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Someone Is Sleeping in My Bed!

It's morning in EST. But maybe not for you -- A little too late to be sleeping but y'know what? That's okay. People nap. Sometimes the bed is oh so cozy and you want to snuggle under a blanket and sleep forever. And you don't care if it's your bed or not. You're going to sleep. Like a boss.

Too bad someone doesn't agree.
Rules
The Poster is the character who is asleep.
The Responder is the one who discovers the sleeper.
Therefore, the Responder must do one of three things

I. Decide you know this person! (Castmate, previous threader, whatever.)
Go to Random and Roll.

a. Wake them up - You don't care how friendly you are to the person in your bed; they need to get up.
b. Happy Awakening - Such a shame they're so deep asleep when you're in the mood. How about a nice wake up call? (if you don't like smut, keep this to cuddles, kisses, hugs, or reroll)
c. Prank! - Oh, this has just go to stop. They need to be punished. But how?
Can't beat 'em, Join them - Push 'em over and snuggle up. You're too tried to deal with this craziness right now. Or sleep on your couch.
d. Let them Sleep - Whatever, it's noon. They're asleep and you got things to do. Regard them or disregard them.

II. Decide you have NO CLUE this person is! (People that haven't threaded with each other before, crossovers, castmates who haven't met.)
Go to Random and Roll.

a. Scream 'OMGWTFBBQ GET UP' - While this is probably the default reaction, it's a pretty honest one.
b. Prank! - What a better way for you to remember this moment of meeting than by painting a mustachio on your new 'friend's' face? (Remember, it's your bed. Be wise on what you do.)
c. Gently wake them up - Oh, the poor dears! They must be exhausted but they can't stay here. Be nice, even if it isn't IC for your character. This is what you get for rolling. Shake them up quietly. Or reroll.
d. Get to Know them NON-Biblically - Well, they're asleep. But they left their wallet, important work, or identification out (no matter how OOC it may be)! Let's see who's REALLY sleeping in your bed. (Use your own judgment on what you find. As a suggestion, have the most they find is the sleeper's name and maybe place of work.)
e. Tie 'em up - FUNCTIONAL tying up. Not kinky, no matter what the other party might think. Let them continue their blissful moment of rest. They'll answer questions later and you'll be safe and sound.

III. Decide - f**k the police. You hear me right. F**k 'em.
You move forward and make your own fate!

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I don't tend to do it often, but when I do...

[His movements slow as he mulls over if he wants to be somewhat insulted by the idea he feels like he needs to prove himself.]

Is that what you call taking initiative?

[He shrugs and removes his hands from him, backing out of his touch with a smirk.]

Well, if you don't want me touching you that's fine. [There's a look to go with it, he's just being a brat to tease the Devil.]

Though patience isn't a virtue I tend to display in bed. I like it cold, hard and fast. I don't really do intimate.

Edited 2016-06-19 23:35 (UTC)

Prickly, aren't we? I never said that. But cold, hard, and fast are not going to happen tonight. Hard, maybe. Fast, for a pace, yes, but cold? Never...

[His hand lowered, finger moving to trace a whorl on the outside of Leonard's hip, moving it in looping circles until he tickled at the crease near his groin.]

You will be a sodden, sweaty, limp, useless wreck after I'm done with you. And you'll be fortunate in that I don't mind allowing one to regain the use of their legs before they leave.

[Blue eyes trace over the Devil once more, following the reach of his fingers as he remains still to allow the other to touch him and draw circles over his skin, teasing lightly. It's... strange. Not necessarily in a bad way. He's not really used to someone wanting to take things slow with him. Or to treat him gently. He's not sure how to feel about it yet, but there's more curiosity in it than anything uncomfortable with it.

A tremor tingles up his spine and lances straight into his groin causing his cock to bob slightly at those words as they paint a delicious picture. Len enjoyed having his control and being free to do as he likes, but sometimes, especially when it came to falling into bed with someone, he liked to give over that control. He especially liked it when someone could push him to his limits and make him come utterly undone. He swallows a little raggedly, skin prickling with anticipation and excitement bristling in his eyes as he flicks his tongue out over his lips again.]

That had better be a promise. [There's a heated rasp back in his tone.]

Consider it a deal...

