divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

"Fuck yeaaah, bitch! That way there's no wondering about getting home! Just crash with the Queen and you'll get complimentary breakfast!"

The music shifted to a steady beat, the cue to get the concert ready - hounds and imps were starting to shuffle, wrapping up conversations and excitedly getting ready to go to the center area. Bee may be mingling early, but they all know well and good where the real fireworks are going to begin.

Happily, she took Lucifer's hands, tugging him along. "Alright, it's showtime!! Let's fuck it UP with the songs and then get WASTED! Woo!"

Overjoyed, the King had to have himself a(n admittedly kind of dorky) fist pump. "I'll bring the bourbon maple syrup!"

The beauty of creation magic fueled by imagination. He could taste it now! But that could wait. As the music kicked into gear, Lucifer absently straightened up and- oop- was grabbed and tugged with a delighted laugh.

"Right behind you!"

It's a fantastic way to start a night - singing their hearts out with fun, playful songs, enjoying the cheers of the crowd and tossing sweets and treats their way for fun, nothing but smiles and hoots and hollering. Sure, there was gossip, there was always gossip - but with the roar of people singing along, who cared?

Once their performance wrapped, it was time to mingle! Bee kept an arm looped around Lucifer in a one-armed hug, thriving off of the high energy making her giddy. And? It was nice to spend time with Luci, after so long.

"Luci, baby, whaddya wanna do next? A kegstand? Eating contest? Drinking game?"

One high mark of having wings was being able to keep up in a duet with a similarly-endowed partner. Hoops? No problem. Lucifer could tuck in well enough to sail through and join in on the Queen's game.

There was always something in the air when it came to a hive dive party, something infectious, and it made his heart sing with something he hadn't felt in so damn long. Sure, he was partying, sure, he was going to put so much into his body and put it through the ringer, but why fret the morning after when it was so far away? So tonight, he even slipped in another song: A steamy little 'Circus' to heat things up, enough that he was glad for his short sleeves and brief dismissal of his hat, a fine sheen of sweat glistening by the time all was said and done.

Yet he laughed, looking properly ruffled from dancing, and you bet your bottom dollar he took any opportunity to belt. It'd been so long since the King had publicly performed. Old guard demons would hear the familiarity. The youths would be filled in on just how much of a treat this was.

"Oh, you said the magic word- 'Game'! Give me your worst!"

It was a treat to hear Lucifer sing like that again - something so rare, something none of these pups at the party could really know to appreciate. Really it was no surprise at all that he'd kept up so well - there was a wild, free spirit in there that was always begging to come out. It just needed a little encouragement.

As they wound down, Bee summoned and passed Lucifer a water bottle - always handy for prolonging the party and helping your body go the extra distance. Especially since he'd worked up such a sweat!

"Alright! Your pick: we break out the comically large jenga tower, or we start a circle and play Never Have I Ever. I love that last one 'cause old-heads like you and me get fucked up, hah!"

He accepted the bottle and had a drink. Yeah, he really needed that!

"Oh you know I'd love a classic Never Have I Ever! Give the youngbloods a little fighting chance, eh?"

"Alright! One extra-cushy pillow den coming up!" Bee cheered, stepping over to one of the seating areas and summoning heaps of fresh new pillows to rain down on the floor. From the tags, looks like she pilfered them from somewhere in Sloth - probably specifically to cause a little mischief with Belphegor. She couldn't resist.

"Alright babes!! Grab a pillow and some drinks, we're doing good ol' Never Have I Ever with Lucifer tonight! Try and get us, you cute pups! You c'mere and sit right next to me, Luci, baby!"

Many Sins had a very authoritative presence, and there was always the sense of hesitation with most Hellborn... but Bee was masterful at getting everyone boozed up, relaxed, having fun - and accepting not only herself, but the King of Hell himself, as just another party-goer. It was important for the atmosphere!

Maybe if Bel would stop having such comfortable pillows, they wouldn't be ripe for the poaching! She should have a think about that.

He hopped on over to pick a seat, chuckled and made a come-hither gesture with a finger. Come, come, gather 'round!

"I'm sure you've all done something I haven't! Such is the beauty of youth! Come and get me!!"

Time for the bottles of beelzejuice! Bee pops the top on hers - she knows she's getting wrecked! "Bring it on, babes!"

The first few questions are a little tepid - everyone has to get comfortable, feel each other out. "Never have I ever kissed a Possessor". "Never have I ever... been arrested". "Never have I ever fainted". Basically everything is something Bee is taking swigs to.

