[The wings catch his eye. In the past, he's resisted temptation from touching, but he has no such filter now, his hand reaching out and stroking along the black feathers. It's a brief tender moment as he seems to look at the wings with a certain fondness.
Then there's Kira's vulgar statement.
Of course.]
That won't be a problem.
[He's opening his own trousers, shoving them down just enough to free himself, erection hardened and out. More importantly, he's coating his fingers.
Despite everything, he doesn't have any desire to hurt Kira. Maybe a ridiculous sentiment. This is Lucifer. Still, he genuinely doesn't wish to see harm come to him, especially in this.
One hand goes to the back of Kira's left knee, pushing it up and out of the way. A slickened finger feels between the cheeks of Kira's rear before pressing slowly into his hole.]
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Then there's Kira's vulgar statement.
Of course.]
That won't be a problem.
[He's opening his own trousers, shoving them down just enough to free himself, erection hardened and out. More importantly, he's coating his fingers.
Despite everything, he doesn't have any desire to hurt Kira. Maybe a ridiculous sentiment. This is Lucifer. Still, he genuinely doesn't wish to see harm come to him, especially in this.
One hand goes to the back of Kira's left knee, pushing it up and out of the way. A slickened finger feels between the cheeks of Kira's rear before pressing slowly into his hole.]