Lucifer Morningstar didn't make you do shit. (didnt_make_you) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-18 22:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lucifer morningstar, samandriel |
Who: Samandriel and Lucifer
What: Dreams, showers and sex
When: 8-18, morning
Where: Lucifer’s
Rating: High, explicit interaction between an adult and someone 4 months shy of legal.
Status: Complete
When heaven went to war, it wasn’t like when men did it. No, angels had far more power than people did. Heaven was bright and burning. Even Samandriel had been given a blade and training on how to use it. He was passable at it, of course, but they expected him to better. The angel of imagination should have creative ways to use an angelic weapon, right?
Wrong.
There was so much screaming, so much yelling. Grace was being spilled left and right, and their father wasn’t lifting a finger to stop it. Not one. Michael and Lucifer at each other’s throats and for what? There wasn’t any reason for this.
Samandriel spent much of the war in hiding, but he felt every death as it happened. From where he’d secluded himself, hands over his ears like that might help anything, he saw it. Lucifer cast out and driven down into the depths. Lucifer burning up.
Samandriel screamed as he wept. Other angels were still fighting, pockets of resistance to Michael and Raphael’s will, perhaps even the will of their Father. There were two archangels in heaven now. Lucifer locked in a cage and Gabriel...possibly dead? Gone for certain.
The emptiness Samandriel felt inside him was something he never thought would fill again. He felt like his Grace had been torn in two and no one had bothered to try to stitch up his wound.
--
That was how Samandriel woke up, pressed tight to Lucifer, clinging to him, blunt nails digging into skin and tears pouring down his face while he screamed in a language he didn’t understand. The feeling from the dreams wasn’t leaving. He liked Creation better.
Lucifer woke with more than a start -- bolting up in his bed and feeling bewildered and panicked at Samandriel's screaming. It took him a second - just a second- to realize the younger man was dreaming, and that there was nothing in the room that was a threat.
And what even was the boy saying? Was he awake? He -- seemed it.
"Samandriel?" Lucifer was terribly aware of the fact that his voice had gone beyond it's normal pitch just to be heard over the screaming. It was absolutely hard on the ears, but he pulled Samandriel closer anyway. "Shhh."
Samandriel calmed slowly, or at least stopped screaming. He pressed his face into Lucifer’s chest, burrowed as much as he could against warm skin.
“Sorry,” he said, eyes still squeezed shut as though the darkness behind his lids might keep his dreams out. “I’m so sorry.”
"What? No." Wrapping one arm around Samandriel's back, he petted the boy's hair with his free hand, a reassuring sort of gesture. "You had a bad dream, there's nothing to be sorry for."
“It was,” Samandriel trailed off to wipe at his face. When he looked up, though, he saw things a bit differently. Or rather, he saw Lucifer a little differently. He looked at the other man for a long moment, seeing not just the face he’d been so attracted to, but something far deeper.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he finally managed once he realized he was doing a lot of staring without context. Lucifer was...Lucifer.
Lucifer went from concerned to perplexed and bemused in no time flat. "Flattering," he told the young man, and used the back of his thumb to wipe the wet further from his cheeks. "But possibly exaggeration." Not that he minded it; his ego was always more than willing to be stroked.
Samandriel closed his eyes and enjoyed the contact. “No,” he murmured. He leaned forward and kissed his lover, needing him to understand. “I can see your Grace.” And it hurt so much to say it on the heels of that dream.
Lucifer took another kiss, gentle and reassuring before dipping his eyebrows down in concerned confusion. "I'm sorry," he said, and found he sort of was, and wasn't that new for him? "I'm not really sure what you're getting at, you'll have to explain further, Samandriel."
He looked at Lucifer, just looked at him with all the love he had to muster (which was really as infinite as things could get,) and thought that perhaps...perhaps they were together in this life because Samandriel had so wept in the last, had mourned Lucifer and all the rest.
Samandriel looked down at his own hand and saw too what he was. He moved that hand just over Lucifer’s heart and watched, just watched, smiling as though silence itself was the most lyrical song he’d ever heard.
