The bedroom door slammed shut behind them, the air thick with heat, their breath heavy and uneven as they stumbled forward—
Mouths clashing, hands grasping, teasing, claiming.
Lucifer laughed against Matt's lips, low and sinful, feeling the way Matt's fingers fumbled with the lapels of his damnably well-fitted jacket.
"Having trouble there, darling?" he purred, grinning against Matt's mouth.
Matt huffed, determined, tugging at the fabric with growing impatience.
"Shut up," he muttered, finally yanking the jacket off his shoulders—only for Lucifer to grab his wrists, stopping him.
"Oh? Are we getting frustrated, Matt?"
Matt growled softly in response.
"You poor thing," Lucifer crooned, mockingly sweet, tilting his head as his golden eyes gleamed with mischief and hunger.
Matt scowled. "You're enjoying this."
Lucifer beamed. "Oh, immensely."
Before Matt could retaliate, Lucifer snapped his fingers—
And in the next heartbeat—
Matt was completely naked.
Matt froze.
Lucifer stepped back slightly, eyes roaming shamelessly, appreciatively, lips curling into something smug and predatory.
Matt narrowed his eyes.
Lucifer hummed in approval. "My, my, darling," he purred, licking his lips, "what a lovely surprise you are."
Matt's jaw clenched, his pulse quickening beneath the praise.
But he refused—refused—to be the one who lost his composure first.
So, slowly, deliberately, he tilted his head.
"You know," he murmured, stepping forward, pressing himself deliberately against Lucifer's still-clothed body, "this hardly seems fair."
Lucifer arched a brow, clearly intrigued. "Oh?"
Matt smirked. "I think you're wearing too much."
Lucifer chuckled, low and pleased, allowing Matt to grab at his shirt, attempting to yank it off the old-fashioned way—
But before he could get past the first button—
Lucifer snapped his fingers again.
And now?
Matt was blindfolded.
Matt stilled.
Lucifer smirked, stepping around him like a predator circling its prey.
"Well, well," he mused, voice a warm whisper against Matt's ear, "looks like I still have the upper hand, darling."
Matt exhaled slowly, standing perfectly still, his entire body wired and waiting.
Lucifer's fingers trailed along his arm, soft and deliberate, teasing.
Matt exhaled sharply, body tense, thrumming with heat as Lucifer's mouth trailed lower and lower, pressing kisses along his ribs, down his stomach, lingering at his hip bone.
Every touch was slow, deliberate, a game of patience—of control.
Lucifer was thorough, mapping out every inch of skin with wicked purpose, letting his tongue flick out just often enough to make Matt's breath stutter.
The blindfold only made it worse.
Matt's fingers tightened on the sheets, his pulse pounding in his ears as Lucifer hummed in satisfaction, reveling in every reaction.
It was unfair.
So unfair.
"Lucifer," Matt ground out, voice rough, breathless.
Lucifer grinned against his skin, nosing along his lower belly.
"Yes, darling?" he purred, sickeningly pleased with himself.
Matt swallowed hard, his hands twitching, itching to touch him.
"This isn't fair," he murmured, voice low but sure.
Lucifer chuckled, his lips dragging lower, his warm breath sending shivers up Matt's spine.
"Oh?" he mused, mockingly innocent. "Whatever do you mean?"
Matt gritted his teeth, his breath hitching as Lucifer's tongue flicked against his hip bone, slow and maddening.
"You're not letting me see you."
Lucifer paused.
Just for a second.
But it was enough.
Matt smirked.
"I told you before," he murmured, forcing himself to sound calm, though his pulse was racing. "I want to see you. All of you."
Lucifer stilled.
And then—
Matt felt it.
The way Lucifer's breath caught, just slightly, the way his grip on Matt's thighs tightened for half a second.
And then—
Lucifer groaned, pulling back, fingers snapping.
The blindfold vanished.
And when Matt opened his eyes—
The sight before him was sinful.
Lucifer was settled between his legs, his golden eyes dark with hunger, his lips kiss-swollen and glistening, his breath warm against Matt's lower belly.
