#misc!

“i’d appreciate it if you’d hurry up a little,” lucifer had called from his position on his bed. his face was flushed and his arms were pulled taut over his head with thick black rope that kept him in place.

his hair was messy, fluffy from how you’d tugged on the jet black stands only an hour earlier. his chest moved up and down with deep breaths of anxious anticipation as he waited for you to do anything. he was stark naked, save for the ironically red plug nestled between his cheeks, fighting the urge squirm under your nearly predatorial eyes.

“why should i? i think i should take my time with you, luci,” you grinned at him, taking a couple steps forward before kneeling on the bed, between his spread legs. “you’re torturing me here, love.” he murmurs, holding eye contact and trying to buck his hips up for any form of friction.

you run a finger along the length of his cock. it was as needy as he was — his tip flushed red as he leaked precum down his shaft. he shivers at the feeling. “i’m.. i’m ready for you, just do something already,” he whines, but you ignore him on purpose.

“you’re so sensitive… i wonder how many times i could make you cum for me?” you ask rhetorically, moving your finger down to press at the base of the plug. he inhales sharply, “if you keep teasing me..” he grits, shamelessly clenching around the plug.

you wrap your hand around his cock and he practically shivers at the feeling. “you’ll what? we both know you won’t do anything but take what i decide to give you,” you mutter, and he shrinks back a little.

“you know how i love to hear you beg, luci.“ you tell him, stroking him slowly. the noises that tumble past his lips has you straining against the confines of your own boxers.

he’s clenching his teeth, pulling against the rope and trying not to give you the satisfaction of him moaning, though his plan fails when you swipe your thumb over his slit. he chokes out a curse, melting into his velvet sheets.

you could feel him throb and twitch in your palm, you knew it wouldn’t be long before he cracked a little and gave you what you wanted. more precum dropped down his shaft and you used it as lube to stroke him faster.

he lets his head fall back into the pillows, guttural moans leaving his lips in quick succession. “please!” he blurts finally, tears building up behind his eyes as he stares you down. “i’m sorry! fuckfuckfuck-!” he whispers, and you smile.