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You're glad to see the back of midterm exams at R.A.D. Although you suspect did well, a sense of freedom comes with having them behind you as you wander back to the House of Lamentation with Mammon and Beel in tow. You walk between the two of them while Mammon complains about how dumb the exam was. You've got an arm around his waists, while his is draped around your shoulders. Beel's holding your hand with one finger, a snack quickly disappearing into his maw from his other hand.
Mammon heads to the kitchen once you arrive back at the House of Lamentation, to make a start on dinner. He departs with a kiss to your forehead and a soft nibble of your ear, promising to spend more time with you later in the evening. For now, you opt to take a nap with Beelzebub, and follow him to his room. You help yourself to one of his shirts as you both shrug out of your R.A.D. uniforms.
"I like it when you wear my clothes," he says sheepishly as you crawl onto the bed with him.
You look down your body. The shirt is so big, stopping just above your knees. It's basically a dress on you. A baggy, Beel-scented dress. You kiss him on the cheek as you lay next to him, yawning when he nuzzles your neck. You barely register that you've fallen asleep before he's shaking you awake an hour later.
"Dinner's ready, sleepy-head."
You follow him out to the dining room, not bothering to change back into your R.A.D. uniform or pull on your shoes.
The brothers are rowdy over dinner. Levi complains at length about the amount of gaming he didn't do while he was studying. Satan has his nose in a book between mouthfuls, occasionally nodding to acknowledge his brother's grievances.
"It's a good thing I'm not prone to breakouts," Asmodeus sighs. He's seated across from you at the table. "But my skin has definitely been oilier than usual this week. Exams are so stressful!"
You hum your agreement to him. "I could use a relaxing bubble bath this weekend. Wanna pamper tomorrow afternoon?"
His eyes light up at the suggestion. "Of course, darling~" He claps his hands together and looks up and down the table at his brothers. "Anyone want to join us?”
Leviathan audibly groans, shaking his head while he continues eating.
"HEY! If she's havin’ a bath with ya, I'm comin’ too!" Mammon asserts, straightening up in his seat. "Ya can't have my treasure all to yourself, nuh-uh!"
"Mammon," you say with gentle warning. "What did we discuss about having to share me? You get to have me all to yourself sometimes, but that means your brothers get alone time with me too."
"What?" he asks innocently. "Asmo was offering, right little brother?"
Asmodeus rolls his eyes with all the drama he can muster. "You have to be extra nice to me, or I'll uninvite you."
"I'm always nice to ya!" Mammon argues. "Here, have more noodles." He pushes the serving bowl across the table. "You too, Beelzebub and Satan. I, THE Great Mammon, can't have my little bros goin’ hungry when I'm in charge of dinner."
"What about me?" Levi pipes up with indignance.
"Huh? Whaddaboutchya?"
You clear your throat. "Mammon, be nice to Levi or I'll uninvite you from sexy bath-time with Asmo."
The threat causes the Avatar of Greed to gasp in horror. "Aah, don't do that! Levi, eat up little brother! How are ya gonna stay up gamin’ all night if ya don't eat enough?! See, I care about ya. Here, gimme ya plate, I'll load it up."
Levi pushes his chair out and stands up. "The thought of sexy bath-time with Asmo made me lose my appetite." He turns to you with an awkward smile. “Thanks, though. At least you’re nice to me.”
You beam at him, but Asmodeus makes a sound of dismay.
"Excuse me?! Lost your appetite? I'm delectable, thank you very much!"
"Sorry Levi, but I can attest to Asmo being a hella tasty snack," you giggle, to Levi's dismay.
Asmodeus reels with laughter, causing Satan to glare from over the top of his book with a curt "Shh!"
"A snack, you say?" says Beel, glancing between you and Asmodeus. "Can I come too?"
"Yes!" you and Asmodeus say together.
The third-born shudders. "Abort mission ..." he mutters, quickly leaving the room.
At the head of the table, Lucifer watches and listens with his signature cruel smile. He catches your eye and holds your gaze for a long moment that makes your breath catch in your throat. His crimson irises have a suggestive glow about them, which tells you what's on his mind. Out of the five brothers who've been with you, Lucifer is the only one you don't know where you stand with. While Beelzebub, Satan, Asmodeus and (begrudgingly) Mammon have been openly sharing your affection as well as your body for the past month, Lucifer hasn't made another advance since the night you spent with him and Lord Diavolo. You've made peace with the idea that it was only the heat of the moment and Diavolo's devious tactics that drew you together that night. You can hardly say you're surprised. Lucifer is, after all, a different calibre of demon to his brothers. But every now and then, you share a heated look like this and—
"Hey, treasure, you still awake there?" Mammon waves a hand in front of your face and you blink out of your thoughts.
"Yeah, thanks," you say as he takes your plate.
