He grimaces; the constriction toys with the vessel's instincts and his own fear of being restricted. But that's part of the scene, he tells himself, and tries not to appear too wary.
"I know you're afraid. I know you're afraid because you were trapped for so long- that you're controlling it, but that you can taste a tiny tinge of that real, nervous panic."
A low, soft groan; he tries to move his hands; he finds out just how sturdy the restraints are. It doesn't show outwardly, but he can't hide the brief ripple of panic through his Grace, as visible as a neon sign to Break now.
So he has to move his free leg closer to press against Break, between his legs.
Fortunately, it doesn't take much focus to conjure a rope, slipping it between the hard point on the ceiling and the place where the gloves join his wrists, pulling upwards.
"Bend at the waist, or I'm going to dislocate those gorgeous shoulders of yours.
He asks, curiously, snapping and cinching the corset to the floor- by a hook through the laces, so if he tries to straighten up he'll cut more of his air off.
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"If this ends up completely unforgettable."
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He steps in close behind him, so he's whispering, just a few inches away.
"I know."
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There is a slight chill that goes with the question.
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Leaning in closer, lips right against his ear.
"It's making me hard."
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So he has to move his free leg closer to press against Break, between his legs.
"Good." I like making you hard.
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He informs him, pulling him in close against his body, with a contemplative hum.
"We'll make more of it."
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Lucifer kisses his neck lazily, grinding on him and doing everything in his considerable skill to distract Break from the task at hand.
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"Bend at the waist, or I'm going to dislocate those gorgeous shoulders of yours.
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"Now why would you want me like this...?"
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He asks, curiously, snapping and cinching the corset to the floor- by a hook through the laces, so if he tries to straighten up he'll cut more of his air off.
"I'm sure I have no idea."