With the explicit permission, and subsequent signal that their impromptu playdate was to start, that tiny little spark in his gut began to glow. A tiny little dot that would eventually grow into the climax of a roaring flame. He bit his lower lip when he felt the teeth upon the soft skin of his neck.

"Yes, I can do that." He nodded. Once Secundo was sat back and comfortable, Swiss crawled to his newly claimed spot between his legs. The lust glazing his eyes was on full display although the eye contact was not made yet. Both hands on either hip bone caressed just above the waistband for three counts before Swiss' fingers curled around the elastic and worked it down to gain full access to the Papa's cock. He didn't notice the way he stared before making any advancement towards it, which gave away just how much of a feral sex hound this ghoul was. Even though he was going to be allowed to enter his softer and more doughy headspace, Swiss still had a desperate need to fulfill.

His left forearm slipped beneath Secundo's right thigh and his hand wrapped up the side while his right hand went for the base of the soft cock waiting for him. Once he lifted it up from its place of rest along Secundo's body Swiss' brown gaze locked up onto Secundo's. Unlike the pure lust of a moment before, Swiss looked up at Secundo with pleading eyes, all of his want to do good by the Papa and listen well and please him written clearly across his face. Only two up and down strokes were given before the tip felt the hot and soft skin of the awaiting lips. On top or on bottom, Swiss loved a cock in his jaw. The way a boy may squirm under him while becoming over stimulated by the skilled tongue or much more like now when Swiss himself was at the mercy of whoever he was sucking off. The way he would feel them getting harder in his mouth fed into the insatiable desires.

Swiss focused on the tip for a moment while his hand held his cock up. The tip of his tongue kissed the top of his cock with little circles before indulging in simply sucking the sensitive end. In time with the blood filling the large cock, Swiss took more and more into his mouth with each dip down.

The little nips of the incubus' fangs earned him soft little gasps from the necromancer's mouth. Little pink and red marks left behind on the pale skin for every nip. By the time they would end, the pale skin will be littered with them. A lovely canvas painted by the incubus aside from the two bruises still healing from the reaper's bite.

Voxir hadn't even realized they were moving until Salvatore pulled away, but still kept his contact on his lower back. Crimson eyes moved across the room, taking in all the items. Some he knew, most he did not. Were all these truly meant for pleasure?

The leather blue chair is what he imagined the tauntra was. It was an interesting shape. "Is it a chair meant for intimate purposes?"

“Hahah, it is alright. I respect getting our rules of engagement set out before hand. Claws are fine, biting fine. But please keep in mind that I need to be able to retain decent movement considering my position. Really everything is free game, unless it involves bodily fluids or will leave perminant and or debilitating injury. Blood is fine, I’ve entertained a few who enjoyed hematolangia and if blood type matters, I am B negative and clean. Tested every 2 months because of how active I am.” Taking a deep breath he popped his neck and continued on. “No scat, no emetophilia. Watersports can be debated but 8 times out of 10 it’s going to be a no. Rare circumstances for a yes on that. Red light is my word, and if ignored I will throw you off me but I know you won’t cross those lines.”

Sitting up straighter, he paused like he had to run through a list in his head.

“Oh. I’d rather we not rip these, I’m a fan of my tailored items. But if thats something for the future I do have clothes for those days. You can spit on me, but not in my mouth unless you plan on sharing liquor with it. I don’t mind involving any of our vices like booze or smoking, but mind altering substances like hallucinogenics stay out of it, as well anything that can be laced with ketamine or fentanyl which is unfortunately common in los angeles. No ones had a snow party since 2001 because of the rise of additives.” With his throw away line about coke, he smoothed out his vest as a cocky smirk rested across his face. “Any specifically you need to know about or want to check?”

Primo had straighted out his posture when Lucifer addressed him again. Accounting for the size of his brothers, the old Papà nodded in response. "Yes, if that is alright. Emeritus men have ususally been on the larger side."

