( it's strange, to be effectively eaten by someone with blunt teeth, blood in their veins. lucifer has an out of body moment when he tries to remember how he got here, on the outside of this moment and looking in, to danny cradled between his pointy shoulder blades, lips wrapped around what should be his greatest shame, and yet isn't. it's not unflattering β jesus gave his body and blood to his disciplines on the eve of his death and judas' betrayal, and lucifer doesn't mind the literary implications of it, blessing danny's tongue with sacrament, a ritual in the making. well, depending on what it does to him, obviously. it has every possibility to be cataclysmic. luckily not for luci β you can't kill the devil by drinking him dry. he's not sure you can kill the devil at all, or else god surely would've done it by now.
still somewhat outside of the moment, he looks down at danny's hand covering his, covering his cock. the devil does get hard. the devil is hard, surprisingly enough. it tents through his shorts proudly, but still looks stupid, cockhead cradled in the palm of his hand, as if to push it back inside himself. not quite sure how the anatomy works β it's like he's never touched his dick before, and doesn't know how to do it. another thing he forgot? )
I make deals.
( he stirs, falling back into himself, shoulders rolling back to test the new spaces danny has made in him, new places knitting themselves back together. he turns, occupying a single step between danny's feet, hip checking his dick, before pulling back and away, to face him, discerning. knives, or any weapon really, is a gamble. anything with luci's power in it could be used to manipulate him. a blade has the potential to hurt him. it's a bad trade. and yet.
crossing his arms, he leans back against the minotaur statue, smudging their blood on its feet. he nods once, considering. )
My deals are notoriously difficult to break. ( thoughtful, he looks up, sees the minotaur's fat nutsack over his head and frowns, looking back down. his own nutsack is somewhere under his hard dick. it all feels veryΒ primal. ) Lily wants a knife. ( he wavers on that, head tilting back and forth in thought. after a beat, he snaps his fingers, conclusively. ) A knife crafted by the Devil's hand in exchange for your name, and a favor of my choice at a future date. For this, I will bargain β final offer.
( luci spits in his palm almost childishly, before extending his hand for a shake, brows lifted at danny to do the same. he says final offer but it never is β though usually times are a lot more desperate than this, and everyone makes demands for a whole lot more. really, this is almost pleasant, and therefore quite novel. )
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still somewhat outside of the moment, he looks down at danny's hand covering his, covering his cock. the devil does get hard. the devil is hard, surprisingly enough. it tents through his shorts proudly, but still looks stupid, cockhead cradled in the palm of his hand, as if to push it back inside himself. not quite sure how the anatomy works β it's like he's never touched his dick before, and doesn't know how to do it. another thing he forgot? )
I make deals.
( he stirs, falling back into himself, shoulders rolling back to test the new spaces danny has made in him, new places knitting themselves back together. he turns, occupying a single step between danny's feet, hip checking his dick, before pulling back and away, to face him, discerning. knives, or any weapon really, is a gamble. anything with luci's power in it could be used to manipulate him. a blade has the potential to hurt him. it's a bad trade. and yet.
crossing his arms, he leans back against the minotaur statue, smudging their blood on its feet. he nods once, considering. )
My deals are notoriously difficult to break. ( thoughtful, he looks up, sees the minotaur's fat nutsack over his head and frowns, looking back down. his own nutsack is somewhere under his hard dick. it all feels veryΒ primal. ) Lily wants a knife. ( he wavers on that, head tilting back and forth in thought. after a beat, he snaps his fingers, conclusively. ) A knife crafted by the Devil's hand in exchange for your name, and a favor of my choice at a future date. For this, I will bargain β final offer.
( luci spits in his palm almost childishly, before extending his hand for a shake, brows lifted at danny to do the same. he says final offer but it never is β though usually times are a lot more desperate than this, and everyone makes demands for a whole lot more. really, this is almost pleasant, and therefore quite novel. )