He should probably say something. So he did. “Lucifer. The Morning Star.” He lifted his gaze to look at the other man’s, the archangel’s (fallen, but still so beautiful.) “How could you be anything else?”
Well, it was his name. Lucifer Morningstar. One would think that the association would be very easy to make, here. But this was real life, and Lucifer did not believe in gods or god, and only thought the boy in front of him to be an angel because nothing else could possibly make sense for a such a sweet and beautiful thing.
But he saw the implication, was slightly unsure of what to do with it. "How could I be what you say?" he countered, because even with such reverence and love, his lover was implying he was the devil, and that wasn't really something anyone should take lightly.
Samandriel looked at him, not entirely understanding. “I just watched you get thrown from heaven,” he said quietly. “I just watched my brothers and sisters tearing at each other’s throats, had a sword put in my hand and was told to fight and instead hid. I watched your wings burn and you locked in a cage far, far below. Out of reach forever. You don’t think I wouldn’t know you after that?”
You’re my brother, Samandriel thought, I loved you from the first. “Who do you think told me to dream in the first place?” It was an abstract dreaming of course, the kind done by angels and not what he was doing now, but it still counted.
"I don't know what to say," Lucifer admitted, and it was a very strange thing indeed to be completely without words or retort. He covered Samandriel's hand with his own -- larger, it blocked the little angel's completely. "Even if that is so, it bodes well for no one, you realize."
Although, okay, yeah. It would be sort of… well, he was a classy sort of man, and he was loathe to say 'cool'.
“Watch me not care,” Samandriel said simply. He liked being close to Lucifer and this really only confirmed his theory that Samandriel was someone who was only really attracted to other angels.
He laid down against Lucifer again, tucking himself neatly into the other man’s side.
That made Lucifer laugh, unable to curb his fondness for the boy, particularly when he randomly burst forth with a sassiness that suited him perfectly, but generally seemed to hide behind his manners.
"We'll see," he said, pulling Samandriel closer yet and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
Samandriel looked up at him for a moment and then settled again. “I don’t want to go home.” Nobody was likely to be back for a couple weeks, but that didn’t help much. He liked being with Lucifer, even now knowing that it was Lucifer.
"Mm," Lucifer considered that for a moment, closing his eyes again and burrowing down further into the pillows in a way that was nearly boyish. "Well, I don't mind you staying while your parents are out. But I won't always be here to keep you entertained."
Samandriel let his fingers wander idly over Lucifer’s skin. “Sometimes you’re crap at keeping me entertained anyway,” he teased, knowing he was stepping into hot water and not caring at all. He needed to do more than just lie there after that dream.
"Read more books then, brat. It's not my job to keep up with your teenaged libido." Hey, he could sass just as well as Samandriel. He peeked one eye open, but it was rather moot, considering he was spooning with the kid.
Samandriel laughed softly. “Oh please, you haven’t even fucked me yet. I’d hardly count you as trying.”
"Mind yourself, Samandriel." Even if he was still cuddling, face pressed into the pillows, there was an edge to his tone.
“Yes, Lucifer,” he said, clearly at least trying to acknowledge that he’d been put in his place as he rolled over and snuggled his back to the other angel instead. It was all so much easier when he didn’t have to look at Lucifer and see what he was.
“Did I look the same, in your dream?" Lucifer petted his fingers over Samandriel's stomach, noting that he was just terribly awake now even if he would very much not like to be.
“You were made up of Grace,” Samandriel said. “It’s different than a human body.” He closed his eyes and tried not to think about all the obscene things Lucifer’s fingers did to him, nor of the habit he’d gotten into of trying to be tempting by being as naked as possible as often as possible.
“I’d show you if I could, but I don’t think I can yet.”
Lucifer was silent for a while, thinking that over. The amount of trust and stock he put into Samandriel's words being true was strange, he supposed, but no more strange than the rest of his city and its ongoings.
