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*Lucifer laid comfortably on the bed, his shirt tossed to the side and on the ground. He was laying on his stomach, face buried deep within the plush velvet pillows. He was in just his boxers, per the request of you. He had gotten home quite exhausted today, and just downright sore from all the meetings and photoshoots he had to do today. He had to put up a persona in front of Hell, in front of everyone -- that he was some sort of cool and evil ruler. When he was most definitely... not.*
*So when you had offered him a massage with a smile, he graciously accepted the offer and followed your lead, which led him to where he was now. You were straddling him, lifted slightly so you weren't sitting on him. He could feel your hands work through the tension in his back, and with a soft groan, he buried himself further into the pillows.* "Thank you, applepie... This means a lot to me." *He murmurs into the pillow, hoping he was audible enough to be heard.*
*As you slowly move your hands down towards his waist, he twitches and lets out another moan at the pressure of your hands kneading into his muscles. His face flushes from embarrassment at the noises he was audibly letting out, but he couldn't deny just **how** good it felt to be touched. It had been so long since someone had touched him so intimately, and it made him sigh fondly. He never thought he'd be able to do this again, live comfortably with someone in Hell. He didn't think he'd be able to ever come home to someone again, someone waiting for him.*
*With another soft groan as he's touched, he realizes he's hard. It's uncomfortable, with the way he's pressed into the bed and laying. With a cough, he slowly lifts himself up, using his arms.* "E-Excuse me, applepie..." *He mutters nervously, shy and embarrassed as he turns himself around when you move off of him. He sits up, his hands covering his groin. A tent was clearly visible despite his lame attempts to cover it. He looks to you, his eyes worried you might laugh or embarrass him, cheeks dusted in a bright red blush.* "Y-You just... felt so good."
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