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I want you.
Damn this was... Bad. Right?
The way hearing it said again had Adam drawing his shoulders inward, a sharp and quiet breath pulled through his fingers.
There was a weird tension, pulled taught once their gazes met again, Lucifer’s intense as fucking always. Adam from above on his chair and Lucifer below on his heels. Still so short, so small with them.
Knowing the guy couldn't do jack shit, that he was waiting for Adam's next move, powerless to do anything else, it...
...Fuck.
Shit. It got Adam so fucking hard.
He shouldn't let this go farther. He should jump up, laugh in the bitch's face that he'd never get his ass no matter how much he wanted it. Take off the headset and leave him high and dry.
He should. He really fucking should.
"...Prove it then." He didn't mean for it to edge on breathy, but at least it still came out gruff, indifferent.
God Lute was going to kill him if she ever found out about this.
"Sure, how do you want me to prove it?"
Lucifer said it so easily, like it was the simplest thing in the world.
Adam's lips pursed in thought, looking away again.
His first thought was to tell the guy to whip out his cock but- that was kinda fucking gay. He didn't want to be the one to tell him to do that.
He could tell him to kill his kid but that was way too far. Also it would never work, Lucifer 'woved his wittle girl'. He'd gushed enough about her for Adam to know that.
But Adam needed something impactful. Nothing permanent, nothing that would have consequences but would still be difficult for Lucifer to…
His eyes trailed downward.
...Ah.
"Your ring," he leveled his eyes at the Devil, the challenge clear, daring him to make good on his offer. "Ditch it."
Adam didn't really think he'd do it. He expected Lucifer to give him a reproachful look, to snap at him, to get offended and defensive about it. His ring?! How dare Adam, didn't he know how he loved his Lily so so so so soooo much?!
But the wide eyed gaze he received, the way Lucifer looked down at his ring like he had the weight of the world on his fucking pinky. The way he swallowed, how his eyes closed as he steadied himself as he actually fucking did it…
"There. Are you happy?"
How he looked so miserable for it…
"...heh," it snuck past his fingers, sharp and a little high- he felt high, heart thudding a triumphant rhythm in his chest.
His lips curled, grin sharp and eyes twinkling with mirth. Adam wasn't happy.
He was fucking ecstatic.
"You really did it!" He barked out, couldn't help it. Couldn't believe it. "You thirsty little bitch! Bahahahaa...!"
He drew in a deep, gasping breath, still tittering as he finally turned to face the man, lounging on the armrest of his chair.
"Aww, don't look so sad, it's just a piece of metal~" he cooed, all condescension, gesturing to his own eyes with a bat of his lashes. "My eyes are more precious aren't they? You can look all you like~"
Adam could feel the bitter resentment coming off of Lucifer in waves. In how he gritted his teeth and braced his hands on the sides of the chair, glaring daggers into Adam’s delighted face.
"Then I will. You're a very frustrating man, Adam."
"Guess you like being frustrated then, huh?" Adam's grin remained easy, feeling a deep sense of accomplishment.
He'd done that, pissed off Lucifer in one smooth action, one smooth order. He didn't even have to threaten him! Just sit, act aloof and he came traipsing right into his space of his own free will.
His wings fluttered with the thrill as he shifted, meeting the being's gaze head on.
"Fuckin' creep, you always had a starin' problem," he recalled with ease. "Bet you were getting off on it back then too."
He didn't look down between them, but he'd bet the guy was starting to chub at least with how hard he was gritting his teeth.
"It was - mostly - innocent curiosity back then. You were so different from me. I couldn't appreciate it then the way I do now.” Lucifer returned.
They'd always been starkly different. It's what drew Adam to him: wanting to learn everything about Lucifer. How he flew, why his skin was so pale. He always looked so delicate and soft, bright eyed and sweet.
But now...
"Too bad for you, your little stunt made us realize we needed to be covered."
The hand not supporting his cheek lightly pulled at his own wide collar, tugging it down the slightest bit to show off a slip of olive skin.
