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Lucifer can't remember the last time he had sex.
He figures that he must have at some point in the past if only to know what it would feel like.
But, Lucifer truly could not remember the last time he was intimate with another.
After making the initial deal with Diavolo—Lucifer’s eternal servitude in exchange for Lilith’s reincarnation—Lucifer had thrown himself into his work. He had to. Lucifer had devoted himself to being perfect for the sake of his brothers, their protection, and to uphold his end of the deal.
And once he had settled into the Devildom, Lucifer was much too busy to form relationships with other demons, and much too jaded to form pacts with humans.
Well.
All except you, that is.
While Lucifer hadn't had sex with anyone, he was no stranger to pleasure.
To masturbation.
Especially after he met you.
On the nights he spent by himself—or when he was alone in his office—Lucifer was no stranger to touching himself while remembering your scent, your hands, or your voice.
Seven hells , your voice.
He'd imagine you in every position. Screaming for him in every octave.
His pride wanted you under him. Moaning for him .
Lucifer wanted to be greedy with you.
He wanted to sink his teeth into you more than anything in his life.
Never did he imagine that you would be the dominant one.
...
Lucifer was the first to break the kiss. His hands snaked under your shirt to grope at your chest while he kissed down your jaw to nip at your neck.
“On the bed,” you said. Breathless in between moans.
“What?”
“I want you on the bed." You were firmer this time.
Lucifer obliged; picking you up—your legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed you—and carrying you to the bed. He set you down and climbed on top of you, straddling you. Now that he was kissing you, he never wanted to stop.
“Lucifer—hah—on your back.”
Lucifer wanted nothing more than to keep kissing you. You hadn't invoked the pact, so—technically—he could refuse you.
But, Lucifer did want to see what you had in mind for him. It made his heart swell with love to think that you had thought about doing this with him before.
So, he laid down for you. He looked up at you as defiantly as he could—which is to say, not very much. You smiled at him; your eyes half-lidded with lust and authority.
“Good boy,” you cooed; half-jokingly. Lucifer rolled his eyes; not admitting that the words made all of his blood pool directly between his legs.
“Fine,” you continued. “Should I say good pet ? Hmm?” You smiled again. The two of you had joked that Lucifer was a bit too much like a guard dog. He bared his teeth in a fake snarl before he too smiled and pulled you down to him.
You bit at his neck. Lucifer brought his hands to your hips and pulled you to straddle him. Once settled, you unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He did the same to you. You let him feel you as he sat up; he wrapped an arm behind your back and pulled you deeper into his lap.
Lucifer’s lips were on yours once more. One of his hands slipped into your pants to stroke at your sex. You moaned into his mouth and he genuinely almost came in his pants at the sound.
Fuck, how long had he wanted you like this? Thought of you like this?
You broke the kiss to adjust yourself so that you could also slip a hand into his pants to finger him. You could feel his slit; dripping with arousal. You grazed over his clit with the pad of your pointer finger as you tried to move lower to enter him. Lucifer sucked in a breath at the feeling and flipped you onto your back.
His brown-red eyes were darker now. So dark they were almost black. He watched your reactions as he hardened his strokes between your legs. He watched as you squirmed. As your mouth opened in pleasure. As you gripped the bed sheets with your free hand to find something—anything—that could ground you back into your body.
Lucifer liked how your chest rose as you breathed. Up and down. Up and down. He used his free hand to knead at your chest. Rolling a nipple in between his fingers every now and again.
“Lucifer. Stop—Nnh! Stop teasing. Please. Faster.”
And Lucifer wanted to be good for you.
He wanted to be good and to show off how good he was being. To peacock for you only the way that he could.
And yet...
He had wanted this so badly for so long . He wanted to see you cum a million different ways. Surely you couldn't blame him for taking control?
You pressed your fingers deeper into him; your thumb rubbing at his clit. You curled your fingers into his G-spot and his vision blurred. He leaned down to press his chest flush against yours. You brought his lips to yours.
He quickened his pace. So did you.
You could feel your arousal building as Lucifer’s fingers worked. The coil in you tightening. Lucifer felt the same, but he’d be damned if he came before you.
“You have no idea—mmh—how much I’ve wanted this,” Lucifer told you. Whispering in your ear.
You laughed as best as you could in your current position. “Not as much as me,” you told him as you pulled him into a kiss.
He moved to nibble underneath your ear. Lucifer’s fingers moved slower and more deliberately now; with purpose.
With every curl, you could feel yourself getting closer. Fuck, you were so close.
You ran the fingers of your free hand through Lucifer’s hair. He pulled back to look at you.
He smiled then. A genuine, gorgeous smile. He was so drunk on love.
Lucifer felt invincible in your arms. Like he truly didn't have to pretend anymore.
He felt seen.
And he felt loved.
“Cum for me, my dear heart,” he said.
And you did.
It was intense, and it was long . You bit into Lucifer's shoulder as you came, feeling the ripples and tidal waves of pleasure consume you. Lucifer talked you through it, whispering sweet nothings into your hair as you calmed down, grounding yourself back into your body.
Lucifer let himself relax on top of you, pressing his forehead against yours, kissing you over and over.
Neither one of you were in a rush to continue. You both knew that this was the first of many nights to be had.
Many nights, many touches, and many words.
And definitely much love.