But Lucifer did. It was beautiful. He couldn't remember the last time he'd ever heard her sound quite like this, so raw and desperate and running over with-- it.
Whatever it was. Even he wasn't sure.
He kissed the mark on her neck and slid up and bit down and left another one and listened to the wet noises she made around his fingers. (Let himself miss it, just for a moment, the feeling of her wet and writhing around him...)
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Date: 25 Jul 2022 21:06 (UTC)Whatever it was. Even he wasn't sure.
He kissed the mark on her neck and slid up and bit down and left another one and listened to the wet noises she made around his fingers. (Let himself miss it, just for a moment, the feeling of her wet and writhing around him...)