bakerstreet | It's all about the laps

It's all about the laps

IN YOUR LAP

Some things don't need explanations. Chicken wings. Wonderful weather. Guilty pleasures like Michael Bay movies. This meme is one of those things. It's simple: one character is in another's lap, and eventually the two get hot and heavy. Whether it's a friend sitting on a lap because there's no room, couples cuddling, or a stripper giving a lap dance, one thing will lead to another...after all, the loss of personal space can certainly set actions (and more) in motion.

Prompts

Innocent Lap Sitting: It's just a friendly gesture. Maybe you're enjoying a movie or a dinner together. Nothing wrong with that!
Romantic Canoodling: You two are spending some time together, and there's no way to be closer than to snuggle up in your lover's lap.
Out of Necessity: No more room on the bench, in the booth, or on the couch? There's a place on their lap.
Amateur Lap Dance: Just something sexy between lovers. Or maybe more silly than sexy.
Professional Lap Dance: Better break out the ones. This lap dance will cost you.
Dare: Nobody ever thought you'd get this close and personal, so they pushed you into doing it.
Pointed: They said you couldn't turn them on so easily. Challenge accepted.
Accidental: Oops, you've fallen! Good thing this lap was there.
Step Back I Feel a Little Poke: Wait. What's this? Maybe you should wiggle your hips a little to find out.
Lovemaking Lapsitting: Riding someone while they're sitting up can make the rider feel powerful, since they're on top, but the one being ridden may notice just how soft and small they are...and embrace them out of instinct.

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"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."

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It's all about the laps

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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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