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Dan shuts the door of the interrogation room and stands there silently, taking in the view; Lucifer Morningstar, handcuffed to the table, with his head down and arms folded (as much as he can fold them with the handcuffs on).
He moves a couple steps forward so that he’s closer. Lucifer still has his head down, eyes fixed to the table.
“So, you stole an ounce of coke out of evidence.” he says rather than asks.
Lucifer nods slowly, not taking his eyes off the table.
“You know that’s illegal, don’t you?”
“I’m aware.”
“Morningstar, look at me when I’m talking to you.”
His head slowly lifts up, eyes now focusing on Dan. That’s better.
Dan moves slowly around the table, watching as Lucifer’s eyes follow him. He’s thoroughly enjoying this, and it’s about to get a lot more fun.
He glances down at Lucifer’s crotch and can see the outline of his erection. Lucifer’s trousers are pulled tight and he’s shuffling in his seat uncomfortably.
“You’re enjoying it though, aren’t you? Being arrested is supposed to be a punishment but you like it. You like doing illegal things and being in handcuffs because it’s wrong, because you work with the LAPD and you’re supposed to be good. But you’re not good, are you?”
Lucifer remains silent, tearing his gaze away from Dan and settling back on the table.
“Use your words and answer the question, Morningstar.”
Lucifer inhales sharply before he speaks.
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, I’m not good. I’m not. I love it, I love this , I love doing illegal things.”
“Hm. That’s what I thought.”
He leans over him, reaching down with one hand and palms him through his jeans. Lucifer’s eyes screw shut and he stifles a groan, but that isn’t good enough for Dan.
“Make the noise, Morningstar, you aren’t fooling anyone.”
He complies, doing exactly what Dan says. He squeezes Lucifer harder as he thrusts his hips forward to grind on Dan’s hand, and then lets go of him completely.
“You’ve probably got about five minutes until the lieutenant finds out what you’ve done. About how bad you’ve been. You think you can come that quick? Or will you have to be patient, and sit through the interrogation, desperate for me to make you come?”
Lucifer starts nodding frantically.
“I can do it, I can do five minutes.”
“You better stick to that promise, for your sake,” he tells him, unbuttoning his trousers and sliding the zip down. “Because how would it look if someone walked in on you with your dick out, looking like the slut you are.”
Lucifer actually groans at that and he hasn’t even started touching him.
“Fuck, Daniel, please. I can’t- I need you, please.”
“That might convince me.” he whispers, sliding his hand into Lucifer’s trousers and taking his dick in his hand. Of course he isn’t wearing underwear.
“Try not to make too much noise.”
He nods, thrusting into his hand again. Whether it’s intentional or not, he doesn’t know, but he loves it.
Dan moves his hand up to the top of Lucifer’s trousers and pulls it down just enough to free his erection.
He leans down and takes him in his mouth, smiling when he hears Lucifer groaning along with the metallic sound of the handcuffs clashing against the table.
His tongue moves in circles around the tip, collecting all the precum that had gathered there since his erection had started. Knowing Lucifer, it probably started as soon as the handcuffs were on.
Dan increases the speed of his movements, pulling a variety of curses and praises from Lucifer. The sounds he makes spur him on and he moves his mouth further down his dick.
Lucifer is practically a mindless, flustered animal by the time Dan has taken him completely in his mouth. His hands pull desperately at his handcuffs as he tries to do something, and Dan’s name is thrown in with praises and curses and literally anything else Lucifer’s brain can form into a sentence.
“Yes, Daniel, you’re so good. So good to me, love having my dick in your mouth. Can’t wait until I can drive us home so I can fuck you so hard you won’t be able to work tomorrow.”
Dan brings his head back up and down a couple times before removing his mouth from Lucifer completely, immediately wrapping his fist around him and starting to jerk him off instead.
Lucifer moans loudly before remembering Dan’s orders and he shuts up very quickly after that. It’s a struggle, since the image of what he’s been talking about has formed very nicely in his mind and he’s all the more desperate.
Dan’s hand easily glides up and down Lucifer’s dick, a mix between his own spit and his precum making every movement smooth and very arousing, to both of them.
“Daniel, darling, I’m close.”
“Don’t come until I say, alright?”
Lucifer nods, unable to respond as Dan’s hand speeds up and his grip tightens a little, hoping to bring him closer to his climax.
His movements become more frantic and desperate as he yearns to see Lucifer finish. His moans and praises become incoherent nonsense as pressure builds up, but it isn’t nonsense to Dan. He loves every noise Lucifer makes, he loves how worked up he can get him and how desperate Lucifer becomes while Dan’s touching him.
