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Myth!AU - Unforeseen Side Effects

It's hard to relax after a long shift roaming around the city and maintaining the teetering balance but what made it all the more easier was the fact that his partner was awaiting in his apartment and graciously welcomed him back when he arrived. There was still some residual exhaustion but he was eager to hold a small conversation before slipping away to clean himself up from the work day. The hardest part of the whole thing was making sure that Lucifer didn't simply barge into the bathroom while he took a shower to decompress peacefully for a couple of moments.

When he's all clean and dressed in but a simple t-shirt and shorts, the reaper eyes the belt that he carried on his person as a small prank formulated in his plan. Lucifer was rather fond of all manners of serpents and he was no stranger to what the belt could do. Still that didn't mean that Matthieu couldn't surprise him nonetheless.

Belt in hand behind his back, he slowly stalks through the halls to locate his quarry. It doesn't take much to locate the man who was lounging across bed in the guest bedroom downstairs, seemingly entertaining himself with whatever was on his phone. The perfect opportunity to strike. He doesn't waste the precious chance and charges into the bedroom with a tease in french before jumping onto the bed and wrapping the belt around the unsuspecting man's waist.

The magic is activated with a quick ignition feed of his energy. However something feels distinctly off this time though he can't investigate too much as he loses his balance and slips off the bed in the end. Mission success!

...though he didn't realize what he had really done.

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While Mattheieu does make a point, the thought of having to pull away from the man's talented hands is certainly terrible indeed. Still, the thought of seeing his reaper so thoroughly debauched is more than enough motivation to slowly unwind himself. His hand snakes down to gently push Mattheiu's away, as much as he doesn't want to, but he settles for wrapping his fingers around one length to ease some of the ache. "Then don't keep me waiting, darling."

As soon as the coils are loosening around him, his hands retreat back to his sides and he waits to be free before carefully maneuvering over. The push garners a soft laugh from him as well as looking back which pauses him. First time seeing the so called happy accident was rather curious, blinking at the not one but two ridged cocks nestled amongst the scales.

Still he wasn't supposed to make the man wait so he rifles through the drawer to gather the bottle and a couple packets. Raising a brow, he glances between the double trouble and the packets. "I don't think these will fit you anymore..."

"You...may be right," he concedes, and though there's still a pulse of heat low in his stomach at the sight of Mattheiu before him it's overwritten by concern. While the image of his reaper mindless in pleasure is something that he loves dearly, it would kill him to ever actually harm the man and with the uncertainty of the new additions...

"There are other things, darling. Fingers, mouth, I wouldn't ever want to hurt you-"

"I mean I'm ok with not using them but probably would be for the best," he says, mulling over his options. Standing up, the reaper returns to Lucifer and stealing away a brief kiss.

He gently cups his cheek, gently stroking. "I know. I also know you don't want to wait but if you'll allow me to slip away I can get better preparations. Maybe even make sure there's food for later."

His neck still stings when he moves but he can hide that with a glamour. It may be a bit uncomfortable with the venom still running through him but he can manage.

"Darling, if you think I wouldn't gladly fuck you right here and right now without them you certainly don't know me at all," he murmurs as he nuzzles against his reaper's hand, "and I daresay the thought of filling you like that is downright sinful-

but this isn't about me, this is about you. And remember that I love you no matter what. If you want to go, I can wait, I'm a big boy remember?"

"Yes but always best to ask first rather than do whatever and possibly ruin something," he assures between another soft kiss. Taking a moment to think the reaper presses his forehead to his. "I love you with all my being."

Sighing, he presses the bottle into Lucifer's hands. "I also want you to fuck me. Though after I take a moment to order food, ok?"

"You know my account, have them charge to it and don't worry about the price," he says softly, breaking the kiss with a slight press of fangs to Mattheiu's lower lip. "Get whatever you want, and I mean that."

"You're not the only one with a packed account, raleur," he teases. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, the reaper heads out into the hall. "Give me a few. Going to make sure to get something you like too."

He relocates his phone after the earlier nonsense of coming back home and starts scrolling through the various options. The winner ends up being a burger joint that he knows delivers and well they have exploited that a lot before. So he gives them a call and sets up the order.

Walking back he hums softly. "Roughly an hour and a half for food. Pretty busy right now but it's doable."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that the devil doesn't like to spoil his favorite," he teases back, letting himself fall back on his tail as he makes himself more comfortable. It's still incredibly strange to know that this is his form for the foreseeable future, but the benefits are certainly outweighing any inconvenience.

