Bottom Adam Week Day 2: Mile High Club
That fucker knew exactly what he was doing.
While their uncultured audience might only see Lucifer zipping around and dodging Adam’s holy beams, any proper heavenborn would look upon the scene and blush like a nun in a brothel.
The flirtatious flare of his wings, the scandalous roll of his shoulders, the way Lucifer kept darting up to Adam and flashing those things in his face, all made it incredibly obvious that the fucking devil was trying to get lucky. With Adam of all people.
“Motherfucker!” Adam snarled as he lifted his guitar for another swing.
Lucifer caught the blade end as it was coming down on his head, flashing Adam a smug smirk. “Can’t fuck what you don’t have, buddy.” Even now there was a shimmy to his feathers that screamed fuck me fuck me fuck me.
With a twist of his wrist, Lucifer wrenched the guitar out of Adam’s grip. Adam howled in rage as Lucifer took off into the smoggy clouds, tauntingly waving his ill-gotten prize behind him. A mighty beat of his golden wings was all it took for Adam to start gaining on Lucifer’s fleeing form, the little shit giggling as he ducked in and out of view.
“What’s your fucking deal!” Adam screamed. “I am literally here to destroy your daughter’s stupid hotel!”
He yelped when his ass got pinched. Adam whipped around with a growl, but Lucifer was already diving down, eyebrows waggling suggestively. So stupid, Adam thought as he dove down. Stupid that it was working.
Out of nowhere, Lucifer sidled up underneath him, they were nearly chest to chest and so close that Adam could feel the other’s body heat. Adam felt his mouth go dry as carmine feathers brushed against him, sending his wings shuddering from the ticklish contact.
Wearing a shit eating smirk, Lucifer’s forked tongue slipped out and grazed against the tip of Adam’s nose. Adam swiped at him with a snarl, but Lucifer rolled his body out of harm’s way with a sinuous grace and a teasing laugh.
Their game of cat and mouse went on, but Lucifer’s displays and fleeting touches was having an effect on Adam. And when he finally did catch Lucifer, instead of punching the fucker’s lights out, Adam smashed their lips together in a smoldering kiss.
Purring, Lucifer gave him a heated look. “I take it this means you find me–”
Adam kissed him again, just to stop him from ruining the moment with words. They wobbled haphazardly as their wings struggled to beat in rhythm. Lucifer pulled away from the kiss, eyes gleaming as he snapped his fingers. Adam squeaked when lube dribbled out of his asshole and Lucifer twisted himself out of Adam’s arms before the man could tear him apart.
But he wasn’t gone for long before Adam felt Lucifer hovering behind him, felt the devil’s hands hike up his robe and Lucifer’s arms wrapping over the pudge of his belly. The eager twitching head of Lucifer’s cock jabbed between Adam’s ample cheeks as he tried to focus on keeping them afloat.
The flapping of his wings faltered when the tip shoved into his hole, Lucifer chirping in triumph before pistoning his hips in earnest.
They climbed the thermals, cresting over the cloud of pollution choking the realm, the muted moon glowing sluggishly before the pair. The seal of Heaven glaring down at them. Only briefly, the shame was barely able to sink its claws in before Adam realized they were falling.
Lucifer clasped his legs around Adam’s thighs as they plummeted. The wind whistled in Adam’s ears as the air left his lungs. No longer in control, now in freefall, Adam let his wings fold into his side. Taking the lead, Lucifer spread out his many wings and angled them so their descent would become a spiral dance.
The adrenaline pumping through his veins filled Adam with a light-headed thrill. His heart fluttered in his chest as Lucifer spun them around and around with dizzying speed, the little bastard clinging onto Adam as though he would die if his cock was dislodged.
Maddeningly, Lucifer was still thrusting with shallow pumps of his hips. The excitement of their dive made Adam feel almost numb to the dick up his ass. His walls throbbed around Lucifer’s cock. Almost.
Feeling lighter than air, Adam saw the ground spinning and twirling closer, a deep tickle building in his guts as gravity called them down.
Just before they ate dirt, Lucifer tightened his arms around Adam and pulled them up with a mighty beat of his wings. Adam let out a choked cry as the abrupt change in motion practically speared him on Lucifer’s cock, it felt like the only thing holding him aloft was the hard shaft in his ass.
Adam let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, spreading his much larger wings to coast on a thermal draft. There was a wetness in the crotch of his robe, and Adam made a strangled noise when he realized that he had cum when Lucifer had caught him. The uncomfortable squelch when the softened cock pulled out told him that Lucifer had also climaxed.
A portal opened up before him, and usually Adam would think twice before gliding into a bedroom full of rubber ducks, but his limbs felt like jelly and his head was still in the clouds. He crashed into the plush red bedding with an exhausted grunt, wings twitching and fluttering.
Lucifer finally let go of him, but Adam barely registered him grabbing a cloth and cleaning him up, humming a ditty little tune all the while.
Deft fingers pinched around the edges of his mask, and Adam could only let out a tired sigh as it was pulled off his head.
“There you are,” Lucifer cooed. His hand came down to caress Adam’s face, the pad of his finger smoothing over the heavy eyebags Adam carried. Lucifer bent down to plant a kiss on Adam’s forehead as the man blinked sleepily.
“Rest now, Daddy’s gotta clean up the mess you made.”
Adam whimpered, but was already falling deep into sleep. Lucifer gave him one last fond look before teleporting away.
