divinetree | ⬡ Bee Posting ⬡

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.

He could create, but never could he truly make what amounts to food porn like Bee. The way she could craft a meal truly sinful, something that begs to be Sinstagrammable while also beg to be eaten as quickly as possible, was always a fascination to him.

The caramel was perfectly sticky sweet and glossy, but would cling to the juiciest apple slices and demand it be eaten in just one bite so nothing is left behind.

"Oh, fuck yeah. It's the perfect snack! And I say if it ain't broke, don't fix it!" The perpetual sweet tooth, even after a tall order of beelzejuice, he helped himself to his first no less than three slices. Tart fruit and sweet, sticky caramel? That was a taste of home.

"Any sides taken on the cake versus pie debate since last we went over it?"

"I still like 'em all, these days everyone's kickin' for cake more than pie. Then again, I got the recipe for tres leches cake just right finally, so I think that's what's tipped the scales," Bee snickered, snagging a turkey leg and chomping down.

"We have been getting a little buzz arguing about whether cheesecake is cake or pie."

Tres leches?? What- what was tres leches, and what did three milks have to do with cake...?

"Oh, are we ready for a controversial take?" He snapped his fingers and smirked.

"If cheesecake's a cake, pumpkin pie should be called pumpkin cake!"

"But what about pumpkin cake?" an imp gal asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

"So should we just call it cheese pie?" a very, VERY drunk hellhound asked.

"Ah, there's the rub! There's already such a thing as cheese pie!" Bee snickered.

He laughed, stifling a snort. Good counter-points. "Look, cakes are fluffy with frosting, but pie's gooey and has a crust! That's my reasoning! Meanwhile, a cheese pie is just a pizza. Especially the chicago-style!"

Then he wagged a finger. "I could do this all night! Like how we're just calzones and hot dogs are sandwiches, but language is just a goofy mess, am I right??"

"Calzones!! You're not made of dough, you funny bunny," Bee teased, tickling at Lucifer's sides playfully to 'get back' at him.

That got a laugh and a wriggle- noooo, he was ticklish!

"Hey, we're made of carbs, sugar and fat you know! That's dough! Just a funny dough!" He was absolutely feeling the buzz, and leaned against her with a hand at her stomach, the swirling colors beneath.

"And you, my Queen, are a whole apple turnover. Or a hot pocket."

"I'm a whole damn honeybun," Bee snickered, hugging him close and letting him lean on her. He was cute, he was allowed. "Or maybe a sopapilla~ never forget the honey with me, baby."

"You know me, I've got an insatiable sweet tooth."

He crossed one leg over the other, almost coquettish as he eased into the game. "Hmm, let's see... Never have I ever drizzled honey on an awaiting sopapilla."

She clicks her tongue. Oh, you'll get the chance, won't you, Lucifer? But she of course has gnoshed on a sopapilla, and drizzled honey-- she takes a swig of booze.

"Never have I ever gotten apple skin caught in my teeth."

Lucifer snickered, and went for another drink. Guilty, guilty, guilty. He enjoyed his apples, certainly.

He tipped his glass back, slipping further into that warm and fuzzy comfort zone.

"Oohoo~ Your Majesty, you should know I love it when something sounds like a threat and a promise."

Bee teasingly clicked her teeth in a mock-bite, winking at Lucifer. "How could I resist a tempting little nibble, mm?"

Lucifer chuckled lowly. He quieted his voice, a touch of privacy.

"Ah, temptation. My MO. By all means, if you're looking to nibble, why not press on to the full bite? I wouldn't dare leave the Queen Bee of Gluttony hungry."

Oh, he liked this game. He should come to more parties.

"Asking the Queen Bee of Gluttony to stop at only a bite instead of gobbling the whole thing up is asking a lot~" Bee chuckled back, running a thumb along Lucifer's bottom lip. Fuck... he was hot. "Don't forget, I could always fit you in a single bite~"

Her ear turned as some cheering started up - a keg stand contest, looks like. The game around them dispersed to either mingle or go cheer on whichever horse they were gonna back, and that gave Bee the clearance to fall backwards with Lucifer in her arms, plunging them both into a portal. Thick, viscous fluid to swim through - but breathable, magic, pure essence - and nothing clung to them as they emerged out the other side, in a private room.

"...You promise?" All mischief, his horns manifested. His hands had run along her frame, slow and deliberate, setting inches of her to memory.

His head seemed to spin from the shift in angle, and through the portal they went.

Warmth.

Sweetness.

'Just one more'.

That's what he felt singing across exposed skin, sailing even briefly through Bee's realm. It still tingled over him when they arrived at their destination.

He shook his head to clear it, and chuckled. He brought a hand to her cheek for a stroke, knuckles drawn through the cream-colored fur.

"...I didn't overdo it, did I...?" Though still hushed, he'd dropped the huskiness in brief. He hadn't been... like this... in a long, long time. Was he out of practice? Out of line?

Aww, Lucifer... Bee cuddled him close, nuzzling her nose into his hair for a brief moment before drawing back and looking at him. The slight flavors... bitter unease, anxiety, bubbling over the feelings she'd gotten from him before. Bee ran a hand through his hair and cupped his cheek with another.

"Apple pie, I'd have said something, you know I don't keep things like that to myself. Even if I'm getting better about not being a huge angry bitch over little things," she assured. "You're so fucking hot, if you wanna do this, I am stoked to do it with you."

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