you get bossy. Have I told you that before?

Yes. More than once. I'm serious, Lucifer. Pack it in.

[Chloe Decker wasn't fooling around. She meant business. It came in the form of her lifting off of him all the way, his cock wet with her as it dropped against his lower stomach. He could deal with it and getting it put away temporarily. Her hands moved to fix her skirt as she moved off from his lap, twisting to sit next to him and reach for her drink -- almost like nothing had happened.

This detective was so serious that she began to slide out of the booth, hair thrown over her shoulder as she gave him a look over it ... and began to move through the crowds for the stairs that would take her to the elevator.]

[There was that impish desire to just... let it lay as it was and stroll upstairs after her with his cock out, jutted, and wet from her, almost as a proclamation of sorts. But he had a feeling how well that would go over and with a regretful sigh, he buttoned himself up, leaving the zip undone as he moved to stand, jacket buttoning over it to cover the rest of his disarray. Well, for the most part. The couple next to them who'd enjoyed the show let their eyes linger over Chloe's retreating form, then moved back to him with an almost hopeful air, as if they were just waiting for the offer to join.]

Sorry. Afraid she's a bit shy in front of company. Usually, anyway. But feel free to enjoy yourselves down here as you will.

[He gave them a wink, then headed off after his Detective, blood definitely up after that little appetizer.]

[It was a good thing she couldn't hear what he was saying to their little audience, too far ahead already. She could feel the wetness between her legs as she walked, hoping to get out of the busy main level and into the elevator as quickly as possible, especially when the brushes at her waist started or the touches further down from the more brazen against her ass, to which she moved in a way that would get their hands slipping out of reach and get them an amused smile from her.

A glance was thrown over her shoulder to see how far behind Lucifer was, already beginning to climb the stairs.]

[He felt a mix of amusement and annoyance at those drifting hands. Amusement as always because she drew people to her, drew the eye, drew hands, made people want her with little effort on her part, especially when she didn't want it. The more mussed and aroused she looked, the more people wanted to be a part of it. He didn't think she realized that half of the looks they got when they were together were because of her. Annoyed because he still hadn't rationalized the fact he could and did feel jealous over her and he had an urge to smack those wandering hands away. She was his and he, oddly, didn't want to share her.

When she looked back, he was paused at the bottom of the stairs, eyes fixed at her backside to see what he'd fantasized about earlier.]

[Seeing him there, paused at the foot of the stairs, Chloe smirked. Of course he'd wait to see. Fine. Her fingers tugged at the hem, lifting it up just an extra inch. That should be enough, any higher and she might as well not even be wearing the damned skirt. Catching his reaction she then continued on her way, ass arched back naturally to give him that little peek he was craving so much.]

[He let out a sigh, something that was filled with so much yearning and pleasure, it was almost a tangible thing. His eyes saw the curve of the underside of her ass and the slight smudge of wetness against her inner thigh before she lifted it to step up. Then he saw her sex, the pair of lips pressed together that he very much wanted to bury his face in and he felt his cock twitch with interest in his pants. He took the stairs two at a time until he reached her, pressing up against her back as he hustled her in through the door towards the elevator.]

Teasing little minx. Perhaps I should punish you for that, mm?

[What a hustler! So cocky, manhandling a cop. Good thing he wasn't so pushy to make her trip while wearing those heels. Chloe laughed out as she was practically herded toward the elevator. The sight of the club owner getting real close to a pretty blonde thing, there was the envy, the jealousy, the crushed hopes and the yearning. They went ignored by her as she peered back over her shoulder at him.]

Punish me? For what? Giving you a show of what you wanted?

For making me want more. For making me always want more of you.

[They reached the elevator and he pinned her up against it, not bothering to hit the call button yet as his mouth moved to her neck, pressing her front up against the doors while his hand moved to slip under her skirt and grab her ass. His fingers drifted between her legs, teasing a touch over wet skin.]

[They'd already gotten around to doing the deed where anyone could see, this would be no different. The ghosting of his fingers elicited a moan from deep in her throat, the metal door cool against her through the thin shirt, and she reached back to grab at his arm, hips arching to press into his. ]

It doesn't take much, does it.

Would you prefer if it did?

[He slid his hand forward, feeling warm, swollen skin, slick with her wetness as he parted those folds with a finger, teasing it up around her clit.]