The man—no, the angel—looked utterly unholy, golden light flickering along his bare skin, his white wings fanned out behind him, their massive shape framing the sheer indulgence in his expression.
And he was going lower.
Matt exhaled sharply, fingers twitching, his pupils blown wide, his body shivering under the intensity of Lucifer's gaze.
The sight was—
Holy and wicked all at once.
Lucifer smirked, dragging his lips lower, watching the way Matt visibly struggled to keep himself together.
"You," Lucifer purred, voice dark with promise, "are dangerous, Matt Murdock."
And then—
He went lower.
And Matt?
Matt broke.
After all, Lucifer had lived a long, long life.
He had seen empires rise and fall, had tasted the finest pleasures of every era, had mastered the art of indulgence down to an exact science.
And right now?
All that expertise, all that knowledge, was focused on one being.
Matt Murdock.
Matt, who was currently trembling beneath him, his breath ragged, uneven, his body strung so tight it was a miracle he hadn't snapped yet.
Lucifer had taken his time at first, teasing, coaxing, savoring—but now?
Now he was getting serious.
His lips, his tongue, his hands—all working in perfect tandem, unraveling Matt piece by piece, pushing him further and further until he gave a long lick to the rim of Matt's puckered hole, slightly touching his balls.
"Fuck," Matt gasped, his voice wrecked, a sound escaping him that he had never made before as he tried to sit and stop him.
Lucifer grinned against his skin, utterly delighted as he stopped him from moving.
"Told you I was going to top," he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction as he spread Matt's legs wider, his golden eyes flicking up to watch Matt's face.
And Hell, what a sight it was.
Matt's cheeks were flushed, his lips kiss-bruised, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he desperately tried to keep himself together.
But he was failing.
Lucifer could tell.
The way his fingers twisted into the sheets as Lucifer continued teasing his hole, the way his breath hitched unpredictably, the way he kept biting his lip—
Oh, he was so close to breaking completely.
Lucifer, ever the devilishly cruel one, pressed his tongue into his hole, expertly working him open, and doing everything he could to drive him to the brink of insanity. So far, he has not touched Matt's member. For the moment, he didn't seem to mind as distracted as he was by the amazing rimming Lucifer was giving him. Even if he tried to buck his hips upward from time to time, Lucifer's grip was firm.
Matt's sitting posture kept getting lower and lower until he almost curled into himself, his forehead almost touching Lucifer's head, making hard for him to continue without lengthening his tongue. However, Lucifer could not fault him with how his body was trembling and his teeth sinking into his lower lip so hard that Lucifer almost feared he'd draw blood.
Almost.
But then—
Lucifer's fingers found his mouth.
Soft at first, a gentle brush against his lips.
Matt jerked slightly, his breath catching—but he didn't stop it.
Lucifer hummed once with his tongue inside him before retreating as Matt whimpered.
"Go on," he murmured, mockingly sweet, his voice like silk against bare skin. "If you want me to continue, I'll need some help."
Matt swallowed hard, his pulse hammering, his entire body wired with heat and tension.
Finally, he gave in.
His lips parted, his tongue flicking out—just barely—before he took Lucifer's fingers into his mouth.
Lucifer groaned, his own breath hitching at the slick, wet heat surrounding his fingers as Matt's tongue moved instinctively against them.
"Fuck," Lucifer hissed, his grip tightening, the sight almost too much.
Matt, completely undone now, barely had the presence of mind to smirk slightly—or at least, try to.
Because the moment he did—
Lucifer tightened his grip on Matt's tight as he pressed his tongue once inside, this time deeper.
And Matt?
He arched sharply into Lucifer, a wrecked sound tearing from his throat, his fingers gripping Lucifer's hair as his entire body shuddered violently.
He had been holding back for so long.
And now?
He couldn't anymore.
He didn't want to.
Lucifer's fingers slipped from Matt's mouth, trailing a slow, deliberate path down his chest, leaving a burning trail in their wake.
Matt exhaled shakily, his pulse pounding beneath his skin, his body tuned to every movement Lucifer made. Golden eyes gleamed with something dark, indulgent, and utterly unhurried, as he said, "Spread your legs for me."
