otherways - Lucifer and Azazel - random scene circa 476 AD

[i_vanquish_evil]

Lucifer: *grabs Azazel and pushes him against the wall, kissing him, hot, hard*
Azazel: *tangles his fingers in Lucifer's hair, biting his lower lip*
Lucifer: *growls against Azazel's mouth, grazing his tongue over Azazel's lips*
Azazel: *tightens his fist in Lucifer's hair and spins them, pressing Lucifer against the wall, a knee between his legs*
Lucifer: *groans as he hits the wall and moans at the pressure between his legs, grabbing at Azazel's robes, holding him closer, tighter against himself*

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[roxula.livejournal.com]

He rubs his knee against Lucifer, lips brushing over his Lucifer's jaw, to his ear.



His hands rest on Lucifer's hips, holding him still.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He grins. "Which boys? The servants or the ones who were trying to bed my lover?"

He shifts against Azazel's knee, getting as much contact as possible in the confines of the door and Azazel's hands. His eyes drift close and he inhales deeply, taking in the scents - the oils on the table, Azazel himself, the heavy arousal in the air. "Mmmmmmm," he moans, spreading his hands so his palms rest against Azazel's chest.

[roxula.livejournal.com]

He grins against Lucifer's skin.



He presses his knee up, and against Lucifer, sliding it up and down.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He licks at Azazel's lips, nips at them, kisses them.

"Of course they do. Too bad for them, no? I prefer not to share... much."

He rocks his hips against Azazel's knee as much as he can, fingers curling in his robes again. "Do you intend to prove to me that you are the only greedy thing I need have in my bed or are you planning to hold me against this wall all night?" he asks with a wicked grin.

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His hands come to take hold of Lucifer's, and he slides them up above his head, his teeth nipping at Lucifer's throat.

"I intend to put you through the wall, not hold you against it," he whispers, and holds both of Lucifer's wrists in one strong hand, the other one reaching down, beneath Lucifer's robes. "Unless you have any complaints?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

His breath catches as his hands are pinned over his head, his chest stretched, back arched, head back and he moans, deep, loud. Immediately hard - harder than before, with just Azazel's knee against him. "Never." And a gasp-moan at the hand. "Never a complaint."

[roxula.livejournal.com]

"Glad to hear it," comes the reply against Lucifer's throat before his tongue snakes out to taste Lucifer's skin. His knee presses up against him, hard, as Azazel's fingers trace delicately over the soft skin of his thighs.

"Will you let them hear you?" he asks, as his teeth catch Lucifer's skin again.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He shivers at the tongue touching his skin, body arching to the touch, wanting more. A deep groan and he closes his eyes in a wince with the pressure against his cock, released nearly as fast with the touch to his thighs that sends another shiver shooting down his spine. He swallows hard and moans again... "If you wish it." ...he is slave only to his lover, his Love, his one and only, no other. If Azazel wishes for his cries of pleasure to be heard, they will be heard.

[roxula.livejournal.com]

"Then let them hear you; let them know what can never be theirs."

He kisses Lucifer hard, pressing him into the wall as his fingers curl around him, and he strokes him with long, slow strokes, and he slips both of his knees between Lucifer's, forcing his legs apart.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He would gladly express his pleasure - with great volume - however, he is currently not in a position to do so. Though, once he's free to breathe again and his legs are being pressed apart as the strong hand of Azazel strokes him, he lets out a deep, low moan that makes up in volume what it lacks in pitch. It might not be heard on the other side of Rome, but in the corridor, surely.

His body arches to the touches, aches to have Azazel pressed, naked, against him. "Take me, my Love. Do what you will."

[roxula.livejournal.com]

He twists his wrist, cruelly, at the end of every stroke, and forces Lucifer to lift his feet from the ground as his own knees touch the wall behind him, and his free hand slides to Lucifer's waist to lift him up.

"Is that what you want of me, Lucifer? Claim you with marks again?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

The twists of Azazel's hand draw out more, louder moans and half-stifled cries of desperate need. His feet leave the floor and his legs are stretched outward, arms stretched overhead and he's panting, wanting... but not quite begging.

"Claim me however you would like." He narrows his eyes, daring Azazel to hurt him. "Marks, pain... do it."

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"I'd like to have you screaming my name," he whispers as his mouth goes to Lucifer's throat, sucking and nibbling the skin. "I'd love to have you beg me."

The hand on Lucifer's waist presses him up further, and Lucifer's legs push Azazel's robes apart, pressing himself hot and hard into his own hand, stroking both he and Lucifer at once.

[i_vanquish_evil]

Hands turned with palms facing the wall, he claws with short fingernails, pressing his shoulders back to maintain balance as he's stroked and squeezed and licked and nibbled. He turns his head to one side, bracing against the pain - pain desired and pleasurable as it sits, just this side of physical torture; pain enough to stimulate adrenaline - and refuses to beg outright... especially not at the first indication of desire for such.

He rolls his head back, eyes half-closed. "You wish for me to beg for what you would freely give?"

[roxula.livejournal.com]

"What makes you think I won't refuse you it?"

His teeth break Lucifer's skin, just a little, over the collarbone, and he tongues the blood, tightening his grip around them both - causing himself to gasp, and exhale over the small wound.

"I will have you begging for me, or I will not have you at all."

[i_vanquish_evil]

A strong moan is his only response.

Then a yelp at the teeth breaking skin, followed by a groan that slides off into panting.

"Why should I beg when you're right here?" He leans his head forward to nip at Azazel's ear.

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He slides his tongue over the wound again, and then takes his hand away from Lucifer's cock, setting him down gently on the ground on his own two feet, and slowly backs away.

"You will beg me."

[i_vanquish_evil]

Involuntarily, he whimpers at the sudden lack of contact as his feet meet the floor again. He leans against the wall for balance and closes his eyes to breathe a moment.

Waiting.

[roxula.livejournal.com]

Azazel makes his way to the bed, throwing off his robes as he does so; already hard, he lays down, eyes closed, and says nothing, waiting for Lucifer to come to him.

[i_vanquish_evil]

He could be a real ass and leave, but that would be terribly unsatisfying.

Head held high, he walks to the bed, stroking a finger along the shaft of Azazel's cock. "You wanted something from me?"

[roxula.livejournal.com]

His cock jumps; he gasps, and grasps Lucifer by the wrist, pulling him to the bed and rolling them so that Lucifer is underneath him, and then he presses Lucifer's hands above his head again.

"I wanted you to beg."

[i_vanquish_evil]

Like before, his breath catches and he moans; he's arched and his cock is hard again and he rocks his hips up, rolling them against Azazel.

[roxula.livejournal.com]

He crooks his ankles, catching Lucifer around the thighs and holding him down, at the same time lifting himself up, so that they're not even touching between themselves.

"Will you beg me to touch you, Lucifer?"

[i_vanquish_evil]

His arms tug against the hold of Azazel's hands, trying to pull free to pull Azazel back to him. He has similar lack of luck with his legs. He groans pressing his hips up as much as he can and gives Azazel a defiant look. Why beg when you can hold out?

[roxula.livejournal.com]

No one can hold out forever.

He finds the ties for his robes, and binds Lucifer's wrists to the top of the bed, and his ankles get the same treatment, as he sits back, not touching Lucifer at all, just watching.