"You... are going to be the death of me."
Simeon's voice was barely a whisper; heart thumping almost erratically in his chest as blue eyes flickered from red that was much too close towards slightly parted lips that were also much too close for comfort. Almost every fiber in the angel's being was screaming for him to step back, to resist the urge to close the distance between them with all the power he has. His mind screaming that this wasn't okay; that Father would surely have his head - or wings - if he found out, and he didn't even want to get started on Micheal's disapproval ---
.... But this was also something he's wanted for so long.
And Lucifer was offering it to him. And making it so damn hard to resist him the way he's been trying to every second he's in his presence.
The angel's body is still, feeling the heat from the demon's close proximity as it seemed to beckon him --- to tempt him. And they were all alone...
As an archangel, Simeon was expected to be more powerful than this; than his own longing and desire. But, he thinks to himself through the haze within his mind, it felt much too easy for his body to break that tension and surge himself forward with a resigned sigh; finally closing that distance and pressing his lips firmly against his fallen angel's.
UNPROMPTED ASK. ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING )
SOME THRILLS turned to ecstasy when hearing the poison spilling out from the other’s mouth, bringing him more delight. If only the CELESTIAL realm could witness one of their angels falling into the avatar’s hands and blaming him relentlessly. The thought of their pride being torn was...wonderful, purely to see FATHER grow disgusted in his seat. Red hues glow in the isolated room they were found without LUCIFER’S gloved fingers laying upon the angel’s shoulders. Those broad shoulders that reveal enough flesh, fangs could easily imprint a heavy mark while blood is drawn out. Such thoughts were surfacing up and PRIDE could hardly contain himself from this composure. They have dealt with separation for a long time, acting distant on his own accord for the other’s sanity. Now he’d witness firsthand how a DEMON’S temptations were far more than truthful but lethal---dangerous for humanity and angels. Even he cannot declare from being innocent over DIAVOLO’S temptations when they spoke to one another, now seeing it be inflicted to him. Or was it naturally their own feelings that brought them to this predicament? The eldest resumes eyeing SIMEON with an intense stare, quite familiar to a predator staring at its prey. This would become the death of them both.
REMOVING THE MASK that was meant for show it’d reveal the smile LUCIFER held on those features. Small steps were taken by the AVATAR OF PRIDE, still keeping those hands to himself. His way of temptations were not to strike first...not when the archangel’s body quivers underneath his presence. It was beautiful to witness that resistance, knowing full well of how the avatar’s glance cannot be avoided. The fake blood splatter on his wardrobe as well as cheeks were not enough to scare him away. A faint chuckle escapes at the mere thought, finding him terribly adorable to lose himself. At least HEAVEN’S eyes won’t be reaching them down below which is something they’ve all assured the angels. The freedom they possessed to become themselves was possible, as shown with their distance starting to come together. PRIDE felt those heated breaths that lingered around cold lips who hadn’t kissed someone properly in centuries. “The death of you...or the rebirth of you, SIMEON? Heh, I wonder what you mean by tha---” Words are cut off when lips are claimed by the other’s, shutting those eyes in return. The demon gave no sign of pushing away and allowed himself to press his body against his while returning the kiss. An arm slithers down to wrap around the angel’s waist, the freed hand adjusted gently on his cheek to prolong their kiss.
HIS WEIGHT soon pushes the other against the couch nearby, adjusting himself on his lap before snapping his fingers. Candles within the office lit up to remove some of the darkness until the avatar pulled away from the kiss. A tongue gives a quick lick as he grew...lustful, inching closely on the archangel’s crotch region. LUCIFER did nothing to enact another movement but stare deeply into the other’s eyes with desire. That glow, heavy pants, followed by a shade of red told PRIDE enough of their desire to take it further. Lips hover around the other’s ear and hums a sweet but tempting offer. “If you desire, I can allow you to have me...make me bend under your will, just to assure you don’t receive any punishment. If it’s you SIMEON, I don’t mind giving myself to you to do as you please.”
