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Lucifer wakes up, rolls over and drapes his naked self across the naked body of the man beside him - beautiful man that he is. He slides fingers through his hair, down his face, along the column of his throat and over his chest, skimming a nipple, dipping a finger into his navel before smoothing a hand over a hipbone, down a thigh, then back up to cup his cock. He's not trying to wake him, rather keep him relaxed and asleep. It probably won't work, but that's okay too. The things that happen when Azazel is awake are just as fantastic as those that happen when he's asleep.
Lucifer shifts and swirls his tongue around a nipple over and over and over... still not trying to wake him up, just wanting an early morning taste.

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"Will you beg me, Lucifer?"
He rolls his own hips against Lucifer's leg, hissing.
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And down...
Skipping the bit straining for him...
And down, to pull cheeks apart, and to bury his tongue there.
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"Oh dear God, my love... yes please..."
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"That just means I've doing my job properly."
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And ignores Lucifer's request, for the moment, preferring instead to lick at the muscle again, face buried there, tongue pressing in as he breathes out his nose, nudging Lucifer's balls and breathing on them.
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A leg wraps around Azazel's back and a foot presses into the muscles there. "MORE."
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And then he's back in, tongue stroking, pressing in, fucking him.
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He reaches for the nightstand and tugs the drawer open; letting out a long, low moan as Azazel's tongue dances on his body; and finally manages to grab the correct tube and hold it out for Azazel. "Oh fuck yes..."
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"You are incredible," he whispers before he draws out and slams back in, deeper than before.
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"...incredible..." he pants; it might have actually been a sentence, but both ends are a little fuzzy.
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"don't stop..."
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There's a sharp gasp, a short intake of breath, and he starts to speed up, just enough, to have him panting into Lucifer's mouth as he kisses him, keeps their mouths together as his hips work into a frenzied tempo.
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