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[whatwas]

"There are a lot of nerves, Xerxes."

Like these, the ones in her breasts--Lucifer rarely toys with those when Break is male.

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[whatwas]

Lucifer glances down; he's not a modest being, and he gives Break a very sly sort of look.

"So do you like the angel way or do you prefer stripping the old fashioned way?"

[underwater_owl]

"There are advantages to both. I like that I can wrap you back up in whatever I want."

Another snap, and he's in a suit. Then nothing. Then a corset, laced up tight.

[whatwas]

That one gets a reaction, because it's uncomfortable. He's letting Break top, but Lucifer is not the most gracious bottom ever; he retaliates by flicking sparks of fire at him.

[underwater_owl]

He takes two steps forward, and slaps him sharply across the face.

It's such a dismissive motion.

[whatwas]

And there's something different in how Lucifer takes it. Before, it had always made him unpredictably defensive, as if he couldn't quite believe it was all part of a scene.

But now, he looks sidelong at Break, licks his lips.

"I apologize, sir." Sarcasm is a given, but it's more than he's said before. And of course then he ruins it by kissing Break, mingling their Grace.

"Want to do it again?"

[underwater_owl]

"I might choose to."

He offers, acknowledging him and reaching out to ruffle his hair.

"I might not."

Stepping away again, out of his reach. He flicks the furniture up into the attic- all except the table, and begins circling him like a shark.

[whatwas]

He turns to follow him; it is unnerving to be on the other side now. But it's also reassuring. He's no longer the only one capable of fending off the angels if they come here.

That and,

"You don't know how beautiful you are like this, Xerxes."

[underwater_owl]

"Only half as beautiful as you are. Put your hands together behind your back for me, pretty?"

Coaxing, sweetly.

[whatwas]

He obeys in a smooth, oddly graceful motion--like a tiger stretching before a meal.

"Make it worth my while?"

[underwater_owl]

He snaps again, and they'll be kept there, bound tight in a single glove, made of the same leather as the corset- which constricts a breath tighter.

"What would be worth it to you?"

[whatwas]

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.

"If this ends up completely unforgettable."

[underwater_owl]

"Can I tell you something dreadful?"

He steps in close behind him, so he's whispering, just a few inches away.

"I know."

[whatwas]

"You know?"

There is a slight chill that goes with the question.

[underwater_owl]

"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."

Leaning in closer, lips right against his ear.

"It's making me hard."

[whatwas]

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.

"Good." I like making you hard.

[underwater_owl]

"You are beautiful for your suffering."

He informs him, pulling him in close against his body, with a contemplative hum.

"We'll make more of it."

[whatwas]

"Oh? How?"

Lucifer kisses his neck lazily, grinding on him and doing everything in his considerable skill to distract Break from the task at hand.

[underwater_owl]

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.

[whatwas]

What choice he had is soon gone and he bends, a sound somewhere between pained and cornered escaping his lips.

"Now why would you want me like this...?"

[underwater_owl]

"Bent over?"

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."