Slightly explicit this one - as requested ;)
DECKERSTAR & SWEETCHEEKS
"Blood-" Lucifer gasped, yet stopped by pleasurable pain.
He hissed, Chloe's finger pulling on his curls, holding his chin - as firm - and bloody sinful - as her voice could be. "Quiet."
Oh, it doesn't sound like me, Detective. Emphasis on the 'sound', he wanted to reply, to turn her grip firmer.
He stayed quiet, his slow breath brushing her fingers as she moved her hand down his throat, then his chest, fingernails grazing his nipple, his bottocks soon after.
"The Devil's sweetcheeks… what am I gonna do with them, hm? Any idea, my Devil?" she sought, biting his earlobe.
His breathing quickened, slowed down, quickened once more.
Every now and then. Now with her fingers exploring his muscles, then the most enjoyable pain.
Quick. Slow.
Pain. Pleasure.
Frustration.
Emphasis on bloody everything, everything new and intense with her - his switch of 'immortality'. Because he chose not to be the Devil, the torturer of sins, in her hands.
Because he chose to let her-
He tensed, breathless. "Deckerstar!"
She stopped, as learned before, whenever she'd hear their 'code'. She stopped but her hands stayed on him, moving forward, from the 'Devil's sweetcheeks' to his untouched sword.
"You know…hearing this name, our name..." she whispered in his neck, a thrill of anticipation running along his skin. "It'd almost make me continue."
He smirked, moved his face to meet her gaze, her slow breath.
"That's the point, dear."
