All he wants is to be wanted, that is why he longs for an answer and a certainty. His lack of confidence is permanent, but at the same time Lucifer is giving him more he could ask for. He is giving in, taking, and he would never do this if he didn't want to. That Istredd is positive about. He has every opportunity to stop. As long as his hands are on him, his mouth, it is certain.
The tease is fun. There is a lightness to them, hanging on top. Part of his hesitance has always been about not ruining their beautiful friendship, and that could still happen, but the dam burst. Friendship as a foundation makes this smoother. He knows him. He knows so many details no one else ever can. Yet nothing slowed him down.
He laughs quietly and hums his own agreement. Shutting up is not an easy request. His hands move over Lucifer's torso just enjoying the freedom. Istredd gets to do this for now. After months of lusting after him, he can be open about it. Not only that, it's welcome.
Istredd is surprised by the sudden change but in no way resists, he completely puts himself into Lucifer's hands, settling back and letting Lucifer climb on him like the cat he is. The playfulness about the safety of being like this only means he gives a flirtatious smile back. My protector. His tone is droll.
Then Istreed is arching up toward him and tugging him down, no space at all between them, radiating heat himself. Lucifer runs cold but Istredd is a furnace at the moment, warmer than the rest of their room. He touches his back and digs his nails in a little so he feels it, lowering down and snagging the bottom of his shirt. He slowly lifts it in a clearly suggestive way, wanting it off, his hands simply twitchy with need to get all over him. If allowed, he will pull it off, but if not he doesn't take it personally. This is all so brand new.
He tilts a foot around Lucifer at the knee, planning on squeezing when he wants to keep him. He isn't thinking clearly. He is only listening to his body. "You are so attractive." Talking in this way should be allowed. It's not critical, it's compliments. He desires. This can't the only chance. Istredd won't allow it now that he's had a taste. This is not his real form, he knows that, but he has seen that and admired it too. That form probably would not be able to do this. Allow a human to lust, maybe even have it.
He pushes up toward Lucifer and pulls his head down at the same time for another kiss, drowning in it. Lucifer, he says on a soft sigh. Haven't stopped me from thinking yet. A further challenge in their little mischievous game, two can play at that.
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The tease is fun. There is a lightness to them, hanging on top. Part of his hesitance has always been about not ruining their beautiful friendship, and that could still happen, but the dam burst. Friendship as a foundation makes this smoother. He knows him. He knows so many details no one else ever can. Yet nothing slowed him down.
He laughs quietly and hums his own agreement. Shutting up is not an easy request. His hands move over Lucifer's torso just enjoying the freedom. Istredd gets to do this for now. After months of lusting after him, he can be open about it. Not only that, it's welcome.
Istredd is surprised by the sudden change but in no way resists, he completely puts himself into Lucifer's hands, settling back and letting Lucifer climb on him like the cat he is. The playfulness about the safety of being like this only means he gives a flirtatious smile back. My protector. His tone is droll.
Then Istreed is arching up toward him and tugging him down, no space at all between them, radiating heat himself. Lucifer runs cold but Istredd is a furnace at the moment, warmer than the rest of their room. He touches his back and digs his nails in a little so he feels it, lowering down and snagging the bottom of his shirt. He slowly lifts it in a clearly suggestive way, wanting it off, his hands simply twitchy with need to get all over him. If allowed, he will pull it off, but if not he doesn't take it personally. This is all so brand new.
He tilts a foot around Lucifer at the knee, planning on squeezing when he wants to keep him. He isn't thinking clearly. He is only listening to his body. "You are so attractive." Talking in this way should be allowed. It's not critical, it's compliments. He desires. This can't the only chance. Istredd won't allow it now that he's had a taste. This is not his real form, he knows that, but he has seen that and admired it too. That form probably would not be able to do this. Allow a human to lust, maybe even have it.
He pushes up toward Lucifer and pulls his head down at the same time for another kiss, drowning in it. Lucifer, he says on a soft sigh. Haven't stopped me from thinking yet. A further challenge in their little mischievous game, two can play at that.