Getting Lucifer off whilst still at work is now his favorite activity, plus with the added fun bonus of handcuffs . Dan never thought it would appeal to him, yet here he is.
“Dan, please, gonna- let me, please Daniel.” Lucifer begs him for release. His eyes have started watering and he’s sweating a lot, his breathing fast and unnatural.
“Go on Morningstar. Come for me.” Dan leans down to his ear to whisper those last few words and that’s all he needed to hear before his orgasm finally hits him.
Lucifer thrusts his hips up into Dan’s hand, fucking his fist as best he could to highten the orgasm.
Lucifer loses all control over his volume and yells violently as his cum spills out over Dan’s hand and onto his trousers, a pretty obvious indicator to others as to what he’s been doing this evening.
Dan keeps his hand on Lucifer’s dick, keeping the same momentum until his orgasm finishes and he slows down. Lucifer collapses back in his chair, his whole body going limp, whimpering from the intensity of it all. He would usually feel insecure about appearing vulnerable like this, especially in front of a human, but there’s something about Detective Espinoza that he finds comforting. He can let his guard down.
Dan reaches a point where he can stop altogether and he does, carefully removing his hand from Lucifer’s dick so as not to overstimulate him.
Dan takes out a few tissues from his pocket that he had shoved in there prior to the scene and wipes his hand. He uses the others to get as much of the stuff off Lucifer’s trousers so he doesn’t look too much like a whore.
He puts the tissues back in his pocket, planning on discarding them later, and places his hand on Lucifer’s shoulder, a gentle indicator that they’ve finished. Lucifer has actual tears on his face and his eyes are still screwed shut. He looks kind of vulnerable and fairly exposed as he lies back, recuperating.
“Hey, man, it’s okay. Everything’s alright.” Dan changes his voice from the previous dominant-slash-seductive one to a softer, more reassuring and caring one. He uses his free hand to wipe away some of the tears and then cups Lucifer’s jaw.
Lucifer opens his eyes and looks at Dan. His chest is still rising and falling at a rapid speed, which is surprising regardless of the circumstances. He usually doesn’t suffer from breathlessness.
Dan leans forwards and presses his lips against Lucifer’s, the intimacy and adoration of the kiss a sudden detour away from earlier events. Lucifer kisses him back with the same passion, and he relishes in the warmth of Dan’s body, feeling comforted by just his general presence.
Dan appreciates the small amount of time he has with this new, more affectionate side of Lucifer that he rarely gets to see.
Dan slowly pulls away from him, stroking his thumb across the stubble on Lucifer’s face and smiling before he moves away from him completely. He does lean back down to pull up his trousers, because Lucifer would definitely get some funny looks if someone walks in and sees, well, that.
“You good man?” Dan asks, returning back to his natural awkwardness he still can’t seem to shake, not even after being with Lucifer for a few months now. Only sexually, of course; the Devil doesn’t do romance. Not yet, anyway.
“I’m fine, thank you Daniel,” Lucifer says. “More than fine. Splendid, in fact. But you, on the other hand, need some attention.” He gestures towards Dan’s own erection.
“I can deal with that later. Was this okay? Are you affected by me saying this stuff? You know, about you being bad or evil or whatever.”
“Not in the slightest,” Lucifer stands, patting him reassuringly on the shoulder. “I’m confident enough in myself to know I’m not any of those things, regardless of how many humans view me as such.”
“That’s good. Yeah.”
“And how was it for you? I mean, besides the obvious tell-tale, I’d like your verbal input.” He glances back down at Dan’s crotch and wants nothing more than to return the favor.
“Yeah, yeah, it was good,” Dan says. “Really good. Hey, thanks for helping. With the, um…I guess what I’m trying to say is-”
“You’re welcome,” Lucifer cuts him off. “For assisting with one of your desires. It’s what I’m here for. That, and sex. I do love it when the two are connected.”
“I know you do.”
Lucifer smiles.
“Right, well, we should be off then,” Lucifer guides Dan towards the door of the interrogation room. “Things to do, desires to fulfill, Dans to fuck.” he whispers the last part in his ear and Lucifer hears him swallow a groan.
“Fuck, Lucifer-”
“Yes, that’s the general idea, now hurry along.”
Dan shakes his head, laughing a little, before whispering, “You’re the Devil.”
Lucifer grins, fully intent on showing Dan just how much fun the Devil can be.