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Since the Ossuary, it has become a rare thing for Lucanis to wake naturally. More often than not, he awakes in a strange room or an uncomfortable position with a start, mind racing to try and discern what Spite had been up to with his body, who he has to apologise to and how much.
Since Rook’s… excursion in his mind, however, Lucanis has relearned to enjoy the mornings. He is still fairly certain that Spite wanders with his body - the mystery aches and bruises are testament to that - but they seem to at least be remembering to return him to his bed before dawn. In this strange new world Lucanis finds himself in, he will take that victory.
This morning may be his favourite yet. His eyes slowly open, and as they adjust to the light in the room, he takes a moment to glance down. Rook is still there, curled against his side, one arm thrown haphazardly across his waist. Her curls are somehow even more unruly than usual and he’s fairly certain that she is drooling on his chest.
He has never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
He gently moves his arm from beneath her, it is stiff and he grimaces slightly at the pins and needles which prickle along it after a night of stillness. Rook stirs in her sleep, nuzzling impossibly further into him and sleepily muttering as she re-settles.
Lucanis can’t help but grin at the sight, the moment so impossibly bright and simple that he feels his heart swell. He gently pries Rook’s hand from a ticklish spot on his ribs, lacing his fingers with hers and intertwining their hands. He marvels at how perfectly they slot together, and kisses each of her knuckles like he is taking communion.
He gently maneuvers them both so that he can reach more of her and kisses her sleeping form. His lips are gentle and loving as they brush indulgently over his lover’s skin. Maker, his lover . Lucanis kisses the freckles on her arms, the curve of her shoulder, the line of her spine, every inch of skin he can reach.
He can feel the warmth of Rook’s body beneath his lips, the sight of her soft and unguarded in sleep something so precious it almost hurts to look directly at her. He thinks he could spend a lifetime in bed with her, but The Lighthouse will be waking soon, and with it another day of saving the world.
“Wake up, carissima. It’s morning.” he murmurs, his voice soft.
Rook groans in general displeasure at being awoken and groggily swats him away. Even now, Lucanis is still learning about Rook; she is decidedly not a morning person. He laughs and tries again, this time rubbing her head gently, trying to tame her hair. Rook opens a bleary eye at him and smiles slightly.
“You have bed head.” she says as she reaches up to run a hand through his hair too, half heartedly smoothing it out. Lucanis wisely chooses not to point out the hypocrisy of her statement and instead hums as he leans into her touch, enjoying the feel of her fingers against his head.
“I’d say ‘good morning’, but you don’t seem too pleased to be awake.”
“If it’s like this, I think I could get used to it,” she leans up, seeking a kiss.
Lucanis laughs again, her grumbling words making him smile. He lifts a hand to cup her cheek. Now that he is able, he cannot stop touching her, caressing her as he realises that this is real .
“Oh really?” he asks,“You could get used to waking up like this? To me?” He had hoped to be teasing, but it comes out desperate and he feels his mouth twist in displeasure. He wishes he were better at this, smoother and not so damn needy. But Rook simply laughs, wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him into a sleepy, languid kiss which takes his breath away.
“I’d very much like to,” she murmurs against his lips, curling her spine and leaning up to kiss the junction of his neck and collarbone, teeth grazing against his skin enough for him to gasp. “I believe you still owe me a taste. If that’s alright with you?”
Well, who is he to deny her?
Rook gently pushes him to the side and onto his back, kissing his neck with slow determination. She moves without urgency, her lips pause on every scar, every freckle on his chest. She kisses along his muscles, lingering for a moment to swirl a tongue around his nipple. Lucanis gasps and arches at the tease, his hand gripping onto her hair. Rook continues her path, entirely unbothered by his restless hands and impatient gasps, laughing softly against his skin, “Insatiable man.”
Lucanis groans and watches her meander down his body, his eyes dark and hungry, his breath hitching in his chest. “Can you blame me? Look at you, carissima.” He traces his fingers across her jaw, along the soft point of her ear, along the curve of her spine with reverence. “You are so very beautiful. Perfect. Ours. ” Lucanis doesn’t bother to quell Spite, far more interested in the way Rook gasps once more, the blush on her cheeks spreading and eyes darkening in a way that Lucanis will definitely be exploring later.
But, for now, her mouth finally reaches his cock and all other rational thought flies out the window. She plants feather-light kisses along his hardness, barely touching him as she works her mouth all the way from base to tip in a frustratingly maddening and perfect pattern.