Would you want me to not want you?

[He was teasing her, on purpose, mercilessly. Chloe rocked her hips against his fingers, trembling at how sensitive she still was. A hand slid down her front to reach under her skirt, feeling for him, and possibly to tease at herself while they were at it.]

I don't think you can manage that for long even if you tried.

I might, if you didn't come and twitch your tail at me now and then. Which I'm certainly not complaining about.

[He felt her fingers slide over his, not stopping with his own teasing as his mouth dropped down to nip at her neck. He still hadn't pressed the call button for the elevator and there was a very real desire to undo his pants and just take her there, slide back into her like it was where he belonged.]

Are you sure? Sounds like complaining to me.

[She felt like was lacking something, something that could fill the void he'd left her with when she'd stood off of him. Chloe bucked back to grind her ass against the front of his hips, purposefully rocking against the hard arousal she could feel. She was in half a mind to fumble for the call button herself, half needy to reach back and get his pants undone so something could happen beside him teasing and teasing.

Which, on days like today, frustrated her to no end.]

Maybe you need to have your hearing checked.

[Said with his mouth dragging along her neck, nipping up to her ear as his fingers continued to tease at her clit. She pressed back against him and he groaned, rutting forward as he let his teeth graze at her ear.]

Tell me, Detective; does this feel like a gun in my pocket, or do you think I'm just happy to see you?

[If he kept that up, she was going to come undone sooner than she would've liked. A good reason to continue rocking back into him, to try and ease the teasing pressure and strokes of his fingers.]

Hard to say...

[And now she was reaching for the call button, fumbling for it with one hand while the other reached back to begin undoing the button of his pants.]

I'll give you a hint; there's a place for it where it fits perfectly.

[He was rocking at a steady pace against her now, fingers flicking quickly over her clit before he let them slide a little further back to dip into her, then back to torment her. He smiled as he felt her pushing for the elevator, gave her a soft moan as her hand touched his crotch. He still had one free, but he knew the doors would ping open shortly and needed it to keep them from tipping forward too much.]

No, there's three places-

[No one would hear the loud, sharp moan that came out of her then, head dropping back against his shoulder as he dipped in briefly. Almost like he was getting his feet wet. His fingers dragged at the wetness between her legs to her clit and it was sad to say that she was teetering dangerously into spiraling into a second release with how quick his fingers worked, body drawing in tightly, tensing.

Thank goodness for the elevator dinging, the doors parting. It was a good distraction.]

[Not much of one. With the mention of the number of places he could have her and the doors pinging open, his free arm wrapped around her waist and he lifted her, walking into the lift and pressing her up against the far wall in three steps. He had enough sense to hit the button for the penthouse, then he was back to losing himself in her scent and the way she tasted, the little sounds she made when he pushed her just that much over her limit.]

Perhaps I'll have all three tonight...

[Maybe not for him but it was enough for her to break out of the moment. To be pulled back before she fell in too far.[]

Only if you play nice...

[Her hand moved back to the front of his pants, feeling for the fly. It was tugged on and with how much she wiggled, hopefully he got the hint that she wanted to turn around, twisting her upper torso to drag her lips over his cheek and ear, what she could reach.]

[He let out a soft growl, knowing what she wanted but having that desire of his own to press her to the wall and take her then and there. Still, he managed to pull his hand free from her, to reach for her shoulder and twist her around, let her face him before he pressed himself against the front of her and gave her no room to move.]

How about if I'm a little naughty?

Depends on your definition of naughty.

[What Chloe wanted was to get turned around so she could drop to her knees and take him into her mouth. One of the three places she'd said he could fit. Now with the way he pinned her, it was almost impossible to move. Still, she tried, attempting a little bit of squirming. There was enough room to get her hands between them, pushing open his pants, hands slender enough to push in and touch him again.]

Move back.

[He, of course, couldn't read her mind and only knew that he wasn't anywhere near done with her and didn't want to step back. Didn't want to stop touching her, sucking on her lower lip before letting it go to shake his head.]

I'd rather not. You feel sinfully tempting, Detective. I'd like to fit back into you right now... but I think we may just miss our floor if I do.

There's a lot of floors, I doubt we'd miss it.

[One hand pressed against his shaft, skin on skin. What an awkward angle it was with how he didn't want to allow her any freedom to move. Her other moved enough to grasp the edge of her skirt, hiking up one side.