He toys with himself lazily as he waits, letting his eyes slip shut to concentrate on the sensations and when he finally hears footsteps returning he grins toothily. "I trust you went with something lovely?"

"You already do that so much. Give me a chance to do the same sometimes."

Funny how he has to actually talk his way into footing the bill on the occasion. Not something he pictured himself doing with the devil but there was a lot he didn't expect that he's now used to with this partnership. Hopefully he'll be able to find a way to fix his mistake though.

He shrugs while coming in. "Something like that but mostly familiar. Figured it'd be a safe choice for now."

The reaper wanders over slowly before shooing away Lucifer's hand from himself to straddle his tail. Hopefully that was comfortable for the man and he's hesitant to put his full weight on him because of such a worry.

"Believe me darling, you take care of me in so many ways." It goes beyond the material, beyond the physical; there's something about Mattheiu that all but completes him.

His grin is all but predatory as he feels a familiar weight against him though, and while it takes a moment to adjust and stabilize himself he's able to wind the remainder of his tail around enough to support them both as he reaches up and drags Mattheiu down into a deep kiss. His free hand skirts against the line of his shoulders, pulling him close until he's able to rut gently up against him.

The worry of discomfort is all but erased away from his mind while he sinks back down into Lucifer's coils. The kiss makes certain that it never comes back. A soft groan slipping past his lips as he returns the grinds eagerly.

His arms encircle around the man's shoulders. "I want you so bad..."

There's a slight shudder that runs through him at those words, and he echoes the reaper's groan with his own, sliding himself against Mattheiu with slow, deliberate movements. "You have no idea how hot you are when you're like this, darling..."

It takes some manuvering, but the hand that had been buried in the reaper's hair pulls away and Lucifer paws around beside them until he's able to feel the discarded bottle. Skillfully working it open with one hand, he slicks his fingers and discards it, his hips still lazily working against Mattheiu's. It takes a bit more shifting to position his tail just right, but he's able to push the man up just a bit further, which lets him trail his hand down and circle his finger's at the reaper's entrance.

First one, slow and slick, and he groans against Mattheiu's shoulder in appreciation.

"I say it because it's true. That and you enjoy it so."

He pulls away to give a needy keen as he waits impatiently to worm a hand past the coils to wrap his fingers around himself and one of Lucifer's lengths. Rocking against him coupled with the haphazard stroking was fair than enough to get him to take in a stuttered breath. So far he would say that this experimentation was going excellent thus far.

Shuddering at the touch, he worries at his lip before gasping hotly against his throat. It takes a bit for his breathing to come back but he squirms at all of the sensations.

"You'll ruin me one day," he chuckles breathlessly, the words shaky with an unbridled groan at the sensation of hard flesh against his cock. "You'll ruin me now"

It's the best type of torture though, and his fingers continue slow and steady, first one, then two, then a third working his reaper open thoroughly and lovingly. "You're beautiful like this, darling."

He captures his lips into another drawn out kiss, dragging teeth across his lower lip with a pleased rumble. His free hand burying itself into Lucifer's hair to keep him close. "Spoiling you. There's a difference, raleur."

His fingers tighten in his hair with each addition, struggling to find any words that don't turn into breathy groans. The reaper's attention focused on pressing back to get him deeper.

"Then I rather like being spoiled," he groans into Mattheiu's lips, the barest hints of a smirk turning the corner of his lips. Each noise that escapes his reaper is delicious, and he crooks his fingers sharply to draw out more and more from the man as he works.

"You're doing so well, darling."

He practically melts against Lucifer, clutching his jacket as he continues fucking himself on those wonderful fingers of his. Words have ceased to exist and he can only muster throaty moans with some smatterings of panting.

It wasn't enough but he wasn't going to stop so long as the man provided. His length rubbing up against one of Lucifer's to further his squirming.

"Brilliant, yes, brilliant," he trails off, the words breathy and quiet as he grins wolfishly. His reaper is nothing short of gorgeous like this, and it takes every fiber of his being not to lean forward and bite again, to bite until the man is writing and mindless from his touches.

Instead he reluctantly pulls his fingers away, bucking his hips into Mattheiu's as he busies himself trying to shrug his jacket off. It's difficult with the reaper's fingers wound into the material, and eventually he abandons the fruitless attempts. It's far more important to focus on Matthieu, of course, and he spends a moment just slowly thrusting against him and savoring the dull friction against one of his lengths. "That's it darling, yesss..."

The words come with a little more of hiss than he'd expected, but that's not even on his radar as he reaches beyond the both of them to find the lube again. It's missing, and he hisses under his breath as he attempts to find it, "darling, darling, bottle- where-?"