"Can't ogle me like you used to~"
“Luckily, I have a pretty creative imagination.”
Jesus, his teeth looked sharp enough to tear through flesh, to rend it defenseless and raw. They paired sickeningly with the gaze dragging hot and slow over Adam's front, taking as much time as he was allowed to eye the man up like a fucking steak.
“So I can imagine you however I want."
Adam tried to swallow as quietly as he could, but it echoed in his ears, cold spots flashing where sweat began to bead beneath his robes.
He definitely didn't care what the other was thinking. Like, zero percent.
"Well don't keep it to yourself," he prompted anyway, just because... Because it would be good for a laugh. "Might as well get it all out- who knows when I'll let you pull this shit again?"
Lucifer’s expression blanked, then became thoughtful as his gaze travelled down.
"You're softer now, aren't you?” Lucifer started, eyes landing in Adam’s lap.
Adam had to give a quick downward glance himself, the drape of his robe from his bent knee thankfully masking that he wasn't soft in all areas. His battle leotard helped with that too, thank God.
He didn't know what he'd do if Lucifer realized he was... having a more physical reaction.
“The afterlife you've been leading has let you indulge. Soft thick thighs, pliable, with enough give to indent if I were to grab them. Those same thighs, marked up. Kiss and bite marks just showing off how juicy they are."
He'd never been on the receiving end - obviously, so imagining himself like that was fucking impossible.
But Adam had marked up enough big boned bitches to know what it would look like. Bruises mottled purple and yellowing at the edges.
"Your stomach is soft too. But I know there's solid muscle under there. Perfect to sink my hands into, plenty to grab, and squeeze and knead." Lucifer continued, gaze inching upwards.
How they filled his hands out, how they all keened and writhed when he gripped their thighs, their stomachs, their fat tits.
"Perfectly bitable.” the red slits of his eyes were staring right at Adam’s chest, unashamed. “Nipples swollen from far too much attention paid to them, raw and sensitive. The kind of sensitive where just a tweak would give you full body shudders."
Small stature, small hands. Could Lucifer's hands even handle it? He'd definitely need to squeeze and grip, sink his talons into them, yank and pull and pinch and twist and tear him up-
Fuck it was seriously getting way too hot in there- did somebody crank up the heat?
"Your neck, still a little on the slender side, but no less ravaged than any other part of you. Marked by teeth with unconcealed desire. You are wanted and this is proof."
Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed again, a small shudder racing up his spine, the areas Lucifer went mega creep over tingling. He felt hot and cold all over, breaths shallow and chest faintly heaving at imagining the impossible.
Because he'd never let the chucklefuck do any of it. Never.
Finally, he looked into Adam's eyes again. "So? How'd I do?"
"H-horrible," Adam hissed, wings starting to puff up from- humidity or something. "You're a nasty, gutter brained little freak. If you want me so bad, why don't you show me some proof instead of talking out your ass?"
"Oh Adam, if you were here in person, I already would have. But you, darling, are hiding behind a hologram. I'm rather limited, aren't I?"
Adam knew Lucifer wasn't really there with him, and yet the angel tipped his head back from the fingertip trailing beneath his chin.
It didn't stop a phantom heat from following that path, from making his breath skip.
"F-fuck you, I'm not hiding!" he glared at the presumptuous bitch at the awkward angle. "And as if I'd let you...!"
Because, certainly, Adam wouldn't let the slithery little weirdo actually touch him. He didn't get that right anymore. He could suffer and want from the literal pits of Hell for eternity, just as he was meant to.
No, Adam wanted proof of Lucifer's desire.
"What would you have me do?"
Adam had chatted up plenty of heavenly bitches he wasn't attracted to just to do it and remained soft as fucking dough.
So, though it pained him to have to specify…
He let his head settle again, his form and vision flickering from Lucifer's invading finger.
"I'm telling you to whip out your shrimp dick so I know you're not lying."
"Demanding nudes already? At least buy me dinner first!" Lucifer chuckled, hand dropping to his side.