"I'll help you put away the leftover," Beelzebub says, following Mammon to the kitchen.
Across the other side of the table, Asmodeus comes to his feet and shimmies over to Satan, all but hanging off his arm as he pouts. "Come read me a bedtime story!"
"Unhand me," Satan deadpans, rising to his feet. "But yes, I will."
You stand up as they leave. Asmodeus bids you goodnight and blows a kiss at you. Satan winks as he follows his brother out. When you turn back to Lucifer, he's still staring intently at you. In the background, Mammon and Beel are chattering in the kitchen, but otherwise, you are alone with the eldest.
"Are you available tonight?" he asks coolly.
You tilt your head to one side but nod.
"Good. I have a meeting with Lord Diavolo later and I'd like you to join us." He gives you a pointed look.
You feel your cheeks flush at the unexpected invitation.
"Oh, I ... Yes, I can do that."
Lucifer leans back in his chair at the head of the table. "Good."
"What should I tell them?" You indicate to the kitchen door. Beel and Mammon's voices carry out from the room.
"You can let them know that Lord Diavolo has requested a midterm review meeting. He's very interested to know your thoughts on your first set of exams at the academy." He pauses, thoughtful for a moment. "Since Lord Diavolo tends to talk and talk, they may not wish to wait up for you, as he'll surely keep us there late with his antics."
You chuckle at the fabrication. If Lord Diavolo was anybody else, it would not be plausible, but alas—
"Barbatos will be joining us as well," Lucifer adds. "Will that be okay?"
You blush, but nod. "Yeah, I don't mind."
"Very well. I will inform Lord Diavolo that you've accepted our invitation. Be ready in an hour." Lucifer stands gracefully and steps towards where you're seated on his way to leave. "He's quite fond of the colour red," he says as he passes you. He continues out of the dining room without another word.
You gulp at the lump in your throat and scurry back to your room, excitement and nerves rushing through you all at once. You strip out of Beel's baggy shirt and rummage through your draws for a matching set of undergarments. Most of your lacey underwear is black or pink, but one of your sets has a dark red bra, decorated with bronze straps. You opt for a tight, sleeveless, scarlet top with a gold zip-down front, which you pair with a flowing, black, above-the-knee skirt. Once your outfit is selected, you shower and quickly wash your hair. A touch of red lipstick, a smudge of eyeliner, and a spritz of perfume later, you're dressed. You half blow-dry your hair, leaving it slightly damp. You run your fingers through the strands, tousling your hair to allow airy ringlets to form.
"Are you ready?" Lucifer asks from the bathroom doorway, causing you to jump.
"Yes! D-do I look—?"
"Tantalising, yes. Diavolo will be especially pleased."
He gives you an appraising look, his eyes glowing a lusty deep red. He's dressed in his casual attire, simple but elegant as he leans against the doorframe. He crooks his finger, beckoning you to his side before he leads you out. No one witnesses your departure with Lucifer. As you begin walking towards the Demon Lord's Castle, you send a quick message to Mammon and Beel separately, using the excuse their brother had suggested for your absence. Once the messages are sent, you turn off your D.D.D. and tuck it into the pocket of your skirt. You won't be needing it tonight.
"You're nervous," Lucifer acknowledge as you walk through the Devildom night together.
You take a deep breath before you nod. "I haven't premeditated an encounter like this before."
"You have nothing to fear," he says, regally. "You're already familiar with Diavolo and myself."
"Does Barbatos know that?"
Lucifer nods. "Diavolo told him about the night you spent with us. He knows you'll be joining us tonight."
You wonder what the loyal butler will be like behind closed doors. Barbatos is as good-looking as the rest of the devils down here, but he's also one of the more mysterious. His quiet, watchful demeanour is almost as unnerving as Lucifer's own smirking, sadistic stare.
As if sensing your disquiet, Lucifer catches your eye with another pointed look. "I will not allow any harm to come to you, my love."
Those words again. He called you 'my love' the first night he and Diavolo fucked you senseless, and you still don't know what he means by it. But you know from that night together that, if nothing else, Lucifer does care for your wellbeing.
Barbatos greets you both when you arrive at the Demon Lord's Castle. He performs his usual bow as he opens the door. "Lucifer," he acknowledges before turning to you. "Ah, Lord Diavolo mentioned you'd be joining us tonight."
To your surprise, the trace of a blush tints his pale cheeks.
"You've started without us, Barbatos," Lucifer says, evenly.
That's enough to make the other demon flush properly. He adjusts his rumpled blazer and shirt collar before you have a chance to notice whatever gave it away to Lucifer.
"Indeed, Lord Diavolo has been impatient," Barbatos says with a soft laugh, a white gloved hand over his mouth.
He doesn't meet Lucifer's eyes. You can sense a discomfort between them; a standoffish energy paired with ... something else. Whatever it is, you've never noticed it before, and you assume you're only seeing it now because you're here to join them.
