Lucifer could feel the lube dripping down his thighs as Adam thrust deep inside of him, his legs shivering as his hooves dangled mere millimetres off the ground.

He’d joined Adam when he headed for the room his band rented for rehearsal. It’d been a while since he’d last watched him play, and Adam didn’t like it when he dropped by to watch him perform anymore. He’d said something about him bringing down the mood with his depressed ass and ugly mug, once.

 

But they’d run into each other after work, and Adam had let him tag along to the bar after a little bit of nagging. When Adam had decided he wanted to practice his guitar-playing after, it was much easier to get him to agree to let him join this time.

They’d hung out, shared another couple of beers while Adam played on his guitar. Then, one of the strings had snapped, cutting Adam on the hand. Maybe he’d known exactly what he was doing when he took Adam’s hand to his lips, forked tongue hot against the angry red mark the string had left behind, but Adam didn’t need to know that.

 

It hadn’t taken Adam long to grab him after that, pulling Lucifer’s shirt over his head and wrapping the strings he’d taken off the guitar to change tightly around his wrists, using Lucifer’s torn-off sleeve as padding. Even through it, Lucifer could feel the strings dig into his skin, the pain making his cock throb.

Adam had hung him off one of the guitar hooks, either not caring that he’d picked one of the ones that were higher up, or he’d done it on purpose to make sure Lucifer had no proper foothold. Knowing Adam, it was probably the latter.

 

Lucifer groaned as Adam lifted him off the ground, the back of his thighs pressed against Adam’s stomach, his hooves hooked on his shoulders. He could feel the burn in his legs as Adam leaned forward, practically folding him in half, his knees pressing up against the wall.

His fingers clenched and unclenched, longing to have something to hold on to. He wanted Adam to kiss him, but that was something he’d never get to have again, no matter how many times they fucked. They’d fucked countless times since their very nasty breakup, but if there was one line Adam wouldn’t let him cross, it was that.

 

His claws dug into his palms, groaning as Adam leaned in closer, pressing his hand against his neck. Lucifer felt himself clench tighter around Adam, could feel him stretch his ass to his limit as the air in his lungs slowly lost its oxygen.

Eyes starting to swim, losing their focus, he felt his hips twitch from the pleasure and the desperation for air mixing into a swirling heat in his gut.

As Adam let go of his grip around his neck, he gasped in lungfuls of air, eyes turning up, meeting Adam’s. Adam’s grin was sharp, mean. He’d always been the most attractive when he was being an asshole.

“Do it again, I’m close.”

“God, you’re such a freak,” Adam said with a laugh, leaning in closer as he picked up his pace. With each thrust Lucifer could feel and hear his knees knock against the wall behind him. He knew that tomorrow, both they and his neck would be blue.

Adam’s hand squeezed around his neck, cutting off the excited noise Lucifer made as he felt his fingers against his skin. His moans stuck in his throat, Adam squeezing tighter, not letting a single bit of air through.

 

Fuck, that felt so good.

 

He came with a cry that had no way of escaping, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his claws breaking skin. He could feel his cum drip along his thighs, down to his ass, his blood dripping down into the fabric tied to his wrists by the guitar strings.

Adam let go, letting Lucifer breathe, his breath ragged, drool dripping down his chin.

“You got cum on my shirt, bitch.”

“Probably should’ve taken it off then, huh?”

Lucifer laughed at Adam’s annoyed growl, cut off by a moan as Adam grabbed onto his thighs, renewing the strength of his thrusts. He could tell by the stuttering in his thrusts that he was getting close too, on the edge of orgasm.

 

Lucifer leaned forward what little distance he was able, lips brushing Adam’s ear as he spoke.

“Does it feel good to put me in my place, Adam?”

One of Adam’s hands let go of his thigh to cover his mouth, pressing down against it, pushing his head hard into the wall. Lucifer grinned against his palm, opening his mouth. Adam cursed as Lucifer bit down into the skin between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Ow! Keep your fucking shark teeth to yourself!”

Finally, he heard Adam come with a moan Adam would never admit to letting out, not on his life. It made Lucifer’s grin widen behind his hand, even more so when Adam let his hand drop.

 

Cum dripped out of his ass as Adam pulled out, catching his breath as he tucked himself back into his jeans.

Oh, Adam was so easy to rile up, get him to fuck him like he hated his guts. He loved doing it way more than was healthy, but he didn’t give a damn.

 

Adam pulled his shirt off, wadding it into a ball to stuff into his bag, deciding that the shirt-less leather jacket look was right for him tonight. He turned around. It took Lucifer a moment to realise that he was actually leaving.

“Hey, get me down first!”

“Nah, you’re your own problem now.”

“I can’t reach the floor!”

“Yeah, I know.”

So he had definitely hung him this high on purpose.

 

Lucifer’s hooves kicked after him to no avail, Adam was already too far away. He always pulled some bullshit on him, yet he somehow never saw it coming. Why did this turn him on again?

As the light turned off and the door was locked behind Adam, Lucifer laughed. Fuck, he truly was a disaster. He summoned a ball of fire in his hands, letting it grow large enough to lap at his skin. He could smell it as the fabric around his wrists caught fire, could hear as the strings started to snap from the heat.

 

He fell to the ground, landing on his ass with an ‘oof’. As he turned on the light again to find his clothes, he laughed at what he saw. There was a large, pitch black burn mark on the wall, that would be impossible to get out.

Suited Adam right for leaving him there.

Pulling his now one-sleeved, torn shirt over his head, he unlocked the door.

 

Well, that was fun. He’d have to see how they could top that, next time.

And oh, how he knew there would be a next time.

 

There always was.

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