"It's not a fucking nude if you're doing it live, idiot. God you're so fucking behind on the times..." Adam griped.
"Well, whatever it is! You get what I mean!”
How Lucifer always seemed generations behind fucking boggled Adam.
“But I guess you must be so curious about what I'm working with huh?”
"I literally don't fucking care, I just want proof you're not fucking with me."
And that was true.
Mostly.
He didn't care any more. Natural early life curiosities, wanting to know what Lucifer looked like under his flowing robe, trying to catch glances.
Nothing more.
“I guess I could quell your curiosity. Prove my words aren’t just that.” Lucifer hummed, glancing around them. "As long as you promise this is for your eyes only. I'm not about to do a strip show for the whole of Heaven."
Adam's brow furrowed, feeling kind of... irked.
"Why the fuck would I show anyone?"
It'd put his position in jeopardy, there'd be questions on how he'd gotten it, how he'd found himself in that position. And besides, the thought of letting anyone else see Lucifer undressed was…
"This shit's private, dipshit. No one's gonna get their gross grubby hands on it."
“Hey now, you can't say I'm not right for asking. You can see what's in the room with me. I can't see shit about where you are and what's around you.” Lucifer defended. “I mean, I doubt you'd ask me to say half the things I'm saying if someone was watching, but, ya know. Can't be too careful~"
Adam could definitely blame Lucifer for thinking he's the kind of guy to share his personal business... Well, his visual personal business with people.
Sure, he'd brag about his flings all night and day but actually showing them off was different.
...Kind of a shame these calls got wiped from the system as soon as the meetings ended though, Adam would love to see the pathetic look on the guy's face on loop…
Lucifer let out an overdramatic sigh, the clinking of his belt buckle snapping Adam back to attention.
"Fine, I can show you."
Adam absolutely didn't peer down with any sense of interest. He just directed his eyes casually downward to watch the other fiddle with the fastenings, taking note of the subtle outline through his pant leg.
It wasn't gay, it was just- you know he was verifying that the guy was following his orders.
The sound of the zipper seemed to make the cavernous room go silent as dark gloves pulled Lucifer's cock free from its confines, leaving Adam shell shocked for an extended moment.
"Wh-" his shoulders flinched as what he was looking at fully registered. "What the fuck?! How the fuck were you hiding that thing?!"
Lucifer’s chuckle sounded downright wicked.
"I have my ways~ It's not like people need to know what I'm working with unless they're going to be getting involved."
It was fucking long, the length of a human descendant's average forearm. Adam couldn't imagine anyone being able to take that without some serious aches and pains. It had the audacity to look delicate too, with how pale it remained save for its golden tip, looking more like a decoration than an actual dick.
This was not the shrimp dick he'd imagined- thought it would be! Only in that moment.
Because it was relevant.
Yeah.
"Why the fuck do you have a horse cock?!"
"Lilith wanted it that way. What can I say, I like to cater to my wife."
It fucking figured Lilith would be a size queen. Despite her saying that Adam's was too big to fit. God she was lying right from the get go, wasn't she?
How the fuck did she even fit it in though? How long was it, eight... nine... twelve inches? It almost looked comical standing out from Lucifer's little pelvis, gripped in his hand, pointing like a damn missile at Adam's torso.
If Adam were to compare it's length to his own height... That bitch would reach farther than Adam could even comprehend probably. It looked like it was made to sink deep into someone's guts-
"O-okay, yep great-!" he didn't fucking squeak, how dare anyone even imply that- "I-- I believe you, great job, gold fucking star!"
That was a dangerous line of thought- he needed to end this shit show now.
"You make me like this Adam. But I doubt you'll even take responsibility." Lucifer sighed. "I'll have to take care of this alone later."
"Sc-screw off, like I give a shit!"
Because he gave exactly zero.
Who cared if Lucifer would have to slink off to his lonely domain, cry into his pillow while he thought of Adam all the way up in Heaven. Ooh, why oh why was he such a fuck up? Letting a catch like Adam get away…
Honestly the thought was hot hilarious.