He's not completely out of it and when Lucifer is trying his best to rid himself of his jacket, the reaper impatiently waits until he stops pawing before quickly shoving down the offending thing. He wanted his partner. Oh how he did and he wanted him now. So if this helped then he was more than happy to oblige.

He buries his face into his shoulder to hide away some of the noises before the question jarrs loose enough of his attention. It's hard when he'd rather rut himself purely against Lucifer's cocks but he manages a fast look around.

His hand flits around beside them before grabbing hold the lube and shoving it into his hands. "I want you in me now...."

"Soon darling, soon," he works out, carelessly dropping his jacket behind him with little care. It's difficult to think of much else than the reaper writhing against him, and he falters for a moment as he hisses through his teeth and ruts against Matthieu. "Not going to hurt you-"

But the bottle is in his hands and he swiftly flicks the top off and slicks himself with a practiced hand, discarding the thing after closing it again.

With a shift of his tail he draws himself up, fingers wrapping around his reaper's thighs to help position. "Breathe."

The words are whispered into Matthieu's hair only a moment before he slowly starts to lower the man down, sinking into him with a low groan.

He groans as those hard lengths grind against him, closing his eyes as one rubs back and forth against his own while the other rubs against his slicked hole. Biting his lip, the reaper tries to keep himself patient but his body didn't care for such a thing. It knew exactly what he wanted, getting him to shudder and rock against Lucifer.

A deep kiss of teeth and tongue is stolen at the breathe remark. It draws out the fierce desire that has overtaken the both of them and he drinks it in greedily.

However he pulls away as the air is punched from his lungs as Lucifer enters him. A throaty moan given as he sinks down along those ridges. The reaper clutches at the devil's shoulders as he's filled perfectly with his cock, panting at how the changes felt in him.

"F-fuck me please... Fuck me with this damn cock please please please," he groans, desperation clear in his tone.

"Yesss." It comes out far too close to a hiss than he'd ever like to admit, but the sensation of being buried so deeply in his reaper is sudden and intense. The added feeling of pressing against his length at the same time whisks the breath from him, and for a moment Lucifer is unable to do much more than shudder and try to keep himself from gripping Matthieu too tightly.

Even if the man was a reaper, that didn't mean he was indestructable.

"You look so good like this darling," he breathes, canting his hips until he's flush with the man's backside and hissing again at the sensation, "beautiful, so beautiful."

The urge to bite comes bubbling back up but he fights it away, and instead he lets himself slip just slightly as he slowly pulls back until he's just almost out of his reaper. He stays like that for a moment, reveling in the moment and the intensity of the wait, "so beautiful."

But Mattheiu is too delectable in the end, and with groan he thrusts back into him with one slick movement, "and you feel so good darling."

He's always been one to draw things out with his lovers, but with the intensity of everything and the venom throbbing between the both of them there's no time for subtlety. As he coils tighter around his reaper he pulls the man close and begins to thrust, rough and yet not so harsh as to hurt.

He buries his face away into Lucifer's shoulder, sucking in sharp breaths as he worries at his lip and suppresses the urge to squirm against the warm scales that envelope him. His fingers twitch as his arms remain steady around the man's chest. This was far more than he expected it would be like yet not single complaint came to mind.

Groaning with the rock, Matthieu rubs himself against the length that pressed onto his own eagerly. The noises that slipped out from his partner was delectable and he answers them with his own. "Raleur, you're amazing beyond words."

There's a grunt as the ridges slowly draw out of him and the sensation of loss is on the verge of being vocalized but he keeps it under wraps. Instead he presses heated kisses along Lucifer's throat. A shred of patience is still within the reaper after all.

"Fuck." He screws his eyes shut, grasping him tightly as suddenly he's filled once more. The breath is almost knocked out of him as he presses close and grinds down into each thrust, moaning needily. "Yes, yes I'm yours..."

"You're doing so well darling, yes yes," he hisses out, eyes slipping shut as he fights back the urge to bite again. His reaper is writhing under him, is so perfectly pliant and lovely in his arms, and the added sensations of being within him and grinding against him at the same time are more than he could have ever imagined.

With a rough thrust he winds his hand into Mattheiu's hair, yanking him down into a messy kiss as he bottoms out within the man, fangs grazing his lower lip. All the heat, all the love, all the lust that he's ever had is poured into the kiss, and there's something so possessive, so worryingly right about taking his reaper in this way that were he in a clearer state of mind he would perhaps worry.

"Let me hear you," he manages, leaning down to bury his head against Mattheiu's shoulder, "come now darling, come on-"

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