Matt's breath hitched, his entire body flushing at the command, at the sheer weight of Lucifer's attention.
But he did as he was told.
Lucifer smiled—slow, sinful, approving.
"Good boy."
Matt swallowed hard, his fingers twitching against the sheets.
And then—
Lucifer's hand slid lower, teasing, exploring, until his fingers pressed against the most intimate part of him—just barely, just enough to feel it.
Matt tensed, instinctive and sharp, his breath catching in his throat as Lucifer's touch stayed there, unhurried, waiting for him to relax.
When he did, Lucifer, slowly and carefully, pushed just the tip of a single finger inside.
Matt sucked in a shaky breath. His body tried to relax, adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation.
Lucifer paused immediately, his free hand smoothing over Matt's hip, grounding him, offering nothing but patience.
"Breathe, darling," Lucifer murmured, his voice low, soothing, his lips pressing the lightest kiss against the inside of Matt's thigh. "You're doing so well."
Matt let out a slow exhale, forcing his muscles to relax, trusting Lucifer's touch as he went deeper inside.
And then when he could feel a knuckle touching his ass, he gasped.
Because just as Matt was adjusting to the intrusion, Lucifer finally moved his mouth to where Matt had wanted him to go for so long. First a kiss, then he pressed a slow, teasing, wicked lick along his neglected length.
Matt's entire body jerked as he fell back to the bed, his head tilting back against the pillow, a helpless, broken sound escaping his lips.
Lucifer smiled against his skin.
"There we go," he murmured, voice syrupy smooth, his tongue flicking again, testing, drawing out another sharp breath from Matt, while his finger pumped in and out from him.
Matt gritted his teeth, his fingers digging into the sheets at the strange sensation, his body torn between tension and surrender.
Feeling the tension, Lucifer's hand went still, his finger not moving, not until Matt relaxed enough, not until his body fully accepted him.
So instead, Lucifer kept his focus elsewhere, giving, taking, teasing, his mouth working Matt over in slow, methodical, perfectly measured cruelty.
And Matt was losing himself completely.
His body trembled beneath every touch, his breath labored and desperate, his skin flushed and burning.
Lucifer hummed, entirely pleased as he continued pumping, soon adding a second finger.
"Such a responsive thing," he purred, his tongue dragging achingly slow along Matt's length, pressing a final, lingering kiss to the tip.
And only once Matt was pliant, relaxed, and too lost in pleasure to resist did Lucifer finally started scissoring him.
"Lucifer," he breathed. "More."
Lucifer tutted as he pumped at an increased pace, his lips moving away from the kitten-like licks he had been giving him. "Is that how you ask for something? I need politeness. I need details."
Matt whimpered at Lucifer moving away from his member to talk. "Please. Your mouth. I need more."
"Oh, that? Why would you want that when I can give you something better, um?" Before Matt could try to talk again, Lucifer flicked his fingers inside Matt, touching his prostate.
Matt gasped sharply letting out a broken moan, his entire body arching as Lucifer devoured every second of it, positioning himself better on top of Matt until he could clearly see his face. He continued pumping into that delightful nerve bundle, Matt becoming more vocal with each touch.
"How does it feel, dear? Better?"
Matt didn't answer, his hands moving to cover his own mouth to try to quiet the sounds that were coming from him.
Lucifer didn't like that.
He slowed down, his fingers no longer mercilessly touching his prostate, but barely grazing at it. Matt's whine was muffled by his hands as his hips tried to rock into his fingers, his legs spreading wider as they searched for the right angle.
"I asked you a question, dear. If you want me to continue, I need an answer." Lucifer slowly added a third finger so as to draw Matt's attention back to him. "How does it feel?"
The third finger went in easier with Matt as pliant as he was, and it was a distraction enough for him to focus once again. He breathed as he took his hands away from his mouth.
"It's… good," Matt gritted his teeth, clearly ashamed.
