diavolove me please

As the pride of the celestial realm Lucifer had been far more decorated in his day, draped in clothes of silver and jewellery of gold. He’s permanently foregone the silver since his descension, even relinquishing most of the adornments in his body, but Diavolo has always had a taste for gold.

Large, warm hands toy with Lucifer’s nipples, rolling them beneath palms and squeezing between fingers as Diavolo continues to kiss him breathless. They only break apart when Lucifer yelps at a particularly hard pinch, furiously blushing as he glares at Diavolo.

Almost as if he’s pretending not to see, Diavolo surreptitiously tracks his way down the skin of Lucifer’s chest. Open-mouthed kisses are assigned to his throat and teeth graze past a collarbone, and warm wetness envelops one nipple as his lips latch on.

Lucifer bites down on a fist as Diavolo teases him with his tongue, laving circles over the small, sensitive area. He doesn’t even realize how arched his back is until Diavolo rests a hand over his jewelled navel to gently press him back into the bed.

“Beautiful,” Diavolo murmurs, and Lucifer’s pride finds itself oddly satisfied with the simple praise. “Who could ever surpass your glory?”

He shifts to Lucifer’s other nipple to lavish it with the same care and attention, drawing it into his mouth with his lips to suck at, gold eyes watching Lucifer’s breath hitch in his chest. Fingers twist in Diavolo’s hair and tug – to pull or push he can’t tell – but it screams give me more.

Diavolo switches from one pierced nipple to the other to keep it unpredictable, alternating between suggestive licks and the clink of fangs against metal as he lightly bites down.

“Stop playing,” Lucifer groans weakly, cheeks dusted pink when Diavolo catches him trying to buck his hips, searching for much-needed relief. His head hits the bed with a quiet thud. “Don’t be such a… ah, tease…”

Perhaps he wouldn’t be such a tease, Diavolo thinks, if Lucifer wasn’t so receptive in response.