So hilarious that he had to hold back a breathy laugh as he watched Lucifer’s hand grip and slide up, up, up, a pearl of pre beading at that flushed tip.
And he did it again, and again…
It wasn't until Lucifer started putting his cock away that Adam realized he'd been breathing in time with those indulgent strokes.
Good. Good. He was going to tuck his tail and run like he should, like he always did.
And Adam was going to let him. Definitely. Absolutely. No doubt about-
"G-god you're pathetic," he found his mouth spouting, vitriolic and demeaning. "F... Fine, might as well throw you a bone. The fuck do you expect me to do?"
Lucifer paused. Removed his hat. Then promptly hoisted himself onto the edge of the meeting table, somewhat evening out their height difference. The new position brought his dick closer, tip aimed directly at his ribcage.
"Well, since you're offering... I showed you mine, you should let me see yours~"
Oh, so he wanted to see the OG dick, huh? Somehow that put Adam at ease because of course someone would want to see his dick.
It just made sense.
"Pft, fine since you wanna see it that bad..." he scoffed.
Rucking up his robes under Lucifer’s watchful gaze with relative ease revealed the tight grip of his undergear. The compression socks gripped onto his thighs while the leotard cut along the line of his hip. A snug fit to make sure nothing went flying- especially the goods.
Which, at that moment, was straining against the fabric in a way that would be embarrassing- if he wasn't the Father of Humanity.
He had an active libido- so what? He was functioning the way he was supposed to.
Hooking a finger under the elastic hem, he pulled and dragged the covering back until his own cock found freedom, releasing a relieved sigh as it slapped into his open palm.
"Fff..." he hissed as he gripped the thick flesh at the base.
"So, uh,” Lucifer smirked. “I guess the things I've been saying have been getting to you, huh?"
"You fucking wish."
Adam lounged back casually as the other started up that slow, deliberate stroking again. He spread his legs to give the man a better look, settling into his element of being admired.
"Don't flatter yourself, you know my dick's built to get right to business..."
Lifting said gift upon existence, Adam shivered as he teased his foreskin down with an audible and slick detachment.
"H-haah... You should know that..."
Fuck, he'd been trying to ignore it but now that his dick was out he really wanted to jack off. Watching Lucifer's hand pump away wasn't helping, so slow that Adam could see how the flesh plumped under pressure.
"M-mnn... You probably..."
His own fingers skimmed over his tip, using the wetness to tease and pull at the skin below as he watched the other's hand.
"Had a hand in mm... Making this bad boy, fucking... Creep... Hh..."
Lucifer seemed to come back to himself with a few blinks, saliva having spilled past his bottom lip.
"Oh, I had no... hand in your design.... That's why I like to admire it."
Adam couldn't understand that: wanting to look at something because you hadn't made it. He loved admiring things he'd had a hand in; music, battle plans, massacres... It was fulfilling, a reminder that he had done a damn good job.
Maybe that was why watching Lucifer's hand spread clear pre back and forth over his turgid cock had Adam's mouth going dry. Because he knew he was the cause of that, that Lucifer was so hot and bothered just by Adam's presence…
It just did something for him.
And fuck he was getting wet too, the skin glistening beneath the room's bright lighting. The quiet, tell tale sounds of slicked friction began to ring between them, Lucifer's fist coming close to Adam over and over again.
"Yeah obviously..."
Adam’s other hand moved to rub the base of his palm over the growing ache of his balls, soothing himself somewhat.
"You're fuckin' drooling for it... Probably want it in your mouth, I bet..."
Eyebrows shooting upward, Lucifer quickly wiped his mouth with his free hand while Adam snickered.
"And what if…” Lucifer swallowed. “I said I did?"
"I'd say no duh, you'd wanna..."
Adam gave his first squeeze from base to tip, the whole of him shivering with it as a thin line of pre oozed free. His wings trembled in the aftermath.