"Just good?" Lucifer asked, three fingers giving a harsh pump to his prostate. The action tore a loud moan from Matt. Though it became a whine when Lucifer went back into pumping slowly, though this time touching his prostate, it was a soft butterfly like touch and not how he wanted it to. "I need more details."
Matt glared up at him. Lucifer was smirking down at him as he gave another harsh pump, before continuing his slow ministrations. "Come on, dear. How good does it feel?"
Two sharp pumps and Matt broke, turning his head away into the pillow so as to hide himself from the knowing gaze. He was almost incoherent as he gasped, "Good. So, so good."
"Good boy. Was it that hard, darling?" Lucifer purred, voice an octave lower as he continued his hard pumping. "Do you want more?"
Matt didn't look like he really understood what Lucifer was asking. Still, he nodded into the pillow. "More. Please, more."
Though, the gasps and groans he was making soon turned into a whine as Lucifer pulled his fingers out. He let out a sob that Lucifer hushed, giving him reassurances as he kissed his cheeks. Matt wanted to glare and demand the fingers back. However, he felt something blunt touch his hole. He didn't need to look down to know what was going to happen, but he still did.
His ragged breath couldn't hide how his face filled with apprehension and excitement at seeing the member that was rubbing between his ass-cheeks. It was not dry, but sticky, which was weird.
"Did you have lube?" he breathlessly asked after gulping.
"I magicked some, yes," Lucifer answered amusedly.
Matt glared, which looked as frightening as a kitten, with his red face, glossy eyes, and messy hair. "Couldn't you have used some before instead of my saliva?"
"And losing the chance to see you sucking my fingers with so much fervor?"
Before Matt could answer to that, Lucifer pushed in, slowly. Matt gasped at the feeling of his hole giving in to fit Lucifer's head.
"Breathe, Matt. Relax and let me in."
Matt tried, but with each inch he could feel going inside of him, it became harder to do so. At least until Lucifer gripped loosely his member. He continued giving light pumps at the same speed as he gave this tiny thrusts inside of him. Each thrust sliding deeper into him.
"Such a good boy, letting me in so well. Though, I want you to see this. Come on, open your eyes, dear."
Matt hadn't even noticed he had his eyes closed. He opened them and looked at Lucifer, at his beautiful visage, with his wings opened slightly behind him, trembling.
It took him a while to notice Lucifer looking down at where their hips met. Matt followed his gaze and saw a hint of the base of Lucifer's dick, the rest of it inside of him. It hit him then that he had a dick inside of him.
It wasn't bad nor good, Matt just felt so full.
"Let's continue, shall we? I will go slow as this is your first time doing it from here, but I want you to see it, okay?"
Matt nodded slowly, curious despite himself as he pulled himself up until his hands held his weight behind him, his returned sight not leaving the movement of Lucifer's hips going out, letting him see part of his length, and slowly pushing back in. Long seconds passed in which he just saw that action. It was somewhat hypnotizing how he felt himself becoming full once second and then half empty the next.
Lucifer hummed, seemingly amused at Matt's unfocused gaze, probably not realizing the small sigh he let out whenever Lucifer pushed in.
"Good boy. Now that you seem relaxed enough, let's up the ante, shall we?"
Matt looked up at him in confusion before a sharp gasp tore from his lips when, after Lucifer slid out until only the head was inside, he pushed inside in a harsh thrust.
The strength in his arms left him as Lucifer continued his fast pace, Matt barely being able to breathe correctly. It felt as if he could feel Lucifer's dick inside his throat with every harsh thrust.
He wanted to cover his mouth again, but this time Lucifer grabbed his wrists with a hand as he used them as a hold to pull him in. His free hand going to open one of his legs further.
"No hushing yourself, dear. I want to hear from you."
Matt, who had been biting his lips to stop the noises, stopped, letting short gasps leave his mouth in a stream of sounds.
"Such a good boy. You have been so good to me that you deserve a price, don't you think so?"
Matt nodded desperately, wanting more.
"Perfect," the angel purred. "Now, I will let your hands go. Though I want you to grab your legs and open yourself wide for me. Would you do that, dear?"
