goto2please | MOMVERSE: Have Your Twink and Eat Him Too (Luci and Yusuke)

It's been a while, almost a year since both Laura and Yuri were Ported out leaving their loved one behind. Both had different mechanisms, with varying degrees of success on the "coping" front, but obviously the biggest healer would always be time. It marched on no matter how much both both of them ached, and Luci at least had other things to worry about. Her Imperial Phase had passed with the predicted amount of chaos, property damage, and pain, but afterwards she'd come back clear and relieved that she hadn't killed anybody. That had taken a great deal of stress off, and she'd started performing again.

Her concerts slowly became the powerhouse events they had been before she'd lost Laura, full of fierce energy and the scream of independence, less about her own pain and self-pity. She'd never wanted to become that, and Luci remembers that more and more with every concert she gives.

This particular one is a good night. She performs for a solid four hours, never stopping, never resting, until she sees most of her audience can't take anymore. Covered in sweat, her shirt clinging to her, she grins and is silent. What's left of the crowd erupts in applause as Luci sways off of the stage to be caught by her security and entourage. Like this, she's practically a sick kitten she's so vulnerable, which is why she's surrounded so immediately by the crowd, but certain individuals are allowed back without even a second glance now. Yusuke is one of them.

Luci spots him as she's being poured onto a couch and handed water. Grinning and triumphant, she holds out her hand to urge him closer.

"You made it out," she rasps.

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Luci grins against Yusuke's chin, eyes sliding open to take in the entourage surrounding them. Yes, she can see why Yusuke wants somewhere a little less populated. Luci is used to ignoring them all and their less-than-subtle judging, but Yusuke shouldn't have to develop that skin. She wraps an arm around Yusuke's back, another under his backside, and lifts him off the couch as she stands up.

"We're going upstairs, no one else is allowed on the second floor. Clear the place by two, I want a quiet night." Luci leaves her high heels behind to acknowledging mutters from her staff, and makes her way to the staircase, hidden by the curtains separating the main audience area from the backstage. It's her way out if she doesn't want to walk amongst her followers, like tonight.

She carries him easily, even as she blindly walks up the stairs, resting her cheek against his neck and humming cheerily to him. "They make for a boring audience anyway."

Plenty of romps with Yuri and Otabek involved somebody watching, but that was different from Luci's staff, even if they're more acquaintances now than they are strangers. There's a vulnerability there that this world still hasn't plucked out of him, he's still careful about who he shows it to. They have a connection, and he's not foolish enough to call it love, but...an affectionate understanding, at least. He trusts her enough to let go and keep coming back for more, over and over.

Yusuke isn't expecting to be picked up, so it comes with a gasp, he instinctively wraps his arms around her neck. Her hands feel so hot, it's nearly unbearable, his sweat-dampened shirt being pressed against his back.

"Luci, I must confess to you that I've never been with a woman." He tells her not out of nervousness, he could never be nervous under her influence, but for some reason, he feels compelled to. Not good at dirty talk, clearly.

"Show me what I've been missing."

"Thank G-O-D I didn't drop you just then, I'm absolutely floored. Shocked. Speechless." And laying it on a little thick, maybe. Still, can he blame her? The only surprising part of this is probably the fact that Yusuke is apparently homoflexible, and when he shrugged Luci's flirting off it wasn't because he had no physical interest. She respected that, no matter how hot she knew she was, but now she's feeling a little like she has to make him regret not going at it sooner.

"I'm much more than a woman, though. If you want tits and a pussy, I have them, but that's just the beginning." Luci lowers him enough to whisper in his ear, somehow still steady on the stairs. "I can swallow you until you forget your name. Fit my tongue in places you've never imagined for longer than five seconds. I can lay out twenty six toys and you can pick what I fuck you with. I can stretch you out and touch you everywhere except where you want me to for hours. Or I can get you off as quickly as you like. I can hold you while we order breakfast on my phone, or sit naked in the dark on the windowsill while you get into your car.

"It's not so much that you've missed out on women, darling. You've been missing out on me. But I'll ride you like I stole you if that's what you want."

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His tastes are more equal than his experience suggests, okay? In theory, at least. He just has...a look about him, that seems to attract men. Maybe it's less of a look and more of just everything, but still.

"Don't tease me."

Or do. Just not like that! He likes the seductive, dirty monologue much better, every spine tingling option sounding better than the last. His lips find their way to her neck before she can even finish, a low murmur tumbling out as they reach the top of the stairs.

"If I should make an exception, it should be for the best." But how is he supposed to choose from such a menu? He won't. What he really wants - something he's never had, always the most forward of their trio, and not giving up enough trust for anyone else - is to not be in control. He is at Luci's mercy, why should that change?

"I want what you want. You're the goddess. Make me worship you."

"Mm, I think I'm catching your drift, darling." But really, they shouldn't go too far into that without some serious discussion. Luci isn't in a place where she wants to sit down and have kink negotiation though, so something a little softer seems to be on the menu. She can do that. After Laura, she can do anything.

She carries Yusuke into her bedroom-- and it's clearly her bedroom. A bit of a mess, clothes on the floor, record stacks everywhere, bed unmade, mugs and glasses left on nearly every surface. But it's undeniably hers. A safe space that only a few see, probably. Playfully, she drops him a few feet onto the bed and stands between his legs, looking down at him with a calm but eager expression.

"In that case, I want you to undress me. And no touching until you're done, now. Look all you like, but don't keep me waiting."

Yusuke's in a compromised place where he would agree to just about anything, so it's probably good that Luci isn't trying to get too wild. The playfulness is fun, a nice tease before things get too heavy, but her request is a tall order. No touching, when she's right there in front of him and he can still feel the hot sensation of her tongue on him.

It's a challenge. He likes a challenge, and he really likes being told what to do...in certain contexts, at least. Yusuke won't keep her waiting, but he will go slow, reaching up to unhook the buttons on her shirt at an agonizing pace.

It's slow, yes, but Luci has mercy. It's Yusuke's first time with her, after all, and a certain amount of awe and perhaps some nerves is to be expected. She's still, waiting as Yusuke unbuttons her, revealing a sweat-soaked gray bra-- utilitarian, almost sports-bra like, and maybe not quite expected for someone like Lucifer.

She runs her hand gently through Yusuke's hair as he works her shirt, and once the buttons are undone she helps him by shrugging her shoulders and letting her shirt and jacket slip off onto the ground.

"Good job, darling, I feel better already. Keep going."

MOMVERSE: Have Your Twink and Eat Him Too (Luci and Yusuke)

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i'm alive i promise

that's more than I can say D|