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Catch-all post for threads on TFLN interrupted by captcha.

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[badpuns]

"Well, of course, if you're too tired..." Balthazar grins. His tone is light, teasing; he already knows Lucifer is probably not at all worn out.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer scoffs at that. "That was your opening to grab a chance at not being worn out."

[badpuns]

"Oh, I'll go as long as you want to, love," or at least he'll try to keep up as best as he can.

[favorite_son]

"Is that a challenge to find out if you can actually back that up?" he asks with raised eyebrows.

[badpuns]

"Hmm. A challenge? No, I wouldn't go quite that far," he shrugs. "But I can keep up a bit longer as long as we keep taking breaks in between."

[favorite_son]

"Noted," he says with a rock of his hips to see how Balthazar reacts. Not that he's actually ready to go quite yet.

[badpuns]

Balthazar gasps, arching his back. He's still sensitive. "Maybe just another minute or two, hmm?"

[favorite_son]

"As you wish," Lucifer says, subsiding. See? Big brother can be reasonable, unlike what certain others would have Balthazar think.

[badpuns]

Lucifer, Balthazar is sure, is only reasonable when he chooses to be. Still, he can't deny he's been mostly enjoying the time they spend together.

His hands run up over Lucifer's shoulders, and down his chest, thumb brushing over one nipple lightly.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer twitches slightly at Balthazar's touches but doesn't say anything, perfectly content to behave for now.

[badpuns]

Balthazar grins as Lucifer twitches and he leans forward to kiss his jaw, as he keeps running feather light touches over his chest. "Do you want a different position, or would you rather stay like this?"

[favorite_son]

"I think a different position would be good at this point," Lucifer says, shifting to roll to the side, pulling out of Balthazar and snapping himself clean in the process.

[badpuns]

Balthazar plants a final kiss on Lucifer's lips as he rolls off him. "All right, whatever you prefer, darling." He goes ahead and rolls over onto his stomach.

[favorite_son]

Well, that was convenient. No need to give direction as to positioning. Lucifer doesn't move in yet, though, choosing to run his hand down Balthazar's back lightly.

[badpuns]

Balthazar shivers, pressing his back against Lucifer's hand with a sigh.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer lightens his touch ever so slightly, running his hand back up Balthazar's back.

[badpuns]

Balthazar shivers again, "Mmm..." His Grace reaches out, seeking contact from Lucifer's.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer lets his Grace brush against Balthazar's before he finally moves to settle himself between his brother's legs, nudging them apart so he could line up and sink in slowly.

[badpuns]

Balthazar's Grace bumps against Lucifer's, as he spreads his legs. He lets out a low moan, twisting the blankets in his hands, as Lucifer sinks into him again.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer gives Balthazar a moment to adjust before he's rolling his hips forwards, starting off slow, yet unfailingly hitting the best spot for him.

[badpuns]

Balthazar rocks backs against him encouragingly with a needy whimper, as he grips the blankets a bit harder.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer doesn't really need the encouragement. He maintains the slow pace to keep getting those sounds out of Balthazar before finally starting to gradually increase his speed and force.

[badpuns]

Balthazar squirms beneath him, letting out a few more whimpers as Lucifer maintains the too slow pace. It's surprising how gentle he can be when he puts his mind to it, given his reputation. The whimpers turn to a low moan as Lucifer's speed and force starts to pick up.

"Lucifer - Lucifer, please..."

[favorite_son]

Lucifer is well aware of his reputation. Along with his strength relative to the younger angels and even humans and demons. He knows how to take it easy to avoid breaking someone.

"Yes?" he prompts, continuing the slow build. He'll get to not taking it easy on Balthazar soon enough. First, time to build up anticipation.

[badpuns]

Balthazar twists to glance over his shoulder at Lucifer, as he lets out another moan. "Do I really need to ask? I'm not made of glass, love."

It's an attempt to maintain some semblance of dignity, while his Grace reaches out to Lucifer's, filled with desire.