"But you can see it now?" He was interested in a vague way, nails biting almost absently down Samandriel's skin (since it was there).
Samandriel gasped sharply, muscles tensing with the press of nails while he wiggled back more against Lucifer. “Yes, Lucifer,” he said. “You as you are now and you as you truly are. They’re there together.” Maybe it’d get more intense if Lucifer ever started dreaming what he was. Samandriel didn’t know. He should talk to Castiel about this, but Castiel was the furthest thing from his mind.
If that wasn't the strangest sentence to ever be, Lucifer didn't know what was. At this point he was a little distracted though, what with Samandriel wriggling into him even though there was no more space between them to share.
"Hm," he said, absent. "You seem to be awake now. Would you like to take a shower?" Not that it was really a question.
That wasn’t a question, no. That was an order disguised as a suggestion. “Yes, Lucifer,” Samandriel said, wanting more than he was getting, but ever hopeful that maybe now would be the time he’d get more than hands, be allowed to touch back properly. It was doubtful, but that didn’t stop him from wanting.
Lucifer liked suggesting more than properly ordering, it was just his way of things -- making everything seem like a choice even if it wasn't. He sat up and gave a half a sigh at leaving the bed (he liked sleeping, there was no harm in that) before getting up and waiting for Samandriel to do the same.
Samandriel slipped out of the bed as gracefully as he seemed to do everything else no matter that his briefs were making it very, very obvious that such movement should probably not be possible. “I’ll get it started,” he volunteered. He was pretty sure it was expected, sure, but Lucifer hadn’t told him to yet, so it still counted.
It was nice, but not expected. If only because he'd never asked for it before. Now that Samandriel had volunteered to do it, it would be. That was how things worked, right? Right.
He watched the boy work at the knobs of the shower, considering the situation vaguely as he brushed his teeth and then regarded himself in the mirror. The Morning Star. Huh. The longer he looked, the more okay he was with the idea of it, as far fetched as it seemed.
He rinsed his mouth, and then handed Samandriel a little cup of mouthwash. "Here."
“Thank you,” Samandriel said once he got the shower to what he thought was the perfect temperature, not too hot, not too cold and nowhere near anything that would remind anyone of hell.
He rinsed his mouth out thoroughly, steadfastly leaving his briefs on until he was told to remove them. That might have been the most difficult part, that and not just dropping to his knees and outright begging please to be rid of his virginity now. It wouldn’t be likely to go over well and Samandriel wanted whatever Lucifer was willing to give him.
Shedding his own clothing and dropping them onto the side of the bathroom where nothing would get too wet, he then pulled Samandriel closer, leaning down just enough to kiss the younger man.
Samandriel arched up into him, taking the gift of a kiss like it was just that, the most precious of gifts. “Thank you, sir,” he said, too lost in the taste and feel of Lucifer to do anything but default to a word he knew he wasn’t supposed to say yet.
Lucifer would forgive it on grounds of Samandriel waking up screaming. Possibly in a language that didn't exist. No one could ever say he wasn't kind when he wanted to be.
"Oh, you're quite welcome," he murmured, lips brushing against Samandriel's, even while he hooked his thumbs around the waist of his briefs and worked them down and off with little effort.
Samandriel found himself still holding his breath pretty much every time Lucifer touched him like that. It was even more difficult now that he couldn’t stop seeing the truth of his boyfriend even if Lucifer wasn’t aware of it.
He stepped out of them and looked oh so hopeful and innocent up at the other angel. “Do I still please you?” he asked, an unnecessary question sure, but telling someone that they were the devil usually didn’t go over well.
"You're still very good," Lucifer responded, and he thought it was a decent answer indeed, considering the silliness of the question and that he'd yet to get to the coffee portion of the morning. No one should ask stupid questions before coffee.
Samandriel was just lucky he did earnest so ridiculously well. "Get in the shower, Sam."
“Yes, Lucifer,” Samandriel replied, stepping reluctantly away from him to get under the water. As long as Lucifer still wanted him, he thought he would be alright. It was rather distressing to think about a world where he didn’t and so Samandriel tried really hard not to. He didn’t always succeed at that, but he tried.