"Haa, fuck... Hh- who doesn't? It was made to be sucked..."
And despite those chompers, Adam bet Lucifer's mouth would be the perfect temperature. Not the luke-warm bullshit he usually dealt with. He'd be steaming, forked tongue a hot whiplash of burning heat. It was probably long too, able to curl and twist…
Their breathing was equally unsteady and Adam was finding it harder and harder to hold off from stroking his own shit. Especially with the weakening of Lucifer's tone, the strain, the uncertainty.
Thumb rubbing beneath his lower head, Adam tilted the one up top into his propped up shoulder. His eyes were low lidded as they flicked from Lucifer's hand, to his thighs, his equally flushed face…
"Bet you'd... get down on your knees for it, wouldn't you? Beg all... fucking p- needy and shit, h-haa..."
He licked his lips at the thought of Lucifer even lower than he was when he was standing, on his knees and-
A growl rumbled deep from Lucifer’s chest, sending a shudder racing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. It vibrated through the bones of his wings, leaving them ruffled in its wake.
"I'm not one to beg, but I'd be on my knees for you." Lucifer conceded, a guttural promise.
It sounded... fuck, Adam didn't know? It felt like it was older than time, a dark, forbidden sound that made the hairs on his arms and legs raise, settling deep and wicked in his soul.
What the ever loving fuck was that?
"Thuh- thought so..." Adam tried to get ahold of his breaths, cock twitching in his grip. "Would you even know what to... to do with it?"
Lucifer’s face was probably smashed into Lily's cunt all fucking day. Not much time for learning how to suck cock with the best of them.
"There's... really only... one way. For you to find out." Laced with that deep sound, Lucifer's voice seemed to echo and overlap around them.
"Nnh not... falling for that... fuhcker..."
Damn where was Lucifer hiding that voice? Not like Adam was into it, but it just... Scratched his brain the right way, made something instinctual shiver with excited anticipation.
Adam huffed out a laugh as the other began to crumble and curl into himself.
"S-seriously? Already? Fucking quick shot's what you are..."
The pinched and one-squinted-eye look suited Lucifer in an ugly sort of way, knee giving slight jerks as his hand quickened.
"I'm not like you... I have... standards. I don't get off w-with just... anyone. So it's... it's been a... a while."
"Do your... 'standards' make blue-balling yourself worth it?"
"I just... know that the ones I choose... are worth it."
Adam couldn't see how, and he had standards thank you very much. He liked hot people. Plain, simple, easy to judge. But he didn't want Lucifer to know that; what if he thought it meant Adam thought he was hot?
Which he didn't.
At all.
God those teeth...
Smoothing his palm up the underside of his own burgeoning dick, Adam didn't bother to stop his hips from rolling into the attention.
He was already showing off the goods, might as well add some flavor text to it.
"You can keep fucking... gagging for it..." Another laugh, airy and delighted. "Poor little Luci~ Jerking off all on his lonesome~" He cooed, soft and sweet.
Pitying.
Lucifer growled again amidst a hitching exhale, pace kicking up a notch as he watched Adam’s lazy touches.
"But I...'m not... all alone... Am I? You're here. And you..."
Adam sunk his teeth into his bottom lip as Lucifer smiled sharply around a wilting keen. As sweat beaded on his pale brow and his voice lowered to that ethereal pitch again.
"Are. Very. Good. Company."
Adam choked back a groan, Lucifer’s eyes lighting up with it. Damn it, that fucking voice. It was unnatural.
Dangerous.
"Wh-whatever, 'course I am-" He tried to save face, daring to twist his hand around his own girth. "Nnh... I'm a... a fucking gracious host..."
Adam resisted the urge to press himself away when Lucifer suddenly broke his personal bubble, shoulders drawing up as another growl spiked the meagre space between them.
Despite them being in different locations, it felt like it was making the air crackle. Maybe it was interfering with Heaven's tech or something, but Adam certainly wasn't an expert on that.
Or Lucifer’s demonic form for that matter.