"His lordship is waiting in the east sitting room. Lucifer, I trust you know the way. There are a few more items that require my attention, but they won't take long."
Barbatos excuses himself and heads in the direction of the castle's kitchen without another word. You glance sidelong at Lucifer. A troubled darkness clouds his eyes for a moment.
"Where do you and Barbatos stand with each other?" you ask, carefully. "You mentioned last time that he only joins in for Diavolo."
Lucifer exudes a huff as he begins to lead you through the castle. "He is not so inclined towards me, but he knows it pleases Diavolo to have us both."
"What do you think of Barbatos?" you push, curiosity getting the better of you.
"I enjoy his submissive nature," he allows. "And he knows how to use his body to please others. That aside, we tolerate each other."
"That's a measured response," you muse.
The comment earns you a fierce glare. You bite back on your thoughts.
"I didn't mean to pry," you say, looking away. "I'm just trying to work out what to expect from tonight."
He gives a low chuckle. "Your needs will be well met, no doubt."
"I assume you told Diavolo about what we did after he left that night."
"Somewhat," he admits. "I told him enough to satisfy his curiosity."
You raise an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"
Lucifer levels his eyes at you. You notice his irises have gone dark again, the lusty glow from earlier almost undetectable. "I left out the details I know you'd rather not discuss."
"Oh," you drop your eyes to the floor, a sense of shame washing over you. "I'd forgotten. Thank you, I'd rather not have it brought up. But, you don't think Diavolo or Barbatos will try to...?" You make a grabbing motion at your own neck.
"I cannot say with certainty. Would you like me to ask them not to, before we begin?"
"No," you say quickly. "I mean, thank you, but ... I don't want them to ask about it."
Lucifer nods his understanding. "Very well." He pauses, frowning for a moment before he continues. "However, I should warn you about— Hm, I should have thought to mention it before we left the house."
He catches your arm and pulls you to a stop. You turn to face him.
"Warn me about what?"
Lucifer weighs his words before he speaks. "You're already aware that Diavolo can get carried away with his own strength."
You nod, recalling the first night you spent with them. Diavolo is a well-intentioned bedpartner, you know, but in the heat of the moment, Lucifer had to rein him in more than once to prevent your injury.
"I forewarned him, when he asked me to invite you here tonight, that he must be careful with you. I will ensure that he is, but I don't imagine he will hold back when taking myself or Barbatos," he explains.
A frown creases your brow, but Lucifer chuckles at your concern.
"I do not mean to alarm you, my love. The three of us are demons. Our bodies can handle brutalities that you cannot fathom. I assure you that Diavolo will not cause us harm. I only mention it because I suspect it will strike you as violent compared to anything you're accustomed to. You may find it confronting. But I promise that we are safe with him."
You nod your understanding. "Right."
He doesn't relinquish his hold on your forearm, sensing your apprehension. "With that in mind, I understand if you do not wish to participate tonight. I can take you back to the House of Lamentation."
"No. I want to give this a shot," you say, meeting his gaze.
The fire in your words ignites the lustful glow in his eyes and you watch the sly smirk return to his lips.
"Good," he purrs, releasing your arm.
You turn to continue walking, but without warning, Lucifer pushes you up against the wall. You gasp out in shock as he leans against the wall with his hands on either side of your head, pleased that he caught you off-guard. He moves one hand to your face, his gloved fingers pressing up underneath your chin to tilt your head up. Your heart skips a beat as he draws his face nearer, hot breath dancing against your lips.
"The same rules as last time apply. The door will be sealed, but if you wish to leave, the jinx will allow you to exit. Anything we use to bind you will relinquish its hold if you wish to stop."
You nod your understanding, letting out a shaky breath. The combination of his intimidating proximity paired with his attention to detail when reassuring you is a massive turn-on. But as if to throw you off, the glow of his irises dims and when he blinks, the colour subdues to a reddish-black. His eyes flit to your lips.
"May I?" he asks, tilting his head close to your face.
"Y-yes," you say. You're confused by the request after watching the lust leave his gaze, but you close your eyes as the space between you shrinks.
You meet him in the kiss, feeling his mouth take yours with none of the meekness you feel. He slides his tongue past your lips, pressing it to yours. Your eyes roll back at the taste of him. Lucifer presses his body flush against you, pushing your back firmly to the wall as he deepens the kiss. Although his mouth is busy on yours, you can hear his voice around you. His words are indecipherable, ebbing between guttural thrums and silken whispers that sound like light and singing glass. Your mouth tastes like fire for a moment, almost burning you, before a soft coolness rises in your throat to sooth your mouth.
Your tongue feels heavy when Lucifer pulls away. You're surprised to realise that he's panting.