Permission granted? Agreement?]

[He hoisted her up, lifting her so her hips were level with his, mouth hungry on her throat as he nipped marks that all but wrote out 'Lucifer was here'.]

You have a way of clouding my senses. I think I'd miss an earthquake if I were busy with you.

We wouldn't want that...

[Her legs had wrapped around his waist, the skirt hiking right up to her hips. The wall was a great support for her to lean back into as she worked him out of his underwear and tried for an angle that could get him right into position, breath quickening under those teasing nips.]

[Her hand was quick and nimble, having him out of his trousers and underwear almost as quickly as he could have done, moving him so that he felt the heat of her against the head of him again, that siren lure of being inside her too strong for him to resist. There was another nip upward, tongue licking over her chin before he fused his lips to hers, thrusting into her with a quick rock forward, a groan muffled against her mouth as he felt the welcoming heat that he could slay a thousand armies for.]

[When she wanted something, something badly, she could be quick about getting it. Depending on how accessible it was. He was right where she wanted him to be and with that thrust suddenly rocking into her, Chloe sucked in on a sharp breath under his mouth. Her hands gripped at his shoulders as she felt her body get reacquainted with him and then relaxed, a sigh of contentment slipping free.

It didn't matter how little time had passed, having him back inside, it was a feeling she would never tire of. Would always want.]

I think my own personal Heaven involves being inside you for the rest of existence.

[Murmured against her throat, his exhale shaky as he felt the heat of her wrapped around him again. Anything involving Lucifer and Heaven would involve sex, but he'd found that sex with Chloe was... different. More. Always more with her. More intense. More primal. He could almost understand what humans felt when they paired. It was addictive.]

Better enjoy it while you can, I'm not getting any younger.

[They stayed like that for a few more moments, Chloe's fingers sliding up into his hair, stroking along his scalp to keep him close. She shifted against the wall, against him, another sighing moan filling the air. Even as they were now, she wouldn't mind it. He didn't need to move to make her feel good.]

[That, of course, had the effect of having the thought of her not being there any longer flickering through him. No Chloe to laugh with him, to judge him with those slitted eyes, to crawl over him and make him hers. He didn't like the sound of that at all, his arm tightening around her in response as he gave a hard, solid thrust. As if he could somehow keep her pinned in time just by staying with her.]

You're not going anywhere...

[Her head tipped back against the wall as she cried out, the movement abrupt and jolting her with pleasure in his hold. She curled her fingers in his hair, grasped as if to hold on. Chloe was unaware of the double meaning behind her words; all she knew was the way her body went tight and her legs squeezed at his sides.]

I don't plan on it.

[Not tonight anyway.]

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[There was a soft ping as the elevator chimed their arrival and he groaned, looking over as the doors opened.]

Think you can hold on while I get us to the outside wall there?

You're asking?

[She assumed he would just go, no questions asked. What a disappointment it had been when the elevator sounded at arriving to his floor. Her body was still reeling from moments ago; she nudged her hips to his, leaning in to nip at his ear.]

Look, love -- balls deep is not the time I want to find out that you've some latent issue with control.

[But he was taking that incredulity as consent, moving out of the elevator and grunting as it tried to close when he was only partway through. His arm pushed it open and he stepped through, turning to prop her up against the all along it.]

This isn't your first time being balls deep inside me, Lucifer.

[Please. Don't be like that. The support of the wall was back again. Chloe leaned into it, shoulders pressing, hips rocking.]

[No, it wasn't, and it was something he was becoming almost smug about. He pressed her to the wall and gave a sharp snap of his hips, rocking her upward as he nipped at her throat.]

Still, you think I want it to end any time soon?

[Again her head tipped against the wall, her moan guttural, giving him more skin to devour. It left the gaping collar and cleavage as open as ever for him to really get into. There was no one here but them, she could be as vocal as she wanted, get as naked as she wanted.]

No, and don't stop.

[Ever.]

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[He could free a hand with her pinned to the wall like that, free both of them for a moment, actually, and he did, using that time to tug at her shirt, pulling it down over her shoulder. With her skirt rucked up like it was and him seemingly trying to pull her shirt down, she was going to wind up with her clothes bunched up around her middle while he nibbled at her from both ends.]

I don't plan on it.

Good, that's what I like to hear.