[And deals with the Devil were always adhered to. His fingers continued to touch and tease, finding his cock and tickling up along its length, keeping his touch almost tormentingly light. He followed the path of a vein up along to the tip, circling around the head before teasing back down underneath.]

If you think you can handle it, that is.

Mmn, [ He hums softly, partially in thought and partially from the teasing, light touches trickling up the underside of his cock and around his head. It responds to the touch hardening to the point it aches and standing just a little more erect from the coaxing fingers.]

Oh, I can handle it. I can take quite a beating before I'm through.

[And the look he gets has a spark of playful challenge, inviting the Devil to do his worst.]

Go on then Mr. Morningstar. Show me what you can do. Or are you all talk?

I don't particularly plan to beat you, Elsa. That's more Maze's department. My show, as it stands, will involve a little... stamina.

[There's a shift and Lucifer moves, hands circling Leonard's waist before he lifts him up a few inches off the ground. It may be best for the other man to rest his hands on Lucifer's shoulders to keep from tipping one way or the other. If and when he stabilizes, Lucifer will start to move towards the bed.]

Funny how you were so quick to leave what you're not going to be able to for a while.

[He's all smirks up until the Devil lifts him up and carries him off. He'll brace his hands on broad, but slender shoulders and wrap long legs around that narrow torso. It's... awkward to say the least. He's never exactly been just swept up and carried across the threshold. He's not used to being treated quite like this. It's not necessarily bad just unusual for him and it's throwing him off.]

You made a good case.

[He'll slowly lose some of the tension from the sudden shift as Lucifer moves them towards the bedroom. He eventually relaxes into it to wrap his arms around Luci's shoulders, settling his hips and thighs a little less rigidly against his frame. He seems to decide that there's been enough talking though as he leans up to kiss him with heat.]

I often tend to. Comes with years of experience. And it's hard to argue with the truth.

[He grins as he moves to the bed, jogging up the few steps before kneeling on the large spread of mattress, leaning over Leonard as he lays him down and lets his body cover the thief's.]

Now, why don't you tell Lucifer what you like, mm?

[It's hard to ignore his powerful influence too, but it's just arousing the carnal desires already within the cold, hard shell of the recently resurrected criminal, nothing more. Len will shift with the devil as he lays him over the bed, releasing his hold to drop to the mattress and get comfortable under him. He tips his chin as that influence curls through his mind to drag the truth past his lips.]

There's not much I wouldn't like, top, bottom, I'm easier than I let on.

[A small smirk.]

Though to be honest, [And he's struggling to reveal much more but that pull is too strong.]

I haven't had much more than a few quick fucks. Just enough to work off tension. [He's over 40 and hasn't been with many people. Hasn't really had much in the way of a meaningful relationship, his lifestyle never really gave him many opportunities to care about settling down. Especially when he had no interest in it. No interest in finding himself a life partner or someone to be intimate with. He's a kinky newbie really.]

I'm willing to try a lot of things. I'm sure I'd enjoy whatever you have in mind. [He plays at being cool and experienced, when in reality he's pretty vanilla. That's not to say he doesn't have the skill to be a fun roll in the sheets but he could stand to have his horizons broadened. If the Devil is so inclined.]

Easy's good, though I prefer the term 'flexible'. Tell me, Leonard--

[He leaned down and nipped at the other man's chin, then met his gaze with dark, penetrating eyes.]

What do you desire most right now? If you could have it any way you wanted, what would that be, mm? What way would you beg for?

[One hand braced him up over the other man, the other trailed down over a slim chest, tickling lightly over whatever scars he might bump over, but not avoiding them.]

[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.]

Is that so? Well, then aren't you lucky I have a whole closet full of toys? Stay here...

[As a peek at a reward, Lucifer's hand moved to Leonard's nipple, circling it with a finger before he gave it a tweak. It wasn't violent or too hard, but it was likely to sting a little, which was Lucifer testing the waters, so to speak. A lot of people said they liked pain, but there were so many levels of what pain was, he found that it was always good to test those limits. What was arousing for one person was nothing at all to another. That little tweak was to give the man a little pain he asked for, to show he'd play along, and to get him to listen to that order.]

You don't mind if I grab a bottle to bring along with the ice, do you? I prefer to drink it neat, but I suppose I can find something fun to add with it.

