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"I take back what I said so many years ago; it's beautiful. But only since you stepped into it," he says in a whisper, pressing Lucifer against the wall, leaning in to kiss him with fingers slid into his hair.
He smiles just before Azazel's lips meet his own. "Don't you think it's a little large?"
"The clergy have to overcompensate with something," he replies, brushing his lips across Lucifer's, pressing him to the wall with his own body.
He chuckles lightly, then groans at the contact. "Mmmm. I think we had a plan, here, yes?" His hand slides slowly down Azazel's side, toward his hip...
"Mmm, I believe we did have."
His own hand, curled around behind Lucifer's back, slides down, cupping his ass and pulling him in close and tight.
"We need to really break this place in. No better place to have you crying for God than in His house..."
His own hand, curled around behind Lucifer's back, slides down, cupping his ass and pulling him in close and tight.
"We need to really break this place in. No better place to have you crying for God than in His house..."
He smirks and it's sly, hinting toward evil. "Oh, you are a wicked man." This does not seem like a bad thing, however. "I challenge you... make me call on Him."
"You know you're going to lose that challenge, Lucifer."
He rolls his hips forward, sharply, his teeth catching Lucifer's lower lip.
"Are you sure you want to issue it?"
He rolls his hips forward, sharply, his teeth catching Lucifer's lower lip.
"Are you sure you want to issue it?"
He tilts his head, as much as he can with Azazel's teeth in his lip and growls. "Of course I am." He rocks his hips into Azazel's, the hand at his hip keeping him close.
He growls back, crushing his mouth to Lucifer's, hand on his ass pulling them in as close as they can be as his other hand slides between them, cupping him.
The kiss is almost violent and they're pressed so close to one another there is no space between them. "Do it," he hisses.
"You'll be begging me to stop teasing you by the time I'm finished with you, Lucifer."
He breathes, hard and soft, against Lucifer's mouth, biting his lip with no gentleless, and curls his fingers, cupping him tightly, and only when he tastes blood does he kiss him again.
He breathes, hard and soft, against Lucifer's mouth, biting his lip with no gentleless, and curls his fingers, cupping him tightly, and only when he tastes blood does he kiss him again.
He growls deep in his throat and whispers back, through the pain, "What are you waiting for?"
He licks up the blood, fingers flexing around him.
"You to beg me to drop to my knees."
"You to beg me to drop to my knees."
He smirks. "Haven't you had enough of begging? Evening Mass is in less than an hour."
"Enough of you begging? Lucifer, there is no. such. thing. as enough of hearing you begging."
He drops his mouth to Lucifer's chinjawthroat, nipping and nibbling, licking and biting, making marks and soothing them with his tongue.
"Beg me to take you into my mouth."
He drops his mouth to Lucifer's chinjawthroat, nipping and nibbling, licking and biting, making marks and soothing them with his tongue.
"Beg me to take you into my mouth."
"Now. Please. Hurry." It doesn't sound like begging; it sounds flat, patronizing perhaps.
He gives Lucifer a Look.
And steps back.
And steps back.
He raises an eyebrow and reaches out to draw him back; closing his eyes and breathing the scent of the air in the tiny room. "Azazel, my Love... my apologies... please, do as you will. Ask of me anything."
He comes back, obviously willingly, pressing himself against Lucifer again.
"Do not mock me, Lucifer."
He breathes his lips against Lucifer's throat, tongue and teeth soft and seduction in a male body.
"Do not mock me, Lucifer."
He breathes his lips against Lucifer's throat, tongue and teeth soft and seduction in a male body.
"Then make me scream..." he pants, hands fisting in Azazel's hair.
"Then beg me," he whispers, his hand dropping, sliding softly between them.
He growls, leaning into Azazel's ear and hisses, "Take me... put your mouth on me... please, Azazel... I need to feel your tongue tasting me... now... please," by the time he's done, it's much less hiss and much more a begging request as his tongue snakes out to taste Azazel's ear.
He growls against Lucifer's skin.
"Much better."
His fingers work at the fastenings on Lucifer's trousers, pressing him against the wall, and he drops to his knees without preamble, taking him into his mouth, just the head, amoning softly around him.
"Much better."
His fingers work at the fastenings on Lucifer's trousers, pressing him against the wall, and he drops to his knees without preamble, taking him into his mouth, just the head, amoning softly around him.
Eyes closed, he moans softly as Azazel moves into place and his hands sift through the other man's hair. "Yes, my Love... oh yes..."
He moans contentedly around Lucifer, pressing his leg up with one hand, over his shoulder, taking him in as deep and as far as he can, swallowing him down as his fingers brush the insides of his thighs.
"Mmmm...."
"Mmmm...."
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