He felt himself blushing even more than he thought possible. His head felt a bit dizzy with all the blood coming to it. Still, he nodded.
"Use your words, dear. Would you like your prize?"
"Ye-Yes! Please, I want—I need more."
"So good to me," Lucifer murmured with a smirk, his breath hitching. He let go of his hands and Matt instantly went to grab his thighs, pressing them against his chest as he opened them as wide as he could.
Lucifer groaned, grabbing Matt's sides as he tilted his hips slightly, the angle turning until Matt cried out, his eyes rolling back as that delicious pressure came back to where he now knew was his prostate. Matt's grip on his thighs tightened as he tried to open them wider, glad to be as flexible as he was.
"Harder, please, more."
Those words kept going, like a chant going on in the background. It took him a while to realize the words were coming from him. When he did, he felt completely ashamed. Though the next second, he didn't care as much as Lucifer followed his commands.
It felt so, so good. But it was not enough. He needed more. He wanted to tell this to Lucifer, but he didn't have enough brainpower to form phrases. Instead, he used his eyes to plead, to make him understand.
Lucifer chuckled darkly. "Well, you have been good, so another reward should suffice, I guess."
Matt nodded frantically, though the next second he couldn't do even that as Lucifer was grabbing his neglected dick and pumping it in the same harsh pace the angel's hips were following.
Soon, Matt felt himself close to cumming.
Lucifer's lips nuzzled to the side of his face, his hand trapped in between their bellies as he continued pumping. "You're close, right?"
Matt nodded fervently, then cried out when the hand gripped the base of his member. He whimpered.
"I've been so good to you, dear Matt. I think it's time for you to show me some appreciation, don't you think so?
Matt was confused as he sobbed lightly, but so lightheaded to think too hard. He still nodded, everything to get the feeling of being close so badly.
Then Lucifer pulled himself out, making him whimper once again, and turned them around. Lucifer now was with his back to the bed, Matt positioned on top of his belly.
He felt Lucifer placing his hands on top of his thighs. "Well, dear, come on and give me a show."
Matt tried to regain his breath. Though when he understood what he was asking, he flushed in embarrassment.
"You cannot touch your dick. Only I have that privilege, and until I feel satisfied with your performance, I won't touch it."
"You're an ass, Lucifer," Matt grumbled, but he still lifted himself up, grabbed Lucifer's member, and positioned it under his hole. Then, he pushed himself down, letting a small sigh at the felling of being full once again.
He didn't delve too much into the sensation, though. Matt wanted to come, so just a second later, he was moving himself up and down. Slowly at first, trying to search for his prostate. It was hard, and he doesn't know how Lucifer managed to find it so easily each time, but he chalked it up to him being powerful.
It took him long minutes to find it, but when he did, he moaned. His movements became frantic after that, and he's sure he looked like a cheap whore, especially with the drool he could feel pooling from the side of his mouth and the sounds he was letting out.
Though when Lucifer's hand grabbed his member, he forgot all about it. Instead, concentrating on his release and how close it was.
"So close, yeah? I don't think you'll have the strength for another one, as it's your first time, so let's cum together, shall we?"
Matt couldn't even nod as he was cumming next. Lucifer's grip on his member became softer to not overwhelm him with the sensitivity, but still enough to lengthen his pleasure. The angel's other hand grabbed his hips and lifted him up enough for him to get the necessary space to thrust upwards harshly.
It was not long before Matt felt something warm filling his insides. He didn't care much about it, too out of it to protest. It even felt good in a weird way. Not so much when Lucifer's member pulled out and he could feel the cum going down slowly.
Matt was taking deep breaths as he tried to relax and not think about it.
"Usually, this would be the time where your partner cleaned you up and helped you with the cum inside you, but, well, I'm powerful, so." He waved his hand and Matt felt himself empty inside and his sweaty body become clean and dry.
"Huh. Handy," Matt muttered tiredly as he let himself fall on top of Lucifer, knowing that the angel wouldn't mind his weight.
"Sure it is. Now, go to sleep, dear. You must be tired."
It didn't take long for Matt to follow his advice.
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