[That's a tone of disbelief right there, even despite the murder and kidnapping, the nakedness and wandering hands. Jeff's still struggling with this threat, like it can't possibly be happening, that any minute now he'll find it was all one big joke. He likes being in control, that's an astute observation, and it's perhaps why he's struggling to comprehend the entirety of this while so far removed from his usual comfort zone. This can't possibly be how it's going to go for him, on his knees, groped by another as they press in firmly against him. Pretty easy to understand where this is going from that observation.]
Don't. No bones. We can talk this out, okay?
[Practically pleading. There's almost no competition against that hand pushing it's way between his, his own grip loosening just slightly as he considers which battles he should be choosing. If Lucifer wants to touch his dick, then whatever, so long as the castration idea remains out of the question. Instead of fighting for that, his other hand is quick to reach behind, between them as he blindly moves to grab at the wrist of those creeping fingers at his ass, exploring far too close for comfort. It's not an area that he often allows to be played near, especially not by a Lord of Darkness.]
Where did that cocky defiance go? Suddenly come upon something you don't like?
[ Lucifer chuckled, his hand stilling when Jeff's fingers curled around his wrist. It was a nice try at slowing him down, and really, such a helpless little gesture in the face of everything else, that he couldn't help but indulge it, just to tease at the possibility that he might stop.
But his other hand was curling firmly around Jeff's cock now, flaccid as it was from fear. That could always be fixed. ]
You should have listened to more death metal, Jeff. This is every other Tuesday for me.
[ The white room left Jeff absolutely nowhere to go, nowhere to run to. It made it clear that trying would be pointless, like a hamster trying to get out of a ball. ]
[That cocky defiance is on hold while that hand is at his cock, hissing a breath through his teeth as even the act of holding him has his heart rate quickening, more so out of concern for his own self preservation than any kind of arousal. Oh, sure, he didn't mind some rough and tumble, but this was far beyond a bit of heavy petting.]
C'mon, if you want dog, I-... [The slightest hesitation as he weighs up his options, ever trying for compromises like the lawyer and con artist he is.] I can do dog. I'll bark, sit and roll over all you want, okay? But... people don't fuck dogs.
[Decidedly not pitching forward, especially not with that hand still at his backside. So maybe there is still some of that cocky defiance lingering in the form of resistance.]
Bit too late for half assed cooperation, isn't it, Jeff? Besides, we're doing it doggy style, isn't that beastial enough without adding barking to it?
No, I take it back--bark if you like.
[ He was stroking Jeff firmly, now, albeit without any kind of lubrication at all. He'd get to that, maybe between breaths, as he shoved Jeff forward, roughly. He'd damn well have to put his hands in front of him, if he didn't want to end up with his face shoved into the ground.
He could fly away, almost without leaving, and so Lucifer did just that, barely flapping a wing before he was laying cold, wet fingers against the curve of Jeff's ass. ]
[The shove has him bending as intended, falling heavily onto a forearm before quickly pushing back up onto his hands. The weight of the body behind him is the only thing keeping him from jumping to his feet right now, but that doesn't mean an escape should be entirely out of the question. There may be no where to go in this room, but anywhere is better than his current position.]
No.
[He grits his teeth against that roughly stroking hand, but it's that flutter of what sounds like wings, followed by fingers playing their advantage that has Jeff reacting, scrambling on his hands to try and crawl his way froward to get even the slightest distance, despite that hand at his dick. He'd crawl right out of this place on his hands and knees if it meant getting out of this.]
[ Lucifer lets him go. That's super damn easy, actually, letting him go, and as Jeff clambers to his feet, Lucifer stands too, taking the tube of glitter-pink lube with him as he does. The Devil is still dressed, still soaked in human blood; that's all about intimidating Jeff, and now that he's free, free to run around the room in circles if he likes, Lucifer just shrugs and watches him.
It's a pleasure to watch him scramble, a pleasure, because he's going to have to face the inevitable sooner or later, and Lucifer's gaze is utterly without comfort. It's meant to unsettle him further, if anything, this archangel waiting for him to stop running about and give in. ]
Jeff, this really isn't making things any better for you.