“Tease.” Lucanis snarls with his demon. He gasps, his voice thick with need, “You’re really trying to drive me insane, aren’t you?”
Rook grins up at him through her lashes and he has to remind himself to breathe. “Perhaps I’m simply trying to teach you patience…” As Lucanis opens his mouth to respond, Rook lips a sure, seductive line along the underside of his cock, swirling her tongue around his tip and his words are cut off by a guttural moan. “Or perhaps I’m just savouring the taste.”
“Ah… mierda …” he whispers, his eyes closing as he surrenders to the sensation and grips the sheets tightly. “You are making it very difficult to be patient, carissima .”
Rook hums against him, unbothered by his torment, and the vibration makes him see stars. “Imagine how I’ve felt for months. Watching you…” A kiss on his cock, “Wanting you…” Another kiss, this time taking the tip of him fully into her mouth, “Wondering if you want me too…” She takes him an inch deeper into her mouth and he almost sobs, “Pleasuring myself most nights, imagining you wanting me too.” She takes him fully into his mouth and he truly does sob, the warmth of her almost too much to bear.
Lucanis hisses and shudders as she finally works him with her mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps, “I want you, carissima …” he groans, his voice so desperate a distant part of him feels a bit embarrassed. “ Wanted you. For so long. Touching. Gasping. Wishing it were you.”
A much less distant part of him feels very embarrassed. But then Rook moans around his cock and the tip of him hits the back of her throat and his mind empties as he rambles, “ Mierda , I’ve thought of you for so long. I’ve touched myself thinking of you, wanting you..” he gasps as her eyes snap up to look into his.
Rook removes her mouth from Lucanis and he whines . She lazily pumps him with her hand, tilts her head as her other hand trails to her breast, teasing and pleasuring as she commands, “Tell me what you thought about.”
He’s always been good at following her command.
Rook takes him back into his mouth and Lucanis has to force himself to focus, to remember how to talk. Lucanis’ eyes are dark and his gaze is fixed on hers as he speaks, his voice thick with desire and need. “You… are so very beautiful. I imagine you moving on top of me. The sight and sound of you lost in ecstasy burning into me.” His hand tangles tightly in her hair, tugging with enough force to make her groan around him. “I imagine claiming you, marking you, making you mine .” Rook’s hand moves further now, between her legs, and his focus narrows on the movement, on the sound of wetness that he can hear even from here, above the noise of her on his cock. “I imagine taking you over and over again, until you’re breathless and spent, trembling and completely. Ours. ”
Spite’s pleasure melds with his own until he’s not entirely sure where each of them begins or ends. His body grows more and more tense and he knows he’s close. He needs to tell her, warn her, move her off him and tend to himself so as not make a mess. But then she swallows him fully, the tip of his cock against the back of her throat as her hand travels to gently cup his balls and it’s all too much, too perfect.
Lucanis lets out a strangled cry of her name as he tumbles over the edge, his body shuddering as he comes. He can feel his mind go blank, his entire body overcome with a pleasure of release so intense that even Spite is quiet.
Rook gently sucks him until he’s fully spent, releasing his cock from her mouth with an obscene pop and one final kiss to his tip. Lucanis is still breathing heavily, his body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure, when he lets out a shaky moan as Rook contents herself with kissing the freckles on his body. He can feel his body growing boneless, exhausted from the intensity of his release. Time loses what little meaning it has here, and he is unsure if it’s minutes or hours before he regains some semblance of control.
He reaches out, pulling her close to him and holding her there. “Maker’s breath,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and rough. “That was… incredible …” A distant rumble of agreement from Spite tingles at the back of his mind.
Rook smiles and kisses his cheek, “ You’re incredible.”
Lucanis lets out a low, breathless chuckle, his body still overwrought and sensitive and yet impossibly still seeking more . “ Carissima …” he whispers, his hand gripping her hips.
Rook gasps, still unfulfilled, at the feeling of his twitching hardness against her, “You can have more, Lucanis. You have all of me.”
Lucanis’ eyes darken, a possessive heat he’s not entirely sure is all his own building inside him. He pins her against the bed, his body pressing against hers.
“All of you,” he whispers, “I want all of you. I want everything you have to give, carissima . I want you to be mine, as I am yours.”
Rook arches up into him with a moan, and that dark edge comes rushing up. “You’re all mine,” he growls, his lips grazing her neck, “I’m going to take you over and over. I’m going to make you scream my name until you’ve lost your voice.”