Smiling to himself at how well Samandriel followed orders despite all his sass, Lucifer followed into the spray of the water which was a ridiculously perfect temperature.
"Come here."
Samandriel closed this distance between them and looked up at Lucifer’s face as though he truly were the most beautiful thing in the world. “I love you.” The words just fell out, and maybe it was because he was young or he was an angel, but he thought he was allowed to feel like that, no matter what.
It seemed Samandriel was coming up with a lot of things today that Lucifer was unsure how to properly respond to. How, after all, could he respond to a profession of love from a seventeen year old who thought he was literally the devil, and had only known him for a matter of a week and a half?
Not finding an answer to that, Lucifer instead decided to go with the physical, pushing the boy against the tiled wall of the shower and kissing him roughly.
Samandriel kissed him back, yelping in brief surprise when he felt the cool tile against his back. His fingers found Lucifer’s hair, body arched towards him. If that was all the acceptance he was going to get, then he’d take it.
Catching the boys' lips between his teeth, Lucifer did not really hold back in biting between kisses, before pushing Samandriel's head up a bit, teeth moving to his neck to mark the wet, pale skin there.
Love might have been a bit much, a bit early. Lucifer was more jaded than all that -- but he could certainly lay obvious claim to what he considered his.
The cry that came from Samandriel’s lips was pure surrender. He held tight, not so much to enough hair, but he found his grip on the other man’s back. “Lucifer,” he said, voice cracking. This was less a shower and more exactly what he wanted.
Again, Lucifer did not see fit to respond. He didn't need to -- he knew this was what Samandriel wanted, at least more so than what he'd been given so far. There was some ridiculously romantic and proper part of him that didn't want to go too far without at least buying the kid dinner first, but that seemed to be slipping down the drain about as quickly as the shower water was.
He rolled his hips forward, pressing closer to the little angel yet. "Are you entertained yet?"
“You have my attention,” Samandriel said, biting his lower lip hard and unable to resist pressing his hips to Lucifer’s. It was the first real skin to skin contact he’d gotten, no one could fault him for being excited about it.
Samandriel was definitely of the mind that they should be naked together way more often...like pretty much always.
"Oh good," Lucifer said in a verbal eye roll, before ruining it all with a noise of approval for proper hip friction. Samandriel was a little short, but not enough where it was an issue. Running his fingers down the younger mans' chest he leaned down for another kiss, only to get the boy to stop biting his lip.
Samandriel gave himself wholly to that kiss, stole as much breath from Lucifer as he could. His hips didn’t stop moving while they were together. He just wanted more of this and he didn’t even know where to begin asking for it, only that he possibly shouldn’t since that never seemed to work.
Breathing was important, particularly when standing under a heavy spray of water and Lucifer eventually leaned back, to do just that. He eyed Samandriel for a moment, taking in the boy's blue eyes and flushed face (prompted by the heat and the water and lust, no doubt. It looked good on him). "Little angel," he said, "Have you ever used that mouth for more than kissing?"
Things he never thought he'd say to a teenager number two hundred thirty six, for those keeping count at home.
There was a quiet noise lost in the sound of the shower, one Samandriel could hear because...well he was hearing a lot more than he could before and also because he made it, but it was communicated in the way he looked at the other man.
“No, Lucifer,” he said honestly. He figured that he was probably going to end up on his knees which still wasn’t what he wanted. He’d take it, of course, but if Lucifer didn’t move faster, Samandriel was going to figure out a way to invest in something with which to fuck himself.
It was called a build up for a reason, Samandriel.
Lucifer shook his head, vaguely amused, before taking another kiss (because he could). "If there's something you want, you should ask, Samandriel. Being petulant won't win you favors or rewards. Otherwise I would just have you practice."
That jerked Samandriel right out of whatever lustful thoughts he was half lost in. He looked positively wounded up at Lucifer. “I wasn’t...” He frowned and looked down, trying to figure out where he’d gone all wrong because he really had just been enjoying himself and willing to do whatever Lucifer wanted and...and...
