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“Lucifer. Lucifer. Psst. Hey, wake up, you little shit.”
Lucifer groaned as he was shaken out of sleep. There were large hands on his shoulders and a weight hovering over him. With all of his angelic power, he managed to crack one eye open to see Adam staring down at him. “Adam?”
A hand tapped against his cheek. “Wake up, Lu-Lu. I need a favor.”
“Wh…?” Lucifer tried to open his other eye. He was having trouble struggling out of sleep, mostly because he didn’t want to. “Can’t it wait ‘til morning?”
“No. I need it now.” The hand grabbed hold of his face and squeezed his cheeks. “I need you to fuck me.”
Lucifer blinked. Had he…heard that right?
“Fuck me, Luci,” Adam repeated, confirming that he had. “Fuck me hard and fast and right now.”
Lucifer sat up with the groan, forcing Adam to crawl backwards off of him. He put a hand to his forehead and tried to massage away the confusion of his rude awakening, while Adam sat perched on the edge of the bed like a great bird. His wings were flared. He smelled like sweat and adrenaline. He was wearing boots on the bed, which were…
“Is that blood?” Lucifer was suddenly awake.
“Naw, not mine,” Adam said, waving his hand. “I just got carried away a bit. Guy’ll pull himself together…eventually. And the sheets need to be cleaned anyway. I sweated through them.”
Lucifer scrunched up his face.
“Adam, what—?”
“Are you in the mood to fuck?” Adam cut him off. “Because I gotta tell you, I’m so hard and I want you inside me, like, yesterday.”
Lucifer shook his head. “You woke me up…to fuck?”
“Yeah-huh.”
“Adam…”
Adam held up his hands. “Yeah, fine, if you’re not in the mood, whatever. I’ll go tug one out in the bathroom.” He jerked his thumb towards the en suite bathroom. “But that seems kinda pathetic and I wanna feel alive right now, so if you’re down to fuck, get your skinny ass up and inside of mine.”
Lucifer stared at him, took all of him in. He was dressed. There was blood on his shoes. He’d obviously been out somewhere.
“Adam, what’s going on?”
“I’m taking back control of my damn life, that’s what’s going on.”
Lucifer’s sleep-addled mind was finally starting to pull the pieces together.
He sat up on his haunches, pulling the covers with him, and took Adam’s hand in his own. “Maybe we should talk about this in the morning.”
Adam pulled his hand away. “You don’t want to, that’s fucking fine, man,” he mumbled pissily. “Just say so.”
Lucifer chased after his hand, holding tighter. Not so tight that Adam couldn’t pull free if he really wanted to. “I want to, Adam,” he said. “I want you to…lay me down and make love to me under the open sky.”
Adam winced. “Gonna use that against me for the rest of eternity, huh?”
Lucifer crawled forward, resting his palm against Adam’s cheek. “I want it to be special,” he said. “I want it to be gentle and mind-blowing and everything we both deserve.”
Adam snorted. “You’re such a sentimental pussy.”
“Yeah, I am.” Lucifer grinned at him. “You’re not a one-night stand, Adam. You’re not a distraction for me. I care about you too much for that. So please don’t ask it of me, okay?”
“I’m not…” Adam wouldn’t meet his eyes. “This is what I want. I’m ready. I can…” He gnawed aggressively on the inside of his cheek. “I trust you, okay. I trust you to fuck me and make it feel good.”
“I’m not ready,” Lucifer said.
And he wasn’t.
It wasn’t because of what had happened—or almost happened—in the void. It had been horrible, beyond horrible. It filled him with the memory of helplessness, fear, and overwhelming rage to think of it. But it didn’t invade his dreams and waking thoughts the way it did with Adam. And that was the problem.
Adam wanted to prove he was ready for intimacy again. Maybe he was. But a spur-of-the-moment, middle-of-the-night fucking wasn’t the venue. Not when he’d been out doing…who knew what on the streets of hell. Reckless. It was damn reckless of him.
“Give me some space?” he suggested.
He saw Adam relenting from the way his face pulled into a pout. “Yeah, I mean…I want us to both want it. Fucking obviously.”
He started to rise, but Lucifer grabbed hold of his wrist. Again, not too strong, but enough to draw him back.
“Would you like to cuddle instead?”
Adam hated the word “cuddle,” so Lucifer used it at every possible turn. He’d never been turned down for a “cuddle” yet.
“I don’t know,” Adam groused, “I’m hard as fuck. I need to take care of this.”
Lucifer’s eyes trailed down to the seam of Adam’s pants. “I could help you with that.”
The pout evaporated from Adam’s face.
Lucifer ran his tongue across his lips. “I could give you a hand, if you want.” He released Adam’s wrist and let his hand travel down, tracing the inseam of the jeans along his inner thigh. “Does that sound agreeable?”
Adam’s breath hitched. “Y-yeah.” He nodded. “Fuck yeah.”
Lucifer smirked. “So the question is, do you want a light touch?” His fingers brushed against Adam’s crotch. Adam hadn’t been lying. He was hard and straining against the fabric of his pants. “Or do you want a heavy hand?”
Adam’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Heavy hand,” he gasped. “God, please, use a heavy hand.”
That was all Lucifer needed to know.
He pounced up, grabbing Adam’s wrists and pinning them against the bedpost. Adam let out a needy moan. His body shuddered as Lucifer leaned in close. “I can’t compel you to do anything anymore, Adam, so you need to tell me if I’m overstepping. Do you understand?”
Adam nodded lazily.
