i want a lover i don't have to love
«But this he loves. Loves spending the day letting his mouth worship skin, hazel eyes occasionally flicking up to see the subdued and pleased archangel. Nipping at his side, a chuckle rumbles in the archangels’ chest, feeling a leg shift beside Sam. He repeats the action, leaving a lingering kiss on the red marking before nuzzling his nose into winter scent flesh. Lucifer’s body is alive, legs shifting and chuckles turning into laughter, body twisting away from Sam’s mouth.
“Are you ticklish?” Sam’s laughing in astonishment, lifting the upper half of his body up to shoot the blond a look. The blond is gracing Sam with a withering frown, tutting at the brunette as if he was a child.
“No,” he responds simply and matter-of-factly.
Sam snorts and arches a brow, leaning forward so that his fingers could scratch and press against his sides, running across flesh and earning an unwilling spill of laughter. There’s a grumble trying to make its self known through the laughter, but it’s lost in the sound. A cool hand finds his wrist and pulls his hand away, the blond sitting up and biting Sam’s bottom lip hard in payback.
“Ow!” Sam whines, shifting forward so he’s sitting on Lucifer’s lap. “You’re ticklish!” Sam proclaims before sucking on his bottom lip, nursing his abused lip. “Who would have thought that Satan was ticklish,” he teases, earning unhappy sounds from the blond before Sam’s wrist is freed. The Winchester loops his arms around Lucifer’s neck, giving a goofy grin.
“I forbid you to tickle me.”
“Oh, and what happens if I do?”
Lucifer arches a brow, shifting the position of his back so that he rose just a bit higher in posture, fingers reaching out to run across the expanse of Sam’s jaw, stubble scratching at the pad of his fingers. A cold finger presses underneath, pushing Sam’s head upward until the underside of his jaw is exposed. Lucifer’s movements are painfully slow, the brunette watching with bated breath those pools of blue stare down at his lips, until his gaze is forced upward. Cold air hits the skin where head and neck meet, feeling teeth press against his skin. “Your punishment would have to be severe,” he rumbles, voice graveled and thick with a promise that makes Sam’s breath catch in his throat.
Sam swallows thickly, insides hot and he’s acutely aware of his own arousal that’s trapped in the confines of his sweats and underwear. All he can do is give a quiet ‘oh’ in response, flushed and suddenly flustered by the coy smirk soon in his line of vision.
“That, however,” Lucifer continues lowly, “Will have to wait for another time...”
Sam balks. Lucifer’s mouth splits into a cheeky grin.
“You’re an ass,” Sam huffs.
Lucifer only shrugs his shoulders, ultimately pleased with himself, “A heavy price to pay for tickling the devil.” The hunter can decide if he wants to laugh or pout, face a deep shed of rouge at being duped. Lucifer can only chuckle and lean forward to kiss a reddened cheek. Lucifer’s idea of playfulness was the equivalent to a dog jerking a dead bird about in its mouth, something Sam wanted to heatedly point out if it wasn’t for the blond’s fingers grazing Sam’s trapped arousal. He releases a tense breath, body leaning forward as if it didn’t feel like supporting itself upright anymore.» (c) Perfectly Numb by fuckyeahlucifersupernatural
“Are you ticklish?” Sam’s laughing in astonishment, lifting the upper half of his body up to shoot the blond a look. The blond is gracing Sam with a withering frown, tutting at the brunette as if he was a child.
“No,” he responds simply and matter-of-factly.
Sam snorts and arches a brow, leaning forward so that his fingers could scratch and press against his sides, running across flesh and earning an unwilling spill of laughter. There’s a grumble trying to make its self known through the laughter, but it’s lost in the sound. A cool hand finds his wrist and pulls his hand away, the blond sitting up and biting Sam’s bottom lip hard in payback.
“Ow!” Sam whines, shifting forward so he’s sitting on Lucifer’s lap. “You’re ticklish!” Sam proclaims before sucking on his bottom lip, nursing his abused lip. “Who would have thought that Satan was ticklish,” he teases, earning unhappy sounds from the blond before Sam’s wrist is freed. The Winchester loops his arms around Lucifer’s neck, giving a goofy grin.
“I forbid you to tickle me.”
“Oh, and what happens if I do?”
Lucifer arches a brow, shifting the position of his back so that he rose just a bit higher in posture, fingers reaching out to run across the expanse of Sam’s jaw, stubble scratching at the pad of his fingers. A cold finger presses underneath, pushing Sam’s head upward until the underside of his jaw is exposed. Lucifer’s movements are painfully slow, the brunette watching with bated breath those pools of blue stare down at his lips, until his gaze is forced upward. Cold air hits the skin where head and neck meet, feeling teeth press against his skin. “Your punishment would have to be severe,” he rumbles, voice graveled and thick with a promise that makes Sam’s breath catch in his throat.
Sam swallows thickly, insides hot and he’s acutely aware of his own arousal that’s trapped in the confines of his sweats and underwear. All he can do is give a quiet ‘oh’ in response, flushed and suddenly flustered by the coy smirk soon in his line of vision.
“That, however,” Lucifer continues lowly, “Will have to wait for another time...”
Sam balks. Lucifer’s mouth splits into a cheeky grin.
“You’re an ass,” Sam huffs.
Lucifer only shrugs his shoulders, ultimately pleased with himself, “A heavy price to pay for tickling the devil.” The hunter can decide if he wants to laugh or pout, face a deep shed of rouge at being duped. Lucifer can only chuckle and lean forward to kiss a reddened cheek. Lucifer’s idea of playfulness was the equivalent to a dog jerking a dead bird about in its mouth, something Sam wanted to heatedly point out if it wasn’t for the blond’s fingers grazing Sam’s trapped arousal. He releases a tense breath, body leaning forward as if it didn’t feel like supporting itself upright anymore.» (c) Perfectly Numb by fuckyeahlucifersupernatural