For the first time since meeting the other man, he wanted to wiggle away and hide in himself. He’d disappointed Lucifer and he hadn’t even been trying to be petulant. He’d just been trying to please him. Samandriel did shift away, not far, but some, like an uncomfortable child squirming. “I’m sorry, Lucifer.” And he really did mean it, he was sorry for whatever he’d done that Lucifer read as him being petulant when that wasn’t the case at all. He would do better.
The shower was large, but not so large where it wasn't easy to close the gap between them again, Lucifer sliding his hands down Samandriel's sides and stealing his mouth in a kiss, half an apology of his own as much as to make Samandriel stop apologizing.
It was possible he'd spoken a little rashly, the boys' words in bed still fresh in his mind. You haven't even tried. Relationships were difficult, and he didn't tend to do them often, not like what this might be anyway. He was proud, and not used to the realization that this little angel filled a space in him that he'd been unaware was there or empty. Probably, they could both do with trying to be better.
Samandriel kissed him back, torn between the guilt he found himself caught in and the way Lucifer kissed him. The guilt melted away under those lips, and he found only the care Lucifer had for him and the love he tried to radiate back at him in turn. Samandriel didn’t think he was ever, ever going to be incapable of loving. It seemed so built into the fabric of what he was that to be anything less than giving wholly of himself was heresy.
When the kiss was broken and he found himself trapped comfortably against Lucifer again, Samandriel said, looking at his chest. “I just want to please you, Lucifer. That’s all.”
"Yes," Lucifer said, not unkindly, stroking wet fingers against Samandriel's jawline. "I know." Generally, he was aware that some people could be happy just by making others happy -- but Lucifer didn't believe it completely. Altruism was a thing that existed only debatably at best, after all. Still, he was sure he could find some happy medium for them both (devil or not, Lucifer wasn't an evil or completely selfish man), even if it would take some work.
Slowly, so slowly, he licked at the water running down Samandriel's neck.
You know what was awesome? Electric water heaters. They lasted forever.
Samandriel tipped his head back to allow Lucifer more flesh to explore, but couldn’t help thinking back to what got them started on their brief fight that had turned into something that wasn’t at all a fight so quickly. Probably this had to do with how awful Samandriel was at actually fighting.
“Would you like me to suck your dick, Lucifer?” he asked. He wasn’t sure how good he’d be at it, but he wanted to try anyway if it would please his lover.
"Later," Lucifer said, in between licks and half bitten kisses, his hands wandering down Samandriel's sides only to curve around his hips and grasp his ass firmly. Samandriel had a very nice ass and really he hadn't been taking enough advantage of this fact beside all the looking.
Samandriel gasped into those kisses, arched with the grip on his ass and found himself half desperate already at what those hands could promise. “Please, Lucifer,” he begged against that mouth, trying to chase those kisses even while he was working at speaking. “Please will you fuck me?” Lucifer did tell him to ask when he wanted something. It was only fair. He ground his hips against the other man’s as though perhaps Lucifer wasn’t aware of how hard he made Samandriel.
Lucifer's first response was to kiss the boy again and then move away from that very obvious erection to turn the shower off. Hey, they'd rinsed anyway, and the older man had an inkling that they'd probably be back in here later anyway.
"Bedroom," he said, simply.
“Yes, Lucifer,” Samandriel said all too quickly before stepping out of the shower so very carefully and going to the bedroom. What? Lucifer hadn’t mentioned drying off at all and Samandriel was very keen on following orders to the letter.
Lucifer wasn't really thinking about drying off either, although he did grab a towel on the way out of the bathroom, half heartedly drying his hair before losing interest in the task.
Which didn't mean that he wasn't a little kinder about it for Samandriel, laying the towel down on his head and shoulders to soak up the water a bit.
Samandriel tipped his head up and leaned back into the towel, and, by extension, Lucifer. He didn’t want to say anything that might make this be a thing that wasn’t about to happen, so he simply looked up at him and smiled.