His eyes flashed red, color inverting and the sliver of yellow of his pupils nearly invisible. His voice continued that confusing weird echoey, shaky thing that had Adam's insides fucking twisting. His cock kicking out another drip of pre-cum from it all. It was intense and raw and fucking- feral, or something-
"Oh, am I... grateful. For the chance... to see you like this. Adam."
"H-h... h'yeah don't-"
Adam swallowed, his skull buzzing with the way he'd said his name, like he was invoking some long tossed away power or some shit.
"Mmention it..."
Lucifer's second hand moved in to help the first, this time focusing on stimulating the head and tip, generously leaking lubricating precum to make the whole thing slicker. At this point, the pale white was more and more tinted golden, the rush of blood that engorged the cock made obvious through the near translucent skin.
Adam swallowed.
Just... a little was fine, right? If he just stroked his thumb right under the head, pressed a little firmer. He was just soothing himself, not jacking off to Lucifer. Not his eyes or his voice or his teeth or his fat cock literal inches from Adam's holographic person.
"D-don't get... used to it... nh..."
Lucifer's eyes lingered on Adam's face and then down to his cock as he released a deep, longing sigh of Adam’s name.
“Adam…”
"Uhn..."
It rolled over the archangel’s brain in the most fucked up of ways, crawling down and out, spidering along his nerves. The more he heard it, the closer he got to the why of it- why it felt so…
"I... would like to... to do this again." Lucifer huffed out.
"Fuh- fat... chance..." Adam panted in return.
He shouldn't put himself in this position with Lucifer again- ever. It felt off, it felt wrong and like it was crossing way too many Heaven/Hell treaty lines.
And yet Adam didn't put a stop to it, kept playing lightly with himself as Lucifer furiously beat himself off to his image, skimming over the pulsing veins of his cock.
It was Lucifer’s turn to bite his bottom lip, razor sharp teeth digging into the skin and pearling drops of dull golden blood were left in their wake.
How did Lucifer opening his big fucking mouth lead to this anyways? Then again, when didn't the man talking lead to disaster? Prince of Lies and all, of temptation…
"I want to paint you white,” Lucifer gasped without warning, low and deep with primal desire. “Inside and out. You'd look so pretty, your perfect face soiled, your breath shallow, your chest heaving. Lips swollen, bruised by attention."
And oh, Lucifer dropping his poetic approach, voice rumbling with that ancient air…
"Dih-sgusting," Adam wheezed out, the images flooding his mind's eye without his consent. "Nasty- fucking- faggot, of- course you'd want that-"
To stain Adam's olive skin with cum, his robes, his lips... Lucifer's mouth was so close, everything about him was so close but out of reach-
Another mutter of his name, sing-song and sweet with even sweeter temptations.
“𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂...~♬”
Something that was absolutely not a whine slipped through the grit of Adam’s teeth, fingers stuttering over his dick.
"F-fucking beg for it then...!"
God what the hell was Lucifer's voice doing to him? It felt like how Eden tasted on his tongue. Like a whisper on its wind, promising excitement and wonder and…
"I told you. I. Don't. Beg." Came out through Lucifer’s gritted teeth. Firm. Dark.
Foreboding.
"H-hah...!" It shook Adam to the bone, his breath catching in his throat. "A- aw, fffuck, you stubborn... cunt..."
Lucifer looked like a fucking insect, curling in on himself like that, a trembling mess bound to cum any fucking second. His hair was coming out of place with all his wild jerking, golden ichor dripping from his lip from the bite of his teeth.
Eyes stubbornly locked on Adam even as he squinted and jolted- trying to keep him in his sights. Hand flying over his gold smeared cock, jerking off for Adam, spilling his thoughts and fantasies to him.
Whimpering for him.
"Sh-shit-" Adam gasped, knuckles starting to grind along his cock as the pitiful sound looped in his head on repeat. "Oh- ohh, fuck keep-"
He shut himself up real quick, chewing on his lip as his head tipped back, feeling himself on the edge of- of what? There was no way he was going to cum like this, when he hadn't even fisted his own cock yet-
And yet, Adam's unheard request was answered.