[Since he was trying to get her undressed, it wasn't exactly fair. He was still wearing his suit, and as good as he looked in it, getting the jacket off was a thing in the moment for her. Her hands moved to begin pushing it back off his shoulders.]

Off. You're too overdressed.

Am I?

[More of an attempt at a tease, but as he was distracted by how much he wanted to touch naked skin to naked skin, it came out with less flair than usual. Instead, he was busy tugging his jacket off, fingers moving to the buttons on his shirt as expensive fabric hit the floor.]

Yes, you are.

[They should've done this prior to getting him fitted inside of her, it would've gone a lot smoother. Now they had to deal with her legs around his waist and his shirt tucked still in his pants. Expensive clothing be damned, Chloe knew his annoyance would be short-lived. She grabbed at the sides of his shirt and gave a hefty yank, freeing it from his pants. And while he worked on the top buttons, her fingers moved over the bottom ones.

Lucifer wasn't the only one who wanted naked skin on skin contact.]

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[Funny... the more urgently she tugged at him, the more it made him want to respond in kind. As if he couldn't live another moment without the feel of her against him. He followed suit, pulling the shirt on either side to send buttons flying, then letting it drop as he leaned in to claim her lips, feeling the mess of her clothes bunched up between them as he gave another hard thrust.]

Yours aren't working so well. I'm not the only one who needs to get it all off, love.

Lucifer— [Gasped into his mouth as his hips pushed her up along the wall, her nails digging into his upper arms.

Her clothes? Was that what he was talking about? Chloe couldn't quite pick up on it, the hot sensation he left behind leaving her lost for a second.]

What?

Clothes, Detective. Get them off so I can have my wicked, wicked way with you.

[It was actually a bit of an ego boost that she'd lost track of the conversation as such. Nice to know he wasn't the only one that got a little in over their head when the two of them came together.]

Right—

[Clothes, they needed to get off. Her hands went to work then, grasping at her top, tugging what she could out of the skirt bunched at her waist before he could continue falling into a rhythm that would make it otherwise impossible.]

[She was going to have to work faster than that. His body craved the feel of hers, already gliding out of her so he could slip back in with a stuttered sigh.]

I'm going to wind up ruining them. And then you'll yell.

[He was expecting too much out of her if he hoped to get her naked while doing that. Feeling the entire length of him slip free and slide back in to fill her, a delicious tension curled up her spine. Her breath shuddered loudly in response to his sigh, fingers tugging harder, annoyed that he wouldn't wait. Up over her head the shirt went, nipples peaking from the cool air as she wore nothing underneath.]

I'm going to yell anyway.

[But a good yelling.]

It's all about the tone, love.

[As soon as her breasts were bared, he moved his head down to latch his mouth to one of them, tongue and teeth working to torment one of her nipples as he gave another rolling slide of his body into hers. She felt... amazing. Like nothing he wanted to stop doing. If he could keep himself wrapped up in a cloud of Chloe for the rest of eternity, he'd be a happy man. Demon. Angel. Whatever.]

Yell away.

[It wasn't quite a yell but the sound that slid free past gaping lips carried in the suite, loud, stuttering. Her back came off the wall, legs squeezing at his sides and her fingers gripping just at the base of his skull, tight in dark strands. Chloe was pleasantly pinned underneath mouth and hips, captured by how he moved and such sweet torture. If he thought he could wrap himself in her, she was the one wrapping herself around him, hot and pulsing, feeling and smelling nothing but him.]

[She tasted like she should be edible, his mouth licking trails over her, tasting salt and perfume and under all that, her. He nipped his way to her other breast, tongue it before he sucked at it, fitting as much of her breast in his greedy mouth as he could, giving a harder, faster snap of his body into hers.]

[Her moan broke on a loud sob and her hands held him to her breast, body moved along the wall with the hard rhythm now coming into play. She could already feel herself beginning to come apart, fraying at the edges, his greed and hunger for more her near undoing.]

Not yet-

[As much as she wanted nothing more than to chase the heat consuming her whole, to give in, Chloe wanted this to never be over.]

But I want to feel you. I love it when you come. I want to overload you on orgasms. Consider it payment for stepping outside that pretty little box of comfort.

[He didn't stop, not yet, body moving faster still, stubble rasping on the top of her breast as he panted against her skin.]