Lucifer smiled back, feeling nearly stupid with fondness and taking another kiss just to have a reason to spend some of it. He led the boy to the bed and motioned for him to settle down there -- acutely aware that this would be a first for the boy.
Samandriel stretched out on his back, feeling all kinds of fluttery while he looked up at Lucifer. This was really happening, wasn’t it? He didn’t know where to begin trying to do something, so he just looked hopefully up at Lucifer, hopefully and hopelessly devoted to the other man. It was a strange kind of juxtaposition to hold in him, but he’d survive.
Juxtapositions probably suited these two more than either really knew, but as it were, Lucifer was not feeling so terribly poetic. He ran his hands down the boys sides, hips, thighs -- all the way down to his knees before changing course and going back up again. Samandriel was still damp, but then so was he. It was kind of nice -- the air conditioning making their skin a little too cool.
He leaned back toward the nightstand, one hand still on Samandriel's thigh even as he dug around the drawer there for proper supplies.
Samandriel thought he might come just thinking about it. He had to take a breath or five just to try to stay on the good end of the spectrum. He reached to touch Lucifer when he finished getting things from the nightstand. “Will you kiss me?” he asked, wanting more than anything to feel those lips against his.
Even if he’d wanted to, Lucifer didn’t think he’d have been able to say no to a request like that -- Samandriel always so ridiculously earnest, hopeful even when he didn’t really need to be. It was easy to lean over, sure fingers brushing over any skin they could, and kiss the boy. One of those proper, claiming sort of kisses.
Samandriel loved those kisses, loved his mouth against Lucifer’s and his fingers knotted in short blonde hair as though he had any right at all to return that claim or dictate anything. His other hand found its way down Lucifer’s back, drawing him closer while he shifted anxiously under him. He both never wanted their kiss to end and needed it to so they could move on to other things.
The need to breathe properly came about eventually, and Lucifer took that as both their chances to move on to other (but not necessarily better) things. He leaned back enough to offer Samandriel a smile (this boy was his. It was shocking and rather wonderful. What reason didn't he have for smiling?) before uncapping the lube and tipping a more than generous amount into his hand.
While exciting, he knew this was also going to be an effort in patience. "Ready?"
Samandriel bit his lower lip, suddenly sheepish in the face of Lucifer’s pleasure, like he perhaps didn’t quite believed it was for him. “Yes, Lucifer, I think so.” He was pretty sure that the anticipation might kill him.
Lucifer wouldn't make him wait anymore, though. He turned on the bed until he one leg was underneath him and the other was dangling off it, nearly casual. His free hand settled almost comfortingly on Samandriel's stomach and he nudged the boy's legs open a bit more with his slicked hand -- fingers running carefully around his opening.
"I'm going slowly. It isn't to tease you."
“I know,” Samandriel said, breath hitching with the sharp sensation of cool that lingered in the lube on Lucifer’s fingers. He closed his eyes and tried very hard to keep his anxious anticipation from making him tense up while he only worked on being good for the other man.
It was slow going -- Lucifer was more than aware that a first in this regard should be done both right and well. Samandriel might have been okay with the idea of pain, but now was not the time for that. He slid his finger into the boy slowly, only until the first knuckle, and glanced over at the little angel's face.
It was an interesting feeling, and Samandriel could feel his muscles quivering while he worked to figure out what to do or how to hold himself back. He wanted, oh god did he want. He wasn’t sure what to do here other than try to accept it even though he wanted to be able to touch Lucifer or to maybe feel like anything other than completely vulnerable and on display. He was okay with it, he just felt like he should be doing more.
"You're just meant to enjoy it," Lucifer said smartly -- because he was a freaking mind reader, or at least could just figure out what was going on in Samandriel's head because the kid wore his heart and his emotions on his sleeve. Even while shirtless.
He added another knuckle and then after a time the entire finger. It was ridiculously distracting just how tight it was. But he had been patient, and he was patience, and could wait. "Another?"