But as everyone got various levels of drunk, the weird questions start popping up.

"Never have I ever eaten cat food."
"Never have I ever shaved myself bald."
"Never have I ever used someone else's toothbrush."
"Never have I ever gone on a date to make someone jealous."

"Holy shit, I finally got one," Bee laughed, finally free from drinking for a question.

As the drink was flowing, now the confessions were getting interesting. Lucifer was decidedly dry- being Fallen perhaps didn't equate to an arrest, so he'll drink to that to be fair- but that last one had the King giggling and really getting ready to pop off from the bottle.

"Oop! Guiltyyy~! Honestly, I didn't give a shit what Adam thought, but oh, the way his face twisted up when I made off with his wife..." And down the hatch.

"Now let's see..." Hmm, what should he use...?

Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.

Never have I ever told someone "I love you" without meaning it.

Never have I ever given a lap dance.

Never have I ever kissed my best friend.

"Psh! I kiss friends all the time. Nothing wrong with a little making out, right-- like they say, 'no romo'," Bee teased, sticking her tongue out - the circle 'oooh'ed in intrigue, not unlike how they'd tittered laughing at the jab about Adam.

"Have you kissed the king before?" a curious hellhound asked, her tail wagging.

"Not yet, buuuuut I could knock that off the bucket list, if Luci wants," Bee teased, leaning her shoulder against Lucifer's and petting at his hair with a hand.

The question had his eyebrows shoot up. The response made the gold rise in his face.

That was one of the most marvelous things about Bee: Her forwardness, but always in a way that helped involve you, rather than alienate you. The touch of shoulder to shoulder, hand stroking through his hair had him feeling... hold on now, did she say it was on her bucket-

The King chuckled. It helped hide the little shiver. How long had it been since he...?

"Hey, why not? It's a party!" He turned then, and raised a hand to rest upon a soft cheek.

"Who am I to deny a fun little request...?"

"I bet you're a great kisser," Bee matched his energy, casually draping her four arms over his shoulders and waist as she met him in a kiss.

His lips were soft... and even just the initial exploratory licks revealed that they both tasted sugary sweet from the alcohol they'd been chugging for the night. Muzzle and jaw were a little mismatched, but it's clear that Bee has no trouble deepening the kiss without making it awkward or accidentally bumping their teeth - she's had some practice!

That just felt like a little challenge.

It was one of those things that he missed so much, so dearly: He missed kissing he realized, as they met in the middle. He missed touching he realized, as four arms draped over him. He missed even more, he-... wait. He quietly shut the door on that thought, before he let himself burn and starve again.

The beelzejuice had a way of tasting just fine even while lingering upon another's skin, mingled with the ample fare offered in all of Bee's hive dives. Lucifer opted for soft and slow, finding a pleasure in the feel of fine fur beneath his fingers alongside each touch against his lips.

But fingers started a slow plummet, running down the neck as she parted, the kiss deepening. He opened to her with a sound he wasn't ever about to take back, traced his forked tongue beneath hers, and manifested his tail.

He needed another anchor, and looped it around her waist.

Nothing if not a master of matching energy, Bee leaned closer and pulled Lucifer in more, letting out a pleased little hum as her wings buzzed at her back delightedly. The way his forked tongue danced made her heart pound, he was a great kisser, he'd be her go-to friend for smooching at parties for damn sure.

The sounds of amazed and amused 'oooh's and 'whoa!'s only encouraged her - she ran her slender fingers down his back and along his freed tail like it was a pet snake.

He was so used to such lavish displays of public affection back in the day that the encouragement made him nostalgic. But the fingers down his back stirred his blood, made him ache, left metaphorical fingers stumbling against the button to shut those thoughts deep in a box.

A game. A game.

...Ooooh, but she touched that tail and he pulled back just enough to catch her bottom lip, a nip of a yes. That free hand moved up her side, over the swirl of so much color before dragging claws up along the ribs.

An educational game. A thrilling game.

Oh, she's played chicken before, and she always wins. Smug and challenging... that's the Luci she knows - he'd taste the pride radiating off of her own smugness in getting him here and tasting so sweetly of honey as he graved and indulged in nourishing touch.

Bee scooted closer, eagerly tangling their tongues as her hands set to a myriad of different little touches. Twirling the tail around her fingers... squeezing one of Lucifer's thighs... a hand through his hair... and a hand running down his chest. Hungry, starved, Lucifer? Take it all.