[The second Lucifer lets go Jeff's stumbling ungracefully to his feet, staggering over to the nearest wall and slumping sidelong against it. He spares a glance over to check he's not being pursued, and then his gaze sweeps the room as if expecting to find some kind of exit. He already knows there isn't one. The only reason he's 'free' and on his feet right now is because Lucifer knows he can't get away, very much a cat playing with it's food. A blood soaked, lube toting cat.]
I... I've got powers too. Don't make me use them, asshole. [Totally threatening, especially as he pins his back up against the wall and does his best to hold back the trembling in his muscles. His shoulders lift as his head lowers, the hackles raising on a cornered animal, but part of him already knows this is all a pointless bout of defiance.]
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[That's a tone of disbelief right there, even despite the murder and kidnapping, the nakedness and wandering hands. Jeff's still struggling with this threat, like it can't possibly be happening, that any minute now he'll find it was all one big joke. He likes being in control, that's an astute observation, and it's perhaps why he's struggling to comprehend the entirety of this while so far removed from his usual comfort zone. This can't possibly be how it's going to go for him, on his knees, groped by another as they press in firmly against him. Pretty easy to understand where this is going from that observation.]
Don't. No bones. We can talk this out, okay?
[Practically pleading. There's almost no competition against that hand pushing it's way between his, his own grip loosening just slightly as he considers which battles he should be choosing. If Lucifer wants to touch his dick, then whatever, so long as the castration idea remains out of the question. Instead of fighting for that, his other hand is quick to reach behind, between them as he blindly moves to grab at the wrist of those creeping fingers at his ass, exploring far too close for comfort. It's not an area that he often allows to be played near, especially not by a Lord of Darkness.]
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[ Lucifer chuckled, his hand stilling when Jeff's fingers curled around his wrist. It was a nice try at slowing him down, and really, such a helpless little gesture in the face of everything else, that he couldn't help but indulge it, just to tease at the possibility that he might stop.
But his other hand was curling firmly around Jeff's cock now, flaccid as it was from fear. That could always be fixed. ]
You should have listened to more death metal, Jeff. This is every other Tuesday for me.
[ The white room left Jeff absolutely nowhere to go, nowhere to run to. It made it clear that trying would be pointless, like a hamster trying to get out of a ball. ]
Get on your hands and knees.
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C'mon, if you want dog, I-... [The slightest hesitation as he weighs up his options, ever trying for compromises like the lawyer and con artist he is.] I can do dog. I'll bark, sit and roll over all you want, okay? But... people don't fuck dogs.
[Decidedly not pitching forward, especially not with that hand still at his backside. So maybe there is still some of that cocky defiance lingering in the form of resistance.]
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No, I take it back--bark if you like.
[ He was stroking Jeff firmly, now, albeit without any kind of lubrication at all. He'd get to that, maybe between breaths, as he shoved Jeff forward, roughly. He'd damn well have to put his hands in front of him, if he didn't want to end up with his face shoved into the ground.
He could fly away, almost without leaving, and so Lucifer did just that, barely flapping a wing before he was laying cold, wet fingers against the curve of Jeff's ass. ]
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No.
[He grits his teeth against that roughly stroking hand, but it's that flutter of what sounds like wings, followed by fingers playing their advantage that has Jeff reacting, scrambling on his hands to try and crawl his way froward to get even the slightest distance, despite that hand at his dick. He'd crawl right out of this place on his hands and knees if it meant getting out of this.]
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It's a pleasure to watch him scramble, a pleasure, because he's going to have to face the inevitable sooner or later, and Lucifer's gaze is utterly without comfort. It's meant to unsettle him further, if anything, this archangel waiting for him to stop running about and give in. ]
Jeff, this really isn't making things any better for you.
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I... I've got powers too. Don't make me use them, asshole. [Totally threatening, especially as he pins his back up against the wall and does his best to hold back the trembling in his muscles. His shoulders lift as his head lowers, the hackles raising on a cornered animal, but part of him already knows this is all a pointless bout of defiance.]