mc topping Luci, but he suddenly he has a priority a phone call and mc is going to take full advantage of that. how quick can he lose control and face
the flavor of this request is,,,,,,,,immaculate,,,,,,,
An Important Call ; Lucifer
He’s sure it wouldn’t be a problem if he just… Let it ring, didn’t answer, said he was busy with his brothers and let that be the end of it, and yet…
With his insides currently being rearranged, he finds he can’t quite think-nor can he very well think of the consequences to any of his actions, all his brain can produce is that, his D.D.D is ringing and he sees Diavolo’s picture flashing on the screen and on instinct, he’s reaching over with a shaky hand to pick it up and answer it. The device feels odd in his bare hand-you’d long since stripped him of his gloves, on top of everything else. They were a bit… In the way.
“M-my-my lord?” Lucifer clears his throat and swallows like that’s going to help, like that’s going to make his voice sound any less shaky, breathless, and he hates the look he starts to notice in your eyes as you stare down at him-you aren’t planning on making this phone call an easy one for him. He glares at you, and he considers telling you to stop, even if only for a moment or two, but…
In any case, what was he supposed to do when you only started fucking into him faster, harder? He sort of had to say something, or else Diavolo would hear the sounds of your hips slapping together.
“A-aah-ah-ahem-n-no, no, my lord, n-nothing is-wrong, just-”
Lucifer likes to think of himself as a calm, in control person.
“The-the paperwork? Of course, I-fuck-fuck-n-no, no I’m fine I, hit my knee against my desk, it is no cause for-worry, I-the paperwork-willbedonebytomorrow-”
He hates you. He loves you, but god, does he hate you. This is your fault, he tells himself. Completely your fault.
… But this feels so good. So filthy. He loves it, he knows he does. He wonders if Diavolo has caught on… Likely not, but oh well.
He can only watch, mouth wide open in a strained, but nonetheless… Audible cry, as his cock twitches and as his chest is suddenly covered in white-it’s such a mess, has he ever even cum this much?-and he can’t even breathe, let alone continue to hold his D.D.D to his ear, so naturally, he drops it, and you at least possess enough mercy to reach over and end the call before Diavolo can… Hear anything else.
“I… I… Hate… You… So very much… Do you know that, dear…?”
… You do, and that’s precisely why you’ll have to do this again sometime.
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