[Len tips his chin slightly, exposing his throat as the other nips at his chin, willing and open for him to do more if he wanted to utterly consume him. There's a soft inhale as that influence grips him tight, tugging at his desires and dragging out all kinds of dirty thoughts. He'll close his eyes, running long fingers down Lucifer's chest, giving a gentle, shuddering sigh as those desire are dragged to the surface.]
I enjoy being undone. To let go and give up my control. [He was always in charge, always in control, always the one being relied on to do everything. He needed that stability in life, but in the bedroom he liked to lose himself in his partners. To not have to think. To be consumed by the pleasure.]
I want you to have me begging for it. I want to test my limits. I like pain with my pleasure. It lets me know I'm alive.
[A soft laugh,] Considering I'd died, I wouldn't mind a strong reminder of that.
[He worries his bottom lip. He's pretty willing to try just about anything but he'll go with the first thing that comes to mind.]
Wouldn't mind being tied up, rope, handcuffs, any way you want. Blindfolds, riding crops, or we can fuck on just about any surface. I definitely like the idea of not being able to walk for a few days, bruises, welts, scratches, bites and hickies dotting my skin.
[He breathes out, shifting under wandering fingers and stretching his torso into the touch like a cat eager to be stroked. He then opens heated blue eyes.]
Bonus points if you use ice. You don't have to be gentle with me, I'd rather you not treat me like a fragile creature. I like being broken to an extent. Rough, hard, fast, I want to feel everything and I want to remember it. I'm a big boy, I can take whatever you dish out.
[He's playing with fire here because if the Devil is as good as he says he is and considering there's this newfound desire to LIVE more than he had prior to dying. He may yet develop an addiction to Lucifer, to want it like a drug, especially with that powerful influence of his.]
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I enjoy being undone. To let go and give up my control. [He was always in charge, always in control, always the one being relied on to do everything. He needed that stability in life, but in the bedroom he liked to lose himself in his partners. To not have to think. To be consumed by the pleasure.]
I want you to have me begging for it. I want to test my limits. I like pain with my pleasure. It lets me know I'm alive.
[A soft laugh,] Considering I'd died, I wouldn't mind a strong reminder of that.
[He worries his bottom lip. He's pretty willing to try just about anything but he'll go with the first thing that comes to mind.]
Wouldn't mind being tied up, rope, handcuffs, any way you want. Blindfolds, riding crops, or we can fuck on just about any surface. I definitely like the idea of not being able to walk for a few days, bruises, welts, scratches, bites and hickies dotting my skin.
[He breathes out, shifting under wandering fingers and stretching his torso into the touch like a cat eager to be stroked. He then opens heated blue eyes.]
Bonus points if you use ice. You don't have to be gentle with me, I'd rather you not treat me like a fragile creature. I like being broken to an extent. Rough, hard, fast, I want to feel everything and I want to remember it. I'm a big boy, I can take whatever you dish out.
[He's playing with fire here because if the Devil is as good as he says he is and considering there's this newfound desire to LIVE more than he had prior to dying. He may yet develop an addiction to Lucifer, to want it like a drug, especially with that powerful influence of his.]