“Please,” Samandriel said, breathless and, fortunately, softening just a bit while he focused on all these new sensations. Gradually, he began to relax around that finger, soft whimpers catching in his throat while he tried so hard to just keep still and do what Lucifer said; enjoy it.
Another finger was added -- just as slowly if not slower than the first. More lube was added on top of that. Two was good for the moment, and Lucifer experimentally shifted a bit -- half wriggling and half pumping before searching just a little for the particular spot where Samandriel wouldn't have to try to enjoy things.
It was still a very odd feeling for a long while. It might’ve even continued like that, but then Lucifer seemed to find just the right pacing and depth or something because Samandriel found himself briefly completely incoherent. Gasping and moaning, eyes wide, he bit his lower lip and kept his gaze right on Lucifer’s face.
"Is that good, little angel?" Lucifer was smiling, sly almost, as if he'd found the exact way to undo the boy and was pleased for it. He's suspected Samandriel might look good like this, but the proof was really much better. He continued with that, just to see the boy squirm under his ministrations for a while longer before warning him that another finger would be added.
Samandriel took that third finger eagerly, even if the stretching again was slightly uncomfortable for a moment or two. “Yes, Lucifer,” he gasped, forcing himself to stay still so that he could enjoy it and not drive himself to further distraction (and closer to the edge,) by rocking down on those fingers. “Please will you have me?”
"That was the plan, Samandriel." Which was good, because even patience was wearing thin. And so, with a murmur of warning, his slipped his fingers from the boy and then grabbed a condom from where he'd set it on the bed earlier.
The little wrapper was opened as expertly as one could open something like that and then he let out a little sigh as he rolled it on. Even that attention seemed like a lot after ignoring it so long. "Scoot up the bed a little more."
Samandriel did as instructed, though his eyes never moved from Lucifer taking in as much of him as possible. He tried to lift his hips up more when he got settled, tried to make an offering of himself and somehow managed not to feel completely ridiculous doing so.
Being earnest went a long way, really. Lucifer didn't see it as silly anyway, although it wasn't really all that necessary at this moment (although some time in the future, it certainly could be). Easily, he moved to settle himself between the boy's legs, being nearly gratuitous with more lubricant before settling one hand easily on Samandriel's hip and the other lining himself up with the boy. Vague murmurs of compliment and calming were offered, but if Lucifer had to be honest he wasn't even sure what he was coming up with there.
Again, it was slow going. And Lucifer had a look of such concentration, he was almost welcome for the distraction of Samandriel's gaze.
Slow, perhaps, yes, but even Samandriel was amazed at how well his body yielded to Lucifer. It was beautiful. Still a bit odd feeling, yes, but beautiful watching the play of light and shadow on his muscles. His hands reached up to serve as some kind of counter to what was happening with his legs around Lucifer’s waist and fingers mapping his neck and shoulders.
“Lucifer,” he said, and was unable to keep his eyes open with everything happening so very overwhelming.
Dipping his head down to sort of rest his forehead on Samandriel's collar bone, the older blond made a little noise that was possibly a reply to what may or may not have been the beginning to a conversation in the first place.
Moving made all the difference here, and after he'd waited entirely too long for the angel to acclimate himself, he did just that -- an inching little pace that was too much to handle, but Lucifer did it anyway.
Samandriel’s fingers tangled in Lucifer’s hair, a place that was fast becoming his favorite. Just those little thrusts were very quickly becoming not enough. He wanted. He needed. When he glanced at Lucifer again, he saw the angelic, saw the Grace in him yet unrealized in anything more than an abstract sense.
“More,” he gasped. “More, please my star.” Now, in the heat of the moment, it didn’t feel awkward at all to assign Lucifer a pet name at all, particularly one that Samandriel thought suited him so damn well. He was so bright, so very bright. Samandriel was certain that when Lucifer realized...oh god when he knew for certain what he was, he was only going to get brighter. “Please.”