Maker, he doesn’t even need Spite anymore to be depraved. Nonetheless, the demon helps as they surge through Lucanis’ mind with a roar. “ Yes! Make her. Forget her own name. Remember only. This. Us. ”
Lucanis can’t bring himself to feel ashamed. Not when Rook gasps and writhes beneath him, wrapping her legs tight around his waist and bucking her wet core against him. So instead, he continues, “ Mierda , you’re so wet I can hear you and I haven’t even touched you, carissima . Look at you, so pretty for me… just aching for me to claim you.”
The blush has spread to her chest now, matching her rosy nipples and he bends down, nipping at the pert buds and delights in the way she keens. She tangles a hand in his hair, tugging until he’s forced back up, to look her in the eye. “Imagine how good it would be, Luca. To claim me,” Her free hand trails down between her legs and he watches her gasp as she touches herself, “To be inside me and take me, to feel me come around you and know it’s all for you .”
Spite snarls through Lucanis’ teeth, and he snaps her hands up, pinning them above her head. “I am imagining it. I do little else. You have ruined me, carissima .” He knows that he should slow down, maintain control, prepare her, but instead he holds her wrists with one hand and guides his length into her with the other in one sure thrust. Lucanis commits the sound she makes to memory, watches her face as he feels her adjust to accommodate him. He kisses the tip of her nose, murmuring, “Alright?”
Rook laughs and rocks her hips up into him, “Better than alright.” Lucanis starts to move, his hips rocking against her, his body pressing deeper and deeper into hers as he slams into her harder, faster with each thrust.
Eventually, Lucanis frees her wrists in favour of gripping her waist, watching her breasts bounce. Her hands fly to dig her fingernails into his shoulders as he leans down, his lips finding her ear to whisper dark, filthy words he should be appalled by but which only seem to spur Rook on as she clenches around him.
Just as Lucanis begins to lose himself in the feel of her, the rhythm of their fucking, Rook surges against him and flips them both, her knees holding him in place. “You imagine me moving on top of you, right?” She leans back, allowing him to see fully, see where they join, and it’s almost too much to bear.
Rook’s hand trails lazily along her breast, enjoying the freedom to do so in this new position, and down towards her clit as she pleasures herself on top of him. Her hips grind down as she does so, rolling leisurely as she chases her high.
Lucanis reaches up, grabbing her hips, his fingers gripping her so tightly he knows it will bruise. “You feel so good, carissima ,” Lucanis groans, delirious. “So hot and tight, so mine . Don’t stop. Please. Don’t hold back, let me hear you. Let me hear you scream my name.”
Rook’s head rolls back in pleasure as he guides her, as he fucks up into her and her fingers increase their pace on her clit. He feels Rook climbing closer and closer to the edge and his jaw clenches as his own peak along with her. His breath becomes ragged and laboured, “I’m close,” he groans. “So close, carissima . I need you to come with me. Pleasepleaseplease…” The wings burst of their own accord, curling to brush against Rook’s quivering thighs.
Her voice breaks into a scream of his name as she finally comes. Lucanis pounds against her, unable to stop as he chases his own climax. He moves to lift her off at the last moment but she digs her legs into his hips, “Inside, Luca. Make me yours .”
Yes.
He can’t think, he can’t breathe as he lets out a guttural, primal roar as he comes, his body trembling with ecstasy. He pulls her closer, arms holding her tight as he rides out the waves of his release inside her.
“Mierda,” he gasps as he slowly grounds himself back in reality, “You drive me wild, carissima. Beyond reason, beyond sanity.”
Rook laughs breathlessly in his arms, reluctantly lifting herself off him and flopping beside him. The cot creaks ominously. Lucanis awkwardly reaches for a cloth, wonders what the etiquette is for cleaning up a lover after so thoroughly making a mess of them, but Rook takes the cloth easily from his hand, tending to herself while pulling him in for a gentle, exhausted kiss.
As she tosses the cloth onto the floor - of all the things to have happened this morning, the wet splat of its landing is what makes Lucanis blush - and pulls Lucanis against her, Lucanis breathes her in. Smells like. Static and smoke. Of Rook and Lucanis and. Us .
“So…” Rook croaks against his side, “Breakfast?”
Lucanis laughs, buries his face in the crook of her neck to hide the unbidden tears stinging at the corner of his eyes and allows himself, for the first time in a long time, to feel guiltlessly happy.
“Breakfast,” He agrees.