( he hasn't heard the name in awhile, but it's not difficult to place — by lucifer's count, he's more like one of those paint by numbers books, a detailed outline in all the ways he wants to be broken by someone else. it's not really luci's choice. danny at least has enough self awareness to know he's poking a bear, which means he's doing it for the thrill of it, the knowledge of what claws feel like pressed into the soft parts of his belly. luci is contrary by instinct, the reason why devil's advocates get their name — being wanted makes him want to give less, though the puzzlework of danny is some other beast altogether. he watches danny's spit slide down his dick with all the emotional involvement of a father watching a son throw his first ball. good aim. what a mouth on the kid.
( he wonders if eve would ever give him children. wonders what they would be, half seraphim and half witch and half god and half human. he wonders if they would look like danny — if eve would like danny. but, well. of course she would. he's damaged and hot and horny. he checks all the boxes. )
slightly too intimate for a moment, he thinks. luci cinches a hand around danny's wrist tightly, squeezing him, removing his hand, stepping away. he throws up a boyish grin, playful as predators flashing teeth as a threat. )
Tell you what. You catch me, and I'll let you suck on it. I catch you, and I'll give you some cum.
( the poorly thought out details of a poorly written bargain — either danny sucks his cock with no reward, or he's an adjacent point to luci's pleasure. luckily it's not that important, because lucifer won't lose, though he imagines how danny plays the game will give him something to gnaw over when he tries to mentally dissect him later. for now, he jogs backwards, throwing up a hand. )
Five seconds to the hunt.
( he turns to the right and disappears in the maze. )
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( he hasn't heard the name in awhile, but it's not difficult to place — by lucifer's count, he's more like one of those paint by numbers books, a detailed outline in all the ways he wants to be broken by someone else. it's not really luci's choice. danny at least has enough self awareness to know he's poking a bear, which means he's doing it for the thrill of it, the knowledge of what claws feel like pressed into the soft parts of his belly. luci is contrary by instinct, the reason why devil's advocates get their name — being wanted makes him want to give less, though the puzzlework of danny is some other beast altogether. he watches danny's spit slide down his dick with all the emotional involvement of a father watching a son throw his first ball. good aim. what a mouth on the kid.
( he wonders if eve would ever give him children. wonders what they would be, half seraphim and half witch and half god and half human. he wonders if they would look like danny — if eve would like danny. but, well. of course she would. he's damaged and hot and horny. he checks all the boxes. )
slightly too intimate for a moment, he thinks. luci cinches a hand around danny's wrist tightly, squeezing him, removing his hand, stepping away. he throws up a boyish grin, playful as predators flashing teeth as a threat. )
Tell you what. You catch me, and I'll let you suck on it. I catch you, and I'll give you some cum.
( the poorly thought out details of a poorly written bargain — either danny sucks his cock with no reward, or he's an adjacent point to luci's pleasure. luckily it's not that important, because lucifer won't lose, though he imagines how danny plays the game will give him something to gnaw over when he tries to mentally dissect him later. for now, he jogs backwards, throwing up a hand. )
Five seconds to the hunt.
( he turns to the right and disappears in the maze. )