Lucifer paid more mind to the request than he did the pet name, at first -- after all, even he had some limits when it came to thinking during sex. He aimed to please though (even if he didn't always act like it) and changed his pace and thrusts to suit both of their needs more. Faster, a little harder. Fuck, but if Samandriel wasn't good.
"--Star?" He murmured, breath tight, but clearly amused even now. He nearly liked it.
Samandriel cried out, his whole body holding tighter to Lucifer. This. Oh god, this. This was more than he could fathom, more than even the depths of his poetic soul could begin to articulate. It wasn’t just sex. This was almost like the angel song he remembered from his dreams. It might have been sweaty and messy, but that didn’t make it any less beautiful.
It took him a moment, a long moment to form thoughts and then words in response to Lucifer. “It’s...it’s how bright you are...to me.” But talking was too much effort not when kissing was an option right there with throwing propriety out the window. So he kissed Lucifer and even though it lacked his usual grace, Samandriel loved it all the same.
Kissing was a little more difficult to pay attention to when also thrusting his hips, but Lucifer seemed practiced enough, lips smashed hard against Samandriel's, as if finally getting a good taste of the boy. He pulled one hand away from the boys hips -- slipping between them to grasp Samandriel's erection and run his fingers down it.
This boy thought him bright. It was an odd thing, given his idea of who Lucifer was. But he hoped it to be true.
Samandriel kissed him hungrily for as long as he could manage, but those fingers just there...oh those were going to be the death of him.
“Please,” he cried out, already begging, already so close, so lost in how much everything this was. He couldn’t...oh god, help him, he couldn’t. “Please, Lucifer, may I?”
Letting out a tiny panted gasp of a noise, Lucifer only firmed his grip on Samandriel's cock, giving it one long stroke even as he thrust his hips forward again -- a little rougher than called for, but sometimes these things couldn't be helped when there was a beautiful angel beneath him begging for it. "Come, Samandriel." He leaned up as best he could amidst all the rest of the moving because he couldn't help but want to watch.
Samandriel’s body responded astoundingly well to commands. Perhaps it was latent angelic instinct or just a whole-hearted desire to do nothing more than please Lucifer. Whatever it was, Samandriel came harder than he ever thought possible, blunt nails clutching Lucifer’s arms leaving little crescent shaped divots in skin but nothing more. His head was thrown back and the cry that came from his throat was purely primal and entirely Lucifer’s name.
Lucifer thought -- well -- this was something he could get used to. Something he would get used to, and be brighter and happier for. And maybe that was good, if Samandriel was right about the dreams to come.
It didn't take much for him to get off after that -- Samandriel had tensed so completely when he came that it was nearly impossible for Lucifer not to as well, he cursed for it -- but the words came out fondly.
Panting, sweaty, and covered in his own mess it took far too long for Samandriel to come back to himself. He looked up at Lucifer, his smile lopsided and blissful. “Good morning.”
Lucifer gave a laugh and kissed that expression off of Samandriel -- how could he not have? -- before leaning back a little and shaking his head. "And to think, I've not even had coffee yet."
“Perhaps after we actually take a shower, I can make some for you?” Samandriel offered, but he didn’t think any of his limbs were going to be working properly for a while yet.
Lucifer considered that, removing his weight completely from the boy and cleaning himself and then Samandriel off with a tissue. "Mm. In a bit, perhaps. You did wake up early. Nap for a bit, and then we'll work on the rest."
Of course, by then he'd have his coffee made, but it was the thought that counted sometimes.
It was a gift, and both Samandriel and the newly forming dark circles under his eyes weren’t going to refuse it. “Yes, Lucifer,” he said, stretching out and yawning. “Thank you, Lucifer.” The younger man wasn’t awake for much longer after that, but he was far more comfortable.
Lucifer only smiled at the boy, waiting until he was asleep before getting up and cleaning himself off properly in the bathroom. He'd wait on another shower until Samandriel was up -- for now a robe would do while he managed coffee and some paperwork. The boy was a delight, but he was a tad distracting.