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"What makes you think they're for me? I happen to know your tastes go this way too, and - for the record - those are absolutely my hands touching you. If I had six hands."

His own two were back to wandering, and Lucifer sat back slowly, giving Gabriel room to adjust to the change in position. Considering how much he ached in wonderful new places, it was fair to assume that Gabriel was feeling some of that same abuse.

"You released me from my promise not to hurt you. Aren't you afraid of what I might do any more?"

Gabriel is feeling it and in more places than his brother. He reluctantly lets go of his brother to let him move, letting himself get distracted by all the wandering hands.

At least until the question; at which point, he freezes and gives Lucifer a wary look. "Are you planning on making me regret it?"

He's already mentally searching out somewhere to run to if it turns out the answer is 'yes'. It would really suck to die right after awesome sex.

For a moment, Lucifer just lets the question hang, tilting his head over toward his right shoulder, then back toward his left. Then his hands, moving together, palms flat, run from Gabriel's belly along his chest, and part dropping aside again, a long thoughtful touch, still accompanied by silence.

"That depends on what you mean by regret," he admitted, which was neither a yes or a no. If anything, he was just enjoying watching Gabriel squirm, considering his brother's oneupmanship about this whole sex thing.

"But the question remains: if I eviscerate you, where would I get my kicks?"

Gabriel denies any and all oneupmanship. A shiver runs down his back at Lucifer's touch, nervousness increasing the longer he's silent.

"I mean enough to hide from you again and refuse to let you find me for longer than it would take for me to run again," he says, voice steady. That next question wasn't terribly reassuring either.

"Oh, that won't be necessary."

Gabriel's shiver, and his uncertainty, were really all he wanted from the threat, which was empty. He slid his hands back, then pulled himself back, pulling himself free so that he was able to lean in and lick at his brother's stomach--a long, slow snake of his tongue, a combination of sensations meant to melt him into a more compliant puddle.

"You see, I'm relatively sure that if I hurt you again, you're only going to like it."

"Relatively sure. Why's that?" He groans as Lucifer licks him, another shudder running down his back. He's getting turned on again although he's trying not to let himself get distracted, hands going down to grip the blankets under him again.

"Why is anyone only ever relatively sure of something, brother? Because of the possibility that you might not. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, though, shall we?"

And he was more than aiming to distract Gabriel from the tiny little threat implied behind the word relatively. His teeth and tongue pinched at Gabriel's abdomen, and then his tongue flashed out, and he moved lower, let those same teeth, that same tongue, nick and caress Gabriel's inner thigh, cheek brushing against his stirring arousal.

"When we--come to it"

Gabriel sees what Lucifer just did there, although Lucifer's mouth is distracting and a faint whimper is dragged out of him as he becomes more turned on. Okay, he can see where the pain comes into things and it's basically just enough to turn him on more.

The illusory women that Lucifer cast are still petting, caressing, but their purpose is more or less only to pin down Gabriel's arms, keep him from resisting or getting grabby. Their hands are eager and exploring, but they don't explore the way that Lucifer does, licking a stripe against Gabriel's cock before engulfing it in the warmth of his mouth. His hands urged Gabriel's legs higher, inviting him to wrap them around his back, even--it would make the next part easier.

Gabriel's noticing that he's being pinned into place right around now and tries to move his arms to test how strong they were and finds that Lucifer made them stronger than he was. Okay then. Time to ignore the faint unease brought on by not being able to get free.

Which becomes much easier to do as his brother first licks him then takes him into his mouth, resulting in a moan and a rock of his hips.

"Don't forget to save some stuff for the future," he says raggedly, even as he obeys his brother's silent urgings, wrapping his legs around him before another moan and rock of his hips break loose.

Edited 2015-04-17 06:04 (UTC)

There; that gets Gabriel exactly where he wants him, making exactly the kinds of noises he wants him making. Less smug self assurance and more ragged panting, more little moans. Just perfect. Gabriel had his mouth for a moment, and then Lucifer drew free, nursing the head with his lower lip for a moment, lashing him with his both his tongue and an acerbic reply.

"Don't pretend that you could ever get used to this, brother."

Besides, Lucifer had enough imagination to occupy the both of them for centuries if he chose to. For now, he sucked and teased at the very tip, his eyes on the long stretch of Gabriel above him. His right hand slid against the outside of his thigh, thumbnail cutting a gouge in angelic skin, which healed immediately after. "Beg for my mouth, Gabriel. Tell me how much you want it."

Gabriel cries out at the injury, the brief pain before it fixed itself tangling with the pleasure coursing through his system and enhancing it in the process.

"Please, brother," he moans, hips rocking up again as shudders run down his back while the constructs keep the hands not restraining him running over him and not letting him have a moment to settle down enough to think clearly. "I want your mouth on me. I need it."

His head lolls back as he swallows down another moan, aware that he hasn't closed himself off from his brother yet; making him continue to be an open book. "Please!"

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