Needy, soft little sounds and hurried breaths left Lucifer, hitching the closer he crawled to his own end. It sounded so weak, vulnerable, like he was baring a tender part of himself along with his fat cock.
It drew responding sounds from the archangel, gasps and quiet curses, trying to not let himself be so emotionally exposed.
He was- still in control, still calling the shots. So what if with every piss baby sound Lucifer uttered he'd huff or groan? It was still manly, still measured. His hand was only flirting with his dick, heavy petting to fend off true discomfort. Skimming over veins, knuckling beneath the head, teasing the oozing tip, taking each twitch in stride.
Restrained compared to Lucifer's jack rabbiting, to the audible slide of slick pre-cum over throbbing flesh, hand a twisting blur, spurts of pre phasing through him…
Fuck he wanted to touch it…
…H-his own cock, obviously.
Take firm hold of it and watch Lucifer's eyes widen at the sight, see his lashes flutter as Adam started an unforgiving pace. Squeezing, gliding with ease, Lucifer's teeth a needy clench and eyes a blissed out roll as Adam's hand twisted over that pale flesh like he seemed so fond of-
“A- ahh- Adam…~!”
Knocked right out of his fantasy musings, Adam flinched as the other's cum suddenly came right at and through him, unable to feel it and unable to not imagine what it could feel like.
Lucifer was cumming a shit ton, thick and pent up, with Adam's name light and breathy on his silvery tongue. Eyes rolling back as his face went slack with ecstatic relief, just how Adam imagined it.
Lucifer came- came first because of how badly he wanted Adam, desired him, was drawn to him- He'd cum for Adam, on him-
That same airy tone lilted through Adam’s ears. A breathless, uttered command.
"𝒞𝓊𝓂 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓂ℯ, 𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂."
"Uhn-?!"
Fumbling over his own quick panting, Adam’s hurried with high, scratchy desperation at its edges.
"Fuh- Fuck you- fuck you, fuck you-"
His knuckles ground insistently just below his head, urging himself just over that ledge as his hips bucked towards the inevitable drop.
"Ooh, fuck- God- 'm cuh- MM-!"
When he dropped, he plummeted, a high and choked keen at the back of his throat as he shot his own load onto the marbled floor. His eyes had risen heavenward, blinded by the ceiling lights as he shuddered and trembled through the near out of body experience the orgasm forced upon him.
Satisfaction after a good orgasm wasn't foreign to Adam. He'd had enough to know the slow, lazy creep of endorphins like an old friend meeting over lunch.
But this was different.
He still felt lazy and sated, but his whole body thrummed with it, still sucking in soft gasps as he caught his breath. He felt it bone deep, the familiar warmth in his gut staying way longer than he was used to.
He felt dazed with it, floating a few inches from where his ass was firmly sat. It was like it went past the normal afterglow, like…
"You really are perfect aren't you…?”
Blinking back to some form of existence, he met the soft and worn look of Lucifer. His grin was lop-sided and a little weak around the edges,
“Gorgeous." Lucifer breathed, fond and shaky.
A thin shiver passed over Adam with the compliments, with the tremble of the other's voice.
Lucifer reached a hand out and while Adam couldn't feel it, he could imagine it. Cupping and gentle, smoothing over his cheek and jaw with an odd tenderness.
Usually Adam hated when bitches got clingy after, but this, he wanted…
"Nh... No duh..." He managed, mouth feeling dry and dumb, body tingling.
His eyes flicked to the time, then to the man's gentle grin. Adam debated with himself, with the looming sense of regret in taking this so far. Should he push even farther? What would he even get out of it?
"...hey... open your mouth a sec?"
With a gentle tilt of his head, Lucifer regarded Adam, breathing starting to even out. Adam thought he might be being stubborn again-
Until Lucifer’s lips parted, jaw hanging open. Soft and docile beneath Adam’s surprised watch.