Don't overload me too much-

[And she then broke off on a string of sharply moaned cursing, the burn rushing through her abruptly, hot and white, pulsing and fluttering around him as it took even her by surprise. Lines of pink followed the bite of her nails as they dragged down over his one shoulder, skin raised.]

Perfect.

[It was said in a hiss as he felt both the sting of her nails and the clamping tightness of her body around his as she came. The next glide of his body in hers was so much easier, that extra slickness making it almost frictionless for a moment as he moved his mouth up to lick at her jaw, pressing small kisses against it as he worked his way to her mouth.]

Shall I attempt to find the bed?

[Her breath panted harshly against those kisses when his mouth found hers. Chloe dropped back into the wall, trembling still, clenching spasms continuing, prolonged with his hips rocking into hers. He was always ready to move, ready to go again and again.]

Bed. Yes. Please.

[As long as he had no intention of pulling free, liking him right where he was.]

[He wouldn't dream of it. He likely would try to make it so he stayed in her as long as possible tonight. Just to see if he could. His arms slid around her, drawing her against him as he held her, then he took a testing step back from the wall. Right. He could do this.

...

Why was the bloody bed so far away? With a sigh, he nuzzled against the side of her head, then started to slowly walk with her, feeling the way her body clenched and moved around his as they went. Well, that was interesting.]

[That was his own doing. They could've moved right for his room as soon as they got in, but nope. He had to take her against the wall, unable to go anywhere else. Each step was hell on her sensitive nerves; a good kind of hell. One that made her drop her head to bury her moans into the side of his neck.

Chloe wrapped her arms over his shoulders, took a moment to catch her breath, and nipped at the slope where his neck met with his shoulder. Hee tongue dragged up over the tendon and muscle to taste the salt on his damp skin.]

Keep that up and we'll only make it to the couch.

[She was like a warm, wet glove around him, velvety soft and slick with her juices. Each step shifted him a little inside her, her body bouncing off his thighs a little, his cock stirring inside her as he fought against that need to go back to the rocking, gliding thrusting of before.]

Just the couch?

[It almost came off like she was testing him. She gave another lick, a broader one with the flat of her tongue, leaning up to draw his earlobe in to suck and nip. They would get further than just the couch, his room wasn't that far off.]

I don't want the couch.

Never just anything, darling.

[He felt the wet lap of her tongue and groaned, his hand moving down to grip her ass and knead it as he took another step. There was the couch and a part of him very much wanted to lay her out on it, maybe even bend her over the back, but she spoke again and he grit his teeth, stepping past the couch and over to the dais his bed was on. Steps. Two steps up. It wasn't as if he couldn't do it or that he was tired, but the ripple of pleasure each lift of his foot, each muscle constriction as he pulled himself upward sent through him was just this side of too much.]

There. The bed.

[He stood beside it, lifting a knee to rest on the edge and pushing himself deeper into her as he did.]

Bloody hell...

[The expression flitting across her face was one side pure ecstasy, her head tipping back on a guttural sound that was trapped in her throat, high pitched. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her legs locking tighter.

It was one thing to need a period of grace, to get readjusted, and then there was this: a simple movement from him and she felt ready all over again, her breath catching at how his hips felt fitted exactly to hers. Near perfection that made her moan his name.]

Yes, yes that...

[It was the torn sound of his name from her lips that had him moving faster, crawling onto the bed to lay her down and cover her, thrust into her in a long, smooth line of his body in hers. She drove him mad. Every reaction from her was like electricity under his skin. He wanted to make her moan, make her writhe, have her screaming his name until her voice was husky and raw from pleasure.]

[Her skirt was still bunched at her waist, scratching over the skin of her belly as she arched off the mattress on another sound torn from her. The annoying material got caught between them but she was too gone to care to find the zipper and try to wrestle the damn thing off.

Each time his hips drove into hers on long, deep strokes, they would nudge her clit, send her blood pumping hard and her heart skipping a beat as the pleasure laid havoc up her spine and made her gasp.]

[Clothes were... annoying. Right then, he wished for the days when humans were happy to be nude. He was already trying to rid himself of what little he had left, but her skirt was scratching at him as well. A low growl and his hand moved down to grab it. There was a tug and a tear and... well then. No more skirt.

Tossing it aside, he kicked off the last of his clothes and let out an indolent sigh before he pressed back into her, filling her and thrusting hard enough that they shifted up a little.]

