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It's all about the laps

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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[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.]
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[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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Yours aren't working so well. I'm not the only one who needs to get it all off, love.
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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?
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[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.]
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[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.]
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I'm going to wind up ruining them. And then you'll yell.
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I'm going to yell anyway.
[But a good yelling.]
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[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.
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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.]
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[He didn't stop, not yet, body moving faster still, stubble rasping on the top of her breast as he panted against her skin.]
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[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.]
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[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?
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Bed. Yes. Please.
[As long as he had no intention of pulling free, liking him right where he was.]
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...
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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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[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.
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[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...
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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...
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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.]
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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.]
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