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[The video opens on a rather ecstatic looking face, the Devil seemingly pleased beyond all measure as he stands in what appears to be an abandoned club.]

Hello, hello, you lovely duckies, you. Lucifer, here, and I'm thrilled to be able to share the news that through whatever means that I'm not currently questioning, my bar's wound up being sucked through that lovely portal. Or something. Not too sure on the specifics, but again, not questioning. To anyone who noticed a rather tall building appear, that'd be mine. Well, it is now. Papers signed and everything. Ladies and gentlemen... and others, welcome to Lux.

[There was a moment where he paused and turned the camera around, showing the interior of Quarantine's newest posh bar, then the screen was back on him and his too-pleased smile.]

While I'd love to open it as is, since everything including top shelf alcohol seems to have come through with it, I'm a bit short on staff. And by short I mean completely bereft. So, if anyone's interested in bartending, dancing, or finding another occupation that may be needed here, do please contact me. My new quarters will be in the Penthouse -- which reminds me, there's scads of floors here that are free, so I'm leasing space as well to anyone who's of a need. I'm sure there's a deal to be made for anyone interested.

[*note: There's a semi-walkthrough video here for a better look of the interior of the club, for those interested.]

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[A deeper sounding groan, that heat of her mouth starting to tease over him, the wet lick of her tongue against him making his toes curl on either side of her body. Father, but she drove him mad, and he loved it.]

Wicked little tongue... suits the wicked minx you are, love.

You love it.

[Spoken lowly against him, giving him one last flick of her tongue over his tip before she's moving lower again. This time, she lets the full blade of her tongue press hot and wet against him before dragging it up slowly over his length until she gets to the head of him again, lips closing back around him and giving him one long, intent suck.]

Oh... yes, I do-- ah!

[He stopped playing then, for a moment, a tangle of jumbled notes sounding as he pressed his hands down on the keys, thighs squeezing around her as his breath stuttered out.]

Bloody hell...

[The sudden cacophony of noise and following cessation of music has her stopping and pulling off his cock entirely to watch him. Just taking in the sight and sounds of his startled pleasure.]

Mm. I'm pretty sure that's not how that song goes.

What?

[He looked down at her again, then laughed.]

Oh, I'll be getting you back for this, Detective.

[His hands lifted back to the keys, dancing over them to play "Kiss", by Prince.]

Edited 2017-07-21 03:32 (UTC)

I'm sure you will.

[A simple quip before she returns to her previous ministrations, lips closing around him again and sucking lightly while occasionally swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. She loves the feel and heat of him against her lips and tongue, feels a shudder roll down her spine at the arousal she can taste there. Her grip around him tightens a bit as she begins to take him a bit further in, eyes flickering up to meet his.]

[His attention is mostly on her, heat in his eyes as he watches her lips slide a little further down over him, feels the sweep of her tongue around him. There's a little bit still on the music, enough so that he can play without messing up again, but his heart's not in it. He's too busy thinking of all the things he wants to do to her while enjoying that slow sucking, teeth worrying his lower lip.]

Who's the devil now?

[Sorry, Lucifer. She would respond, but she's too busy with the cock in her mouth. She does let out a low, rumbling groan, though, letting those vibrations play across him. He's still playing, but his attention is diverted, and he'd find her eyes gazing at him steadily every time he glances down at her. She lets the length of her tongue taste him again and keeps it there a little longer than before while she sucks at him, hand tightening and loosening around the base every now and then as she feels him throb.]

[It's that combination of her hand and her mouth that has his fingers fumbling again, one hand moving down to slide into her hair as the other just grips the edge of the piano.]

Chloe-

[There was a thread of desperation in his voice, his breath catching as he watched her, felt her teasing at him.]

[Ah, ah, ah. She hears the music fade and feels his fingers weaving through her hair, along with the desperate tone of voice calling her name. It has her pulling off of him with a loud pop, hand still gripped around him as she glances up at him, a smile curving at her reddened and swollen lips.]

Yeah, Lucifer?

Don't-- don't stop.

[He liked it. He loved the heat of her mouth, his breath coming more quickly as he watched her give him that cat with the canary look.]

May I... well, are you planning on finishing that?

[Translation: Would she let him come in her mouth?]

I am.

[And considering he asked oh so nicely, she carefully guides him into her mouth again even as she feels that rush of adrenaline pumping through her blood at the prospect of him coming in her mouth. She's not a squeamish one when it comes to that. And besides, it'd be rude to make him cause a mess all over his piano. He's just gotten it back, after all.]

[What a lovely, considerate young woman she was. He did so love his piano, but if pressed, he'd say he loved her more. His hand slid through her hair, feet on the ground beside her with just his toes pressing on the floor, knees lifted as he tipped his pelvis forward, letting her have as much of him as she wanted.]