Primo turned to face Nacht with a smile. "Lucifer isn't lying. I'm sure you could probably find the answers on the internet easily enough or simply just ask them and they will tell you. They aren't ashamed of it."

He gaze now turned to the Queen of Lust. "I will be happy with whatever you choose to give me, of course. I will leave it up to you, my Lady Asmodeus."

Bottle in hand and quickly making their way to the chapel, Sodo rolled his eyes at the comment about his pants.

“How about you punish me for these thoughts in my head hm? Forgive me father for I have sinned~ I have impure thoughts about a ghoul…” He started in, walking backwards with a slight bobble as he looked Swiss up and down. “Every night he invades my head and I dream of swallowing his cock and being ridden hard. Other nights I fantasize about slamming him against the bed and fucking his face into a pillow till he is begging for release~”

Sticking out his tongue he walked himself into the doors, pushing them open with dramatic flair.

“Some mornings I wake up and he’s there in bed next me~ oh what ever will I do.”

“Oh… I may be good at following orders sweetheart, but who’s riding a ghoul?” He grinned as his chin was grabbed, behind those barred eyes was a glimmer of cocky amusement. “I can’t help the way I look at’cha… how else is a creature of wrath supposed to look upon an angel.”

Keeping his composure to be coherent was getting to be impossible, especially with the increase in pace. Every bounce felt like a strand of fraying rope popping loose, threatening to open the flood gates despite his pitiful whines against it. His claws pressured in again as his breath came in sharp pants, forced between the roof of his mouth and tongue as his lips parted. It was clear this poor bull was losing his battle, his eyes fluttering close again as he slid his hand from Raphaels outer thigh to his inner thigh. His thumb carefully found it’s way to their enlarged clit, adding a little more friction as they rode, hoping maybe… just maybe they would possibly fall over the edge with him if he could hold out.

Kinda pathetic, at-least in the back of his mind it was. Here he was, the foreman of the ranch, head honcho, able to ride out just about anything no problem and back when he road the range he was quite popular with a select few painted ladies… and now the angel who broke his dry spell would would find themselves at the shorter end of his fuse. Who cares if he used to keep himself entertained for hours, or could dazzle the wild women of the west with his energy… out of practice was an understatement when he said it earlier.

“Haa…hhaa…a—ah…f-fuck. fuck… I think- I think I’m too close…” he whimpered, looking up to the creature above him as if to search for permission… or forgiveness.

Voxir was mesmerized by the way Grim's hands roamed across his fur, watching the mess be cleansed away just as his own was. Was there necer a moment when his stardust reaper wasn't beautiful? The necromancer kept cleansing himself, but his hands would pause occasionally as he was lost in watching the ancient ghoul infront of him.

"I trust you, but I should still get tested by Eliza? How often should I be tested?". Grim seemed very upset that the condom had broke. Yes it was a little uncomfortable, but it was something else he had experienced now. "You do not need to keep apologizing. I am okay. It was Unfortunate but no harm came from it.."

The necromancer reached up to cup the reaper's jaw., brushing his cheek with his thumb. "Do not be upset, please my stardust reaper.."

“Oh wouldn’t that be something. ‘What brings you in today?’ ‘My father made me ashamed of cursing myself like an idiot years ago, and is cock blocking me from the grave. Now I’m anxious about doing the one thing I have no problem with the rest of the year because of how I look.’” All the while sitting there reaking like a cheap whore that they pulled from the back and pretending his mind isn’t preoccupied. That would be one of the worlds most awkward appointments ever, so yeah better to wait till after the seasons done.

Pushing himself up he carefully slid his body off and wandered over to grab his bottle, bringing it closer so he could take it if he needed to. Setting it on the night stand, he stretched out his wings fully before crawlling back up into his spot. Though now he positioned himself so that he could rest his head on his chest and lay with his legs between his, a little more comfortable than just tugged up on top.

“Now either I am going to take a nap, take a shot or we are going to figure out how fast we can get both of us up again.” He purred, crossing his arms as he closed his white eye. “You have found yourself in my schedule now big boy~”