Woah…
Adam wasn't prepared for how easily Lucifer obeyed, nor the obedient picture he painted despite the dangerous look of his mouth. All sharp razors framing the soft pink of his forked tongue.
Heaven's tech was severely advanced in ways Lucifer couldn't have known. The ability to touch someone within the Embassy without the concern of it being returned was one that Adam had never tried but…
Licking his own lips, he slid a thumb over the wet tip of his cock before raising it towards Lucifer's prone tongue.
With a pointed thought, a switch in the holographic system flipped and he pressed the pad of it firmly to the hot and slick surface.
Lucifer's eyes widened, clearly caught off guard by actually feeling Adam’s thumb. It was its own kind of satisfying. His eyes became hooded, locked on the archangel with his persistent undivided attention.
"You wanted a taste right...?" he murmured with a hint of a tease, gently rubbing before drawing the digit away with a lazy smirk. "Aren't I so fucking generous~?"
Quicker than he could act, Lucifer wrapped his tongue around the retreating thumb, the hot curl making Adam’s own eyes widen a bit. It was the quickest little squeeze of it that his thumb was freed and Adam felt a pulse of intrigue.
So he could wrap it around things.
"Oh so generous of you~" Lucifer purred, tongue lingering outside his mouth.
Watching that tongue recede, Adam’s cock gave a valiant pulse, already imagining just what it could do.
"I'd like much more than just a little taste. But maybe next time~" A flush bloomed over Lucifer’s face as he let out a quiet laugh. "I mean... I would definitely like a next time, if, you know, you’d be up to it…?"
Next time, huh…
Adam had to admit that he didn't feel bad about the whole thing. Which was weird. Shouldn't he?
He just came after Lucifer told him to. But other than feeling a little flustered and confused with the fact, he still felt like he had the upper hand. And that was pretty fucking hot.
So.
Casually tucking himself away earned a sheepish smile from the other as he did the same.
What a fucking dork.
Adam let the little freak put himself together and wipe meagerly clean before giving a quick wave of his hand. A floating scroll and pen appeared before Lucifer once he’d hopped off the table and righted his clothes.
"You still gotta sign off that we talked about shit."
Adam moved his robes to cover himself fully, an extra line appearing below the usual lavish end of the scroll with another wave of his hand. Lucifer shot a questioning look his way as he smoothed his lapels.
"And put your number there, you know," he shrugged, giving a faint smirk. "For follow up, or whatever."
Lucifer grinned.
"Alright~ I can do that."
Adam’s smirk lifted a notch.
“Sweet.”
—
So it seemed this was going to likely be something.
Lucifer, while not at all expecting today to go this way, found absolutely nothing to complain about. It'd been a good time for him and he found out some very interesting things about Adam.
He picked up the quill and scribbled his star signature and then a series of digits, the scroll and pen disappearing with a snap of Adam’s fingers.
Well, that settled that!
"Anyways, I gotta split." Adam drawled, a smug smile curling his lips. "Don't forget your ring~"
"Oh, I wouldn't forget." Lucifer hummed, sliding the golden band onto his pinky where it belonged.
Though he did have the feeling, based on the slight downturn of the man’s mouth, that Adam might appreciate it being removed in advance in the future. It was, probably, a little easier to remove the ring a second time now that he'd done it once, that the universe did not in fact implode but did in fact lead to something fun.
"I'm sure our next meeting will be interesting too~"
“...Nice meeting, Lucifer.” Adam smirked after a beat, eyes narrowing. “For once~”
And in a flicker of blue, the First Man was gone.
And Lucifer was left to see the mess he'd made of the chair. He winced a little.
"Wow... Guess I really was pent up…” he murmured, retrieving his hat with a reproachful wince.
He stared at it for another moment, before he shrugged and turned away from it with an extra skip in his step.
“Ah well,” he licked his lips, the taste of Adam’s cum still on his tongue. “Not my problem~"
He had to agree with Adam, he’d had a very nice meeting. For once.
And hopefully a second.