Your graciousness knows no bounds.

[Even if it was said tongue in cheek, it was said with a breathy, husky tone that implied he might actually mean it.]

[She adores it. Adores the way his thighs tense and the flushed look over his face. Adores how his hand slides through her hair out of the want to have her closer. Adores that breathy voice as she pleasures him. Adores him and watching him slowly come apart. His silent request for her to take in more of him is met almost gratefully with how fast she obliges, other hand letting go of his leg to join the other on his cock as her head slowly starts bobbing up and down his shaft. She can taste him there, salty and heavy on her tongue as his pleasure builds.]

[In any other instance, Lucifer would want to draw it out. To make his pleasure, and hers, last. To keep that orgasm from happening as long as possible, to make it punch him when it did.

But drawing it out in that instance wouldn't be the wisest idea. Making her stay on her knees, making her work her mouth over him longer than necessary wasn't a pleasure. So he pushes his pleasure to the forefront, makes himself concentrate on it, on her, on the feel of her hair and skin under his touch, on her mouth and that wet, sucking heat over his length. On her hands on him, on the scent of her rising up from his groin. He lets himself feel it all, makes it something he focuses on so that he's iron hard in her grip, cock throbbing as pleasure threatens to break out imminently.]

Love...

[She's focused, too, in her own way, intently working her mouth and lips and tongue over him to drive him further and further over that slowly fading line of pleasure. And when he calls to her in that tone of voice and pet name she knows exactly what he's trying to tell her. It's in the way he's resting hard and heavy on her tongue, the way his muscles tighten and twitch under her touch. Her eyes close for a moment just for the sake of drinking in the sensation before she opens them again, casting them upwards so she can gaze at him almost lazily. Her mouth and lips close around him once again as he nudges the side of her cheek, and she slides him in just a little bit further. He's too big for her to take in all of him, but she wants him, wants him to let go.]

[It's the way she seems to prepare for it, to look up at him like she's giving him the green light, like she's asking for him to spill into her that pushes him over that final little blockade between him and pleasure. His hand clenches in her hair, the one on the piano slipping a bit and hitting a couple keys, the notes ringing out to mingle with his cry as he fights to keep his hips from bucking, jerking a little and then stilling so he doesn't hurt her. Doesn't do more than just press a little more firmly against her cheek as he comes. Oh, those eyes could undo him all on their own, he was quite certain of it.]

[She's ready for him when he comes, holding still as he presses in against her and tastes the salty rush of him flooding her mouth. She swallows some of it, feeling it slide down her throat before she begins to slowly pull off of him. Which, if he's looking, would reveal to him quite the sight of her tongue flicking out to lick her wet and red lips for more of his come.]

[He is, of course, staring down at her, watching those red, red lips as they drag off his cock, as they slide over the head of him and her tongue slides out, licking that slight bit of creamy residue off her lips. He groans, pushing the stool back and moving to tug her to her feet.]

Come here, you tempting, delicious creature.

[He beckons her and she follows without protest, letting him slip the stool back and tug her up towards him. She feels her knees sting as she lifts up from the hard floor and uses him as an anchor as she practically tumbles back into his waiting arms and lap even as she pants out little shaky breaths. She practically clutches at him with how much she wants to hold him close.]

[He stands, lifting her up to carry with him as he crushes his mouth to hers, moving out from behind the piano to head towards the dais with his bed on it.]

Tasty little bit of love. I think it's time to get rid of your clothes now, mm?

Uh huh.

[It's the only thing she can utter while she catches her breath and at the sudden rush of him picking her up to carry her across the room. She can still taste him and she knows he can taste himself too as he kisses her so unflinchingly. And while it may be easier for her to try and tug her shirt off at least, she holds him the entire time, unwilling to part from him so soon again.]

[He can taste that salty tang, his own come mingling in with that sweetness that was Chloe. A flick of his eyes down to see where the stairs were, then he took them up and was crawling onto the bed with her, sitting on his knees and sliding his hand up her shirt, deepening the kiss now that he didn't have to mind his step.]

Stay here tonight.

Yeah. Yeah, I will.

[Whispered breathlessly against his lips as he kissed her with abandon, shivering when she felt his hand gliding under her shirt to touch and caress her touch-starved bare skin. It didn't even matter that she didn't have a change of clothes or anything for tomorrow; all that mattered right then was him, and this little piece of his home that'd somehow found its way through space and time back to him.]

[He'd spend the next couple minutes getting her undressed, and then the next two hours making her fall apart, only to slowly draw her back together and do it all over again. Tonight was theirs, in his home that he wanted to share with her in all the ways he could.]

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