[That was just one other thing he would be buying her. Now she had nothing to wear on her way out tomorrow morning, and she was not going to wear his pants.

Chloe had no protest to the fabric tearing after it dug into her side. Why would she when she was finally completely naked. She cried out and barely felt the way he moved her up, only feeling his hips as they sharply connected with hers. It was a rush that left her scrambling for purchase, not wanting to snap underneath him just yet.

Her hands reached to pull him down, roughly, burying the rest of her sounds into the kiss, hips rolling up into his for more.]

[Buying her things would be his absolute delight, as long as she let him. Linda might make mention about him feeling the need to prove he could provide for her, but he'd laugh it off because he's the Devil and doesn't need to prove anything.

Except with her, it seemed he did. Her mouth was on his, his teeth digging into soft lips as he nipped at her, tongue sliding over hers while he ground his hips down on the next thrust, stirring himself in her and feeling that wet glide around the velvet heat of her body.]

[He would need to prove a lot of things with her, but they weren't important right now. Those things would come up in time, they would discuss it.

And now, now his teeth were nipping and biting and she was moaning low in her throat when his tongue filled her mouth. She enjoyed the wetness gliding against her teeth and roof of her mouth, leaning up to twine hers with his. A slow suck and she had to pull away, mouth dragging down his chin to his jaw.

Again her hips rolled upward, working against how he moved.]

[He gave a low groan, feeling her mouth dragging down over him and making his ass clench, tightening as he thrust into her yet again. She moved and it was counter to his own thrusts and he slid a hand to her breast to tweak her nipple, back arching over her as he dug his knees into the bed for leverage to press in again.]

Remind me to get you riled up again. I like this.

[Her mouth dragged lower, down over his throat, sucking at his pulse. The salt sticking to it tasted oddly good, and her tongue trailed a hot path down to his collarbone. She muffled her moans against him, pausing with the need to get in a breath as his hips dug in to hers, her sounds louder at tweaking fingers, sighing.]

You like anything I do.

Not so much a fan of the shooting. I'm game for pain, but that was... not quite as much fun as I would have hoped. Slapping, yes. Spanking, please. Everything else? Have your wicked way with me, Detective.

[His thumb grazed over her nipple, flicking it back and forth as he gave another grind in, thrusting until he couldn't get a smidgen closer, then grinding against her to tease her clit.]

You startled me. Don't ever shout at anyone pointing a gun at you. Take it as a life lesson.

[ The nipple play made her squirm beneath him, pulling in a sharp breath when he ground perfectly against her that she tried to rock her hips up into his, dropping back onto the bed, lips leaving his skin. ]

Please. You had it pointed well before I started shouting. You didn't think it would hurt me. Fair enough; I didn't think it would either.

[It was odd, talking like this while he was inside her, watching her reactions. Lucifer wasn't generally chatty during sex unless it involved... well, sex talk.]

I had a good reason for that.

[Though the rest of her words trailed off, a hand reaching down to the back of his hips, gripping at the muscle to pull him in to grind against her some more.

Chatty sex between them never lasted that long anyway.]

I'm sure you did.

[Not likely, but it wasn't something he cared to nitpick over when she was grabbing at him, lifting up even as he started to press back down. He could lose himself entirely in her and be quite happy with that.]

Stop talking.

[Better to emphasize on that at the moment. She wanted to focus more on how he felt inside and against her. The only time she wanted to hear him talk now was if it involved whispering things low in her ear.]

Make me.

[His toes dragged on the sheet as he moved his foot, angling it higher up so he could give another hard, deep thrust, hips rocking against hers, his teeth catching at her jaw and nipping.]

[A terrible thing to say to her. It would be seen as a challenge, a fight she would prove she could be good at. What better way to accept said challenge than by taking his jaw in her hands and pulling his head up, away from the teasing he did. Chloe made sure her hands slid over his mouth, pressing in order to keep his lips from saying anything else.

How was that for making him? She lifted her lashes to watch him, corner of her parted lips quirking, amused. Pleased.]

[Well, it wasn't bad, but it also put her fingers in a convenient location for him to move his head to close his lips around. He sucked at her index finger, nipping at it as he gave another rolling grind of his body against hers.]

Not quite, Detective.

[Yes, he said that around her finger.]

