Wicked men that they are, Tamiel and Benjamin have sneaked their way into the nearly fully constructed - cathedral and found a secluded little area - not the confessionals - to be alone. They are very bad men...
He nibbles his way from Lucifer's mouth, down his jaw to his throat, catching the skin between his teeth and nipping it, tasting blood more than once, and he presses his hips forward hard, stopping either of them from moving; bare friction between Lucifer's cock and Azazel's trousers.
Sharp grunts and little moans at the pain - the teeth, the rough fabric - it all suits him just fine. Appreciative sounds and tense muscles in arms that want to move, want to curl around the warm body in front of him, shift down to remove clothing separating his skin from his lover's; hips that try to move and hard cock receiving enough friction to spill already, but not yet - the request has yet to be made.
He takes both of Lucifer's wrists in one hand, the other sliding behind his arms, to trace over scars he knows so well, scars on his shoulderblades, scars of memories long since past, and as his teeth bite down, draw blood again, his fingernails scrape over them.
He can feel the tiny trickles of blood running along his skin - tiny trickles. His body arches sharply at the fingernails over the scars and he bites his lip, loving the sensation.
He tongues his way up to Lucifer's ear, taking the lobe between his teeth, his tongue tracing the whorls and curls, and his hand slides forward, trousers undone and kicked aside, and a tube taken from his pocket.
His eyes narrow and dark, he replies, "For you to take me, keeping my hands where they are and make me scream." He flicks his tongue out to try to taste Azazel's mouth.
He wouldn't dare think of defying Lucifer; never think of doing him wrong.
He kisses him, hard and deep and hot and hard, splitting his lip and sucking on it as he slicks his fingers, reaching down, behind, and slipping one, two, three inside him.
It's as close to violent as he gets, and he strokes Lucifer from the inside, arching his hips, rolling them into Lucifer's cock, the kiss desperation and love.
He cries out again and can probably be heard beyond the walls of their small 'hiding' space. "Yesyesyesyes... now... please," he pants, arms pulling hard against Azazel's strong hand. And he's not sure how long he'll be able to hold back once Azazel does start fucking him.
His fingers are taken out, his cock slicked more, and then Azazel's pushing his legs apart, up, holding him by the hip and the wrists, and he's sliding in neatly, pressing Lucifer against the wall.
And when he's all the way in, he doesn't move at all, just stays exactly where he is, waiting.
His legs are wrapped around Azazel's - more for support than anything else - and he whimpers at the sudden lack of movement. The teasing of it almost makes him come, but he keeps it under control and just reaches his head forward, trying to taste. "Azazel," and the name is a long, drawn-out moan of a sound, almost pathetic, wanting... "now... "
He keeps his lips just out of reach, his tongue darting forward to taste Lucifer's lips, and he draws out and slams back in, pressing Lucifer against the wall entirely with his own body.
He groans at the violence of it, the force and his eyes close and his head falls back against the wall. "Oh God yes! Yes- yes - want you NOW!" and it's loud and reverberates around the tiny room. Who knows who can hear them beyond the walls.
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"Cry out; let me hear you."
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"What do you want?"
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"Do you want me to take you like this? Or would you prefer to be prepared? I could make you scream with one thrust of my hips, Lucifer."
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He slides his knees between Lucifer's, forcing his legs apart.
"But you will not have your release until I say so."
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He understands and he's fine with that, but, "Prepare, please. The other you can try next time."
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He kisses him, hard and deep and hot and hard, splitting his lip and sucking on it as he slicks his fingers, reaching down, behind, and slipping one, two, three inside him.
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His upper lip twitches at the bite and his jaw clenches as fingers push in unceremoniously, but he presses down, against them.
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"Do you want me inside you?"
His fingers crook forward, just so, and he nibbles on Lucifer's lip again.
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"I said, do you want me inside you?"
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And when he's all the way in, he doesn't move at all, just stays exactly where he is, waiting.
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"Now? You want me-" thrust, "Right now?"
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