[After everything is said there's a brief moment of confusion, realizing that he so willingly spilled all those things he usually would never have said out loud. Though he's quickly distracted as a finger teases around his nipple and gives it a good pinch and a twist to shoot a gentle twinge through him. He hisses softly but his nipples are hard, the tweaked one more erect than the other. He has a high pain tolerance, he's not kidding when he says he can take it of course he's not sure where the line is drawn for when the pain becomes too much to be pleasure anymore. But that's the point of this, he wants to find where his limits lie.

He shakes his head when asked about going for a bottle of something.]

Whiskey. [A suggestion, more a request than any sort of demand. He wants to be drinking more if he's going to be spilling truths and secrets so easily. He's rather surprised at himself, but he has to remember that Lucifer has something supernatural about him causing him to WANT to say these things for once. Things he would normally keep to himself because sharing what he feels or any intimate details about himself with anyone, is not something he does, ever.]

Whiskey it is. Better than rum, so, points to you for that.

[Lucifer got up, comfortable still in his nudity, going over to the wetbar and grabbing a bottle. He also grabbed a silver bucket and dipped it in an open container of ice. Maze made sure her master had whatever he could want for whatever he could desire. She was good to him that way. A couple glasses grabbed with his fingers and he came back over, setting everything on the bedside table before moving away again to a recessed paneled closet. He opened it and stood musing in front of it.]

You did say crop, yes? What about a paddle? I do love to give a good paddling. Nipple clamps are a bit passe, but, ooh, I haven't gotten to play with that electric wand thingamajig yet.

[Len sighs softly and just lays back, making himself comfortable and trying not to get too tense at the idea that this is all actually happening right now. He raises a hand to rub at his brow and over his eyes softly while the other gets the booze and returns to look in his toy closet.]

Paddle is fine, pass on the clamps. [A loose flick of his hand to dismiss them. He'll then push himself up onto his elbows and tilt his head curiously when the wand thingy is mentioned.]

What's the electric wand? Other than the obvious.

Edited 2016-06-29 20:39 (UTC)

Mm, think of it as a sex-taser. Not quite as potent and more of a... well, wand. It comes with removable attachments, depending on your fancy.

[He pulled out the wand and waggled it at him, then showed a few of the attachments.]

You plug it in and it's a bit of a zap. Low level. Rather pleasant, if you're into that.

Last taser I met wasn't that sexy or fun.

[He tips his head as Lucifer shows off the toy, jaw jutting and eyes narrowing slightly with contemplation.]

Alright, lets try it. Won't know if I'm into it otherwise.

There's a good lad. Always up for new experiments, mm?

[A look aimed at the direction of Leonard's crotch, then a grin at his hilarious pun.]

Tasers aren't meant to be sexy, nor fun. At least, not for the one being zapped. I'd think you a little more odd if you got off on that. Violet wands, however, are invented for just such an occasion. Now, I suppose I should ask what else you like to try? Do we limit it to just alcohol, or is someone interested in something with more... kick?

Within reason.

[Blue eyes follow Lucifers gaze to his softening member, but it's still semi-hard while he waits to get things going. He catches the pun, but keeps a straight face only slightly unamused. Though it shifts into something more thoughtful at the offer of something a bit harder than alcohol. Curiosity is getting the better of him, especially lately with this newfound idea of maybe allowing himself to live a little and have some fun while he's alive and well. Death can do that to a man.]

What sort of something?

Ecstasy is always fun, don't you agree? A little here, a little there, and it just makes everything... more.

[Considering how he processed pain -- or the lack of it, Lucifer tended to enjoy things that made normal sensations expand into extraordinary conditions. Part of why he enjoyed Chloe so much.]

Hmm, maybe.

[He's not opposed, just somewhat cautious. He considers the Violet wand and the idea of increasing anything he might feel with the drug. That could backfire a bit depending on what they do.]

Perhaps not together with the use of the wand...

[If only because, even if he's not familiar with what it can do, he understands what a taser is like or that the electricity will cause a soft warm burning tingle of a sensation. Considering he's not so keen on heat and burn to begin with, increasing intensity of the effects of the wand might be too much for him. But anything else...

Well it would certainly make him a little more likely to get more hands on, a little less rigid, more relaxed and open, to desire more and respond more eagerly. Even if he is already pretty well pliant for the Devil to do as he likes.]

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