[So I noticed that these two's names are literally one letter apart... and, at the age I'm taking her from, Lian is pretty much a fandom OC for DC... so basically I think it's destiny.]

[Maybe. What you got in mind?]

((I'm thinking a little 7->9->maybe into 10?))

((I'm not familiar with your character or canon.))

( m/m or canonmates. )

[ Probably the lap sitter, unless he's paired with someone younger. Open to all prompts aside from 4 and 5. ]

[Are you at all familiar with my canon? Because Rei is kind of stuck up and nerdy, and his chemistry with someone like Cain who would get under his skin would be fantastic.]

The thing is, yeah, it's inconspicuous, but the car Steve chose is also really small. And between their suits, their gear, the changes of clothes they all have, clothes, extra ammo, toolkits, first-aid kits, so on and so forth... All that stuff takes up a lot of space, and there's still a ways to go before their rendezvous with the others. Of course, Steve decides that he's driving, no two ways about it, no requests for switching off, nothing.

The passenger seat is pushed way up now to make more room in the back, since the trunk in the little Bug is basically nonexistent, and with all their stuff stuffed in and around the backseat, there's essentially only space for one passenger. So, much to Steve's never-ending amusement, after a long argument about who's taller (Bucky, by one inch, okay, maybe two, it's kind of hard to tell) and who's heavier (Bucky, because of both that stupid arm and the way the serum had bulked him up) and who is more inconspicuous if they're spotted from outside the window (Sam, because Bucky's face is plastered all over the news), Sam had ended up on Bucky's lap.

Great. As if things weren't awkward enough.

"Stop moving," he grumbles, "Jesus, Barnes. What are you, six?"

(( lmk if this is okay! or if there's anything you'd like me to change ))

Edited 2016-05-14 18:18 (UTC)

[ No Nat's for shipping. ]

[CACW Aokay! ]

[ooc: No 4 or 5.]

Edited (goddammit auto fill) 2016-05-13 14:11 (UTC)

[Could fit in either position really.]

Edited 2016-05-13 16:25 (UTC)

Enjoying the show?

[ Terezi's toothy grin says it all; she knows exactly what she's doing, even if the devious troll would deny any accusations. This was supposed to be a movie night, but the lines of some cheesy romcom now drone on behind her, totally ignored as she all but blocks the screen from the unfortunate troll beneath her. Everything about this visit was distracting, from the over-saturated colors on the tealblood's saliva-stained TV to how she was straddled over Karkat's lap. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, empty eyes staring antagonistically at her friend, as if she were daring him to yell at her to get off and let him watch in peace.

It is all a petty little game and gamble to her, but then again, wasn't anything? She doesn't even have an exit plan; all she knows is that she dangles that tantalizing choice in front of her poor friend's face. Shitty romcom, or her? As much as the wannabe manipulator would love to say she knew the answer, she honestly didn't. She never understood Karkat, or what was on his mind in terms of... this whole deal between them. Friendship? Moirails? Flushed? Who even knew! But then again, that's what made it so fun! ]

I'm not in the way, am I? [ Again with her incessant teasing; she knows damn well she's in the way. All she wants is to tease and prod her poor victim. That predatory way that she licks her lips confesses her guilt, let alone her unblinking, unseeing stare straight at Karkat. ]

It's all about the laps

Lucifer Morningstar | Lucifer | OTA

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Haha, sorry. I wrote it up and posted before seeing you'd edited. >>

No worries I love this XD Len really is ridiculous enough to wear a parka indoors in LA so it's fine

Gosh, Len. Talk about overheating.

He wouldn't even get naked in a Russian bathhouse. Canon.

Lenny, Lenny, Lenny...

Bitched and moaned about how hot it was, too. Don't be fooled, he's a massive dork.

/drags him to hell. "Hot enough for you?"

Oh god worst

Pool party!

He'll happily sit on the side of the pool, fully dressed and reading a book

Rude. Get in the pool, Lenny.

You're not the boss of me

I could be =|

Nope :[

Let me check my employee roster. Yep. You're on it.

Funny, I didn't realize I had a job

Well, not anymore you don't. =|

good. I like money and hate working. that's why I'm a criminal ;)

Pff.

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omg this is the worst /giggling forever at Lucifer

He's such a shit. I make no apologies for him. YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE GETTING INTO

I DID

And then some.

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