Pride that he drank deep, a taste he happily savored. Perhaps he couldn't taste the vibe of people at a party, but he got to have just a little glimpse here and now.

It's no wonder Bee always had a damn good time.

Yet for all the challenge he had, she stepped up- drove a shiver from him- and drew closer. Hands fiddled with his tail, one on the leg, his hair, his chest... Lucifer felt himself struggling not to become quite a fascinating little puddle of wings as his body seemed to sing, to sigh in bliss from being touched, some level of wanted.

Perhaps Lucifer had forgotten that they were basically giving a little show. ...Or maybe he didn't really care.

The latter seemed to be the case, as a hand just slipped a few fingers beneath Bee's top. Cockiness had him reach back just enough for a cheeky little two-finger display of skill... well... if Bee had decided to bother with a bra tonight, at any rate.

Luci was so smooth, so natural at this - no surprise, he had every reason to be proud of how magical his touch was. Bee was humming and sighing in delight in the kiss, easily getting immersed in the moment.

The little snap of Lucifer effortlessly unhooking her bra had Bee's ears shoot up in surprise. Amused surprise! But nonetheless! Her chest was charmingly small, the way she liked it - if he was to get even cheekier, he could pull away with a cute, lacy strapless little thing.

The other players and party-goers were a whole range of emotions - amused, bewildered, even entranced - but the pleasant buzz of the beelzejuice and the energy of the night only had them jovial and egging it on.

If you asked him, all chests were great chests. Yet despite pulling the garment away and slinging it against his shoulder for safe keeping, he focused entirely on running a hand up her back, ruffling the fur along her spine.

Breaks between kisses had Lucifer linger only a breath away, lips always touching, even if he was finding himself beginning to struggle with her earlier remark of 'no romo'.

Because this was fun, no doubt about that. But he was beginning to toy with the question of what if...?

But maybe that was the juice talking. Perhaps he... shouldn't... sweat it too much. At least for now.

Slinging it over the shoulder! Damn, Lucifer - Bee lets out a little whimper of a giggle, pulling the man flush against her body and licking his neck, juuuust below his earlobe.

"You're hot, Luci... we should have fun for the afterparty too," she whispered to him, as if she weren't still incredibly handsy at this very moment.

He couldn't get so wrapped up in thought, even if he tried.

He'd missed the feel of another body against his, scattering what sense he had. He swallowed back a sound with the warm brush up his neck, but it hadn't stopped how his breath caught, slipped free with the smallest plume of heat. Everything was betraying him now, from the way gold rose among his face to the way he held her, handsy himself. He almost regretted adding extra layers to his outfit, but four hands were better than two, they say...

The audience... were it not for the audience, he would start making short work of so much more. Clothes felt so stifling when your body shot up several degrees.

"...Count on it." He sounded short of breath, yet still managed to growl his implication. Though he seemed for all the world like he was just short of losing his mind, his hands remained steady, one sweeping up her side and beneath the hem of her top.

But it moved no further. Not when he could simply imply, a promise that could be cashed in at any time.

That growl was sexy, it made Bee shiver - exercising restraint was never her strongest suit, but sometimes a dish should simmer longer before you dig in.

But the door was now open - even settling back in, Bee pulled Lucifer with her, leaning against him and practically sitting him in her lap. She summoned fresh drinks for both of them.

"We both did it, so down the hatch! Can't say we never did~" Bee giggled, taking a swig. Their little onlookers laughed, made some comment like 'oh yeah, we're playing a game!' and whistled - the party atmosphere hopped right back on track effortlessly, like it always does at a Bee party.

One might think he wouldn't be a fan of being perched upon a lap. That was soundly different when you got to have the best seat in the house on Bee's amazing thighs.

His mouth felt hot and dry by the time they'd settled back in. He worked an extra shirt button loose before he collected his drink.

"Ha, fair's fair! To a momentous occasion where there was a shenanigan I hadn't done!" Down the hatch! That's the name of the game, after all. But boy was he parched, tipping it all back to try and quench, cool himself off. Down, boy, down...

Edited 2024-06-05 02:44 (UTC)

Nice, cold beelzejuice! Perfect for whatever ails ya. Bee chugged her bottle down and summoned a plethora of snacks for everyone to pick at, giving them a boost in energy and keeping their booze down.

And, of course, Bee had goodies for Lucifer, too. On a tidy little tray, sliced and coated liberally with toothpicks in each wedge, Bee offered Lucifer caramel apple slices.

"These still some of your favorites?" Bee asked, already smug because she was SO sure she remembered right.

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