Lucifer shoved him harder against the bedpost, smacking his horns against the wood. “Do you understand? The safeword is ‘stop.’ That’s it. I hear you say ‘stop,’ or any variation of that theme, and we’re stopping. End of story.”
Adam nodded, more vigorously this time. “What if you feel like stopping?”
“Then I’ll stop. I’ll get up and leave.”
“Fair enough.”
“Good.”
Lucifer maneuvered him down onto the mattress, still holding his wrists pinned. The look of trust on Adam’s face had his tail sprouting, and he felt it whipping back and forth like a cat’s. Like Adam was a mouse he intended to play with for a good, long time.
“Good boy,” he repeated as he climbed on top of him, straddling him. “Now, keep your hands right there, love. No touching me or yourself.”
Adam whined low in his throat but nodded. He kept his arms in place as Lucifer released him.
“Now.” Lucifer smiled, tapping his lip as he pretended to think. “What shall we do about your little problem, hmm?”
“Little?” Adam smirked and bucked his hips up, grinding his clothed erection against Lucifer.
“Oh, yes, very impressive,” Lucifer said flatly. He pushed down with his own hips, stilling Adam’s movements and denying him any sort of friction. “Behave now, Adam.”
Adam’s smirk turned into a pout. “Yes, sir,” he mumbled, but it was hard to tell how sincere he really was.
Regardless, Lucifer was done indulging him. He was also getting hard himself, with Adam’s body pinned under him like this. Unfortunately, he couldn’t reach the man’s mouth and pants at the same time, so he paused just long enough to press a hot kiss to his lips before moving downwards.
He let his fingertips trail down Adam’s arms, tickling at the sensitive flesh on the inside, and then over his chest. The material of his band t-shirt was thin, and Lucifer’s fingers brushed over feathers and peaked nipples through the fabric. He felt the sharp rise of Adam’s chest as he sucked in a breath, but he was a good boy and kept his hands above his head.
Lucifer flattened out his hands, running them over Adam’s belly, down to his sides. Adam’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. Lucifer watched his face carefully as his hands found the fly of his pants. Adam’s nostrils flared. He let out a soft sigh as Lucifer popped the button of his jeans and slowly, torturously pulled down the zipper with a soft hiss.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of the jeans and the plain black boxer shorts underneath, all the while watching Adam for any signs of discomfort. He wished desperately that he knew Adam’s body more intimately, so that he could better judge arousal from fear. He did not entirely trust Adam to tell him to stop if he was uncomfortable.
Well, there was always the failsafe.
“You okay?” he asked.
In answer, Adam bucked his hips. His straining member was more than visible behind the confines of the boxers. His arms trembled, and he was visibly warring to keep from moving them. “Don’t be a fucking cocktease,” he grumbled.
Lucifer obliged. He shimmied the jeans and boxers down over his feathered thighs, marveling at how Adam had gotten into them in the first place. They were so tight, they left red marks against his newly exposed flesh. Lucifer pulled them down to his knees. He considered pulling off Adam’s bloody boots so he could get them off entirely, then decided it was too much trouble. This was fine.
Adam’s dick was free and jutting upward. He’d been right, of course. He wasn’t “little.” It wasn’t like this was the first time Lucifer had seen the “original dick,” but it was the first time he’d seen it like this. For him, the both of them, alone, together. He reached out and wrapped his hand around it, reverently, and turned his eyes back towards Adam’s.
Adam’s entire body shivered as Lucifer gave him a slow, languid pump. “Shit,” he hissed through his teeth.
Lucifer brought a little hellfire to his palm, just the tiniest amount to give some more warmth to his hand. When he gave another tight stroke, Adam nearly jumped off the bed, kicking out with one foot.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Too much?” Lucifer asked, stilling his movements.
“No! No, not enough! More!” Adam tried to fuck into his hand.
Lucifer tutted and gave him a firm but gentle slap to his thigh. “Behave yourself, Adam. Last warning.”
In response, Adam flopped himself down onto the mattress, his jaw clenched in determination. It was really cute how resolved he was to comply with Lucifer’s orders.
Lucifer hummed in approval and began pumping him in earnest. He relished every little groan and gasp he managed to pull from Adam’s throat, the trembling of his limbs, the flush of his face. He shifted his position, dragging his hand up the length of Adam’s cock and using his thumb to tease the head, which had Adam moaning and tensing his shoulders.
“Adam,” he said, keeping his voice low and husky, “you’re perfect like this.”
Adam squeezed his eyes closed and clenched his teeth. “Fuck! Luci, I—I’m gonna—” He couldn’t seem to catch his breath enough to finish. Gasping pants took hold of his chest, turning him voiceless as Lucifer worked him.
Lucifer crawled on top of him, draping himself over Adam’s belly, pinning his moving hand between them. The combined heat of their bodies brought sweat beading along Adam’s skin. Lucifer was immune to such things, but he enjoyed how rough and dirty it felt, the feel of salt on skin and hair and feathers.
It built to a fever pitch. Adam finally released his hands from above his head. He grabbed for Lucifer’s hips, but managed to stop himself just in time, instead grabbing fistfuls of the sheets and clutching them for dear life.
“Good boy,” Lucifer murmured.
“Love you,” Adam wheezed.
Lucifer froze.
Adam looked down the length of his body as him. His pupils were blown wide, and sweat had matted his hair to his forehead. “Love you,” he repeated in a wrecked voice.
Lucifer abandoned his hold on Adam’s dick to climb up. He ignored the indignant noise of protest and cupped Adam’s face, pulling him in for a kiss. This one he let linger. The taste of earthy copper flooded his mouth, the taste of Adam. He only pulled away to draw air.
“I love you too,” he breathed.