"What did you do?" you ask, swallowing the weight in your mouth. It disappears in an instant. You wonder if you imagined it.
"An extra precaution," Lucifer explains, his breath steadying. "If at any point you wish to withdraw your consent, all in the room will sense it clearly, regardless of whether you voice it. It will literally push us away from you if you want us to stop whatever we're doing. Do you understand, my love?"
You stare in awe of him, nodding. "You know, you're hot as fuck when you talk like that, right?"
His eyes are glowing scarlet in an instant. You reach a hand up to the back of his head and capture his lips in another kiss. His gloved fingers grasp the back of your head as he tilts you back, biting at your bottom lip.
"Did I detect Celestial magic?"
Lucifer breaks the kiss and you both glance along the hallway to see Lord Diavolo with a playful look across his face. He wears a white button-up shirt, with a red coat pulled over one shoulder, and tight black pants—casually regal. Barbatos stands to one side of his master, his face unreadable as ever but for the glint of curiosity in his eyes. Your face flushes red as Lucifer releases you from the wall.
"I don't believe I've seen you draw on those old powers of yours since your fall," Diavolo continues. There's a hint of wonder in his voice.
Lucifer leads you towards the other demons by the hand.
"You entrusted me with her care at the start of the exchange program, my Lord," he says with nonchalance, but you detect an edge to his voice.
Diavolo nods with a measured smile. "I know that you take pride in your duties. Thank you for doing your utmost as always." He beams, turning to you as you stop in front of him. "I'm so glad you could join us on such short notice. Barbatos has prepared dessert and tea in the sitting room."
You walk beside Lucifer as Diavolo and Barbatos lead the way to the room. Before you enter, Lucifer draws your attention to another door leading off the hallway. The door is ajar, and you can see that it's a guest bedroom.
"If you decide to leave, do not return to the House of Lamentation. I won't have you walking the Devildom at night, unaccompanied. It is not safe for a human. We had Barbatos prepare a room for you, should you not wish to spend the night with us."
He beckons you into the sitting room before you can respond, and the door clicks shut behind you. Diavolo mutters the incantation for the same jinx he used on Lucifer's bedroom previously.
The sitting room is lit by the flames crackling from the fireplace. Barbatos indicates for you to take a seat on one of the oversized plush armchairs clustered around a coffee table. The table is laden with a decorative tray of freshly baked brownies. The rich scent of them fills the room. You settle into an armchair, but Lucifer walks over to the fireplace and leans against the mantle, staring into the flames. Barbatos pours tea into cups for everyone and offers one to you without a word. The tension in the room is palpable, but it's more than just the shared anticipation for the night ahead.
"I trust your midterm exams went well?"
Diavolo's voice draws your attention across the coffee table, where he's settled into his own chair. He leans back and crosses one leg over the other knee as he accepts a plate of brownie from Barbatos. His eyes dip down your body, taking in your carefully picked outfit in the dim light. Heat rises to your cheeks as you realise that he is unashamedly eye-fucking you already. You are very okay with this.
You manage to respond before the silence stretches too far. Barbatos hands you a slice of brownie with a generous dollop of cream and a strawberry on top. The cream is melting against the oven-fresh heat and when you bring a spoonful of the dessert to your lips, you will yourself not to moan. Barbatos's desserts are always top notch.
"Lucifer, stop your brooding and have some sweets," Diavolo instructs.
You note the glare that flashes across Lucifer's face as he turns his back to the fireplace. He stalks over to the armchair next to you. You glance anxiously between the two, who seem to be having a staring competition, before Barbatos steps between them. He offers a plate of brownie to Lucifer. The Avatar of Pride stares at the offering, and for a moment you think he's going to refuse to take it. He reaches up with a gloved hand after a few painful seconds. You release a breath you didn't know you were holding. Barbatos finds his own seat and sips at a cup of tea.
"I have no issue with your use of Celestial magic. It was a part of you when you came to me," Diavolo says between mouthfuls of brownie. There's a tenderness in his words that makes your heart summersault. "Mm, Barb, this is fantastic."
Lucifer leans back in the armchair, appearing unfazed, though the tension is still thick in the air. It's hard to tell by the flickering light of the fireplace, but there might be a faint blush across his cheeks.
"I recently modified this brownie recipe after making them with Luke," Barbatos drawls in his rich, low voice.
Lord Diavolo shifts in his seat as if to dismiss the previous topic. "I'm so glad that he's spending time with you, considering his overall apprehension towards being here."
You glance at Lucifer while the others carry the conversation through small talk. The tension surrounding him lessens slowly as the topic continues away from his actions in the hallway. Your mind is drawn back to the conversation when Lucifer lifts his eyes to meet yours pointedly, and you realise that someone had spoken to you.
"S-sorry?" you stammer, blinking as you glance between Lord Diavolo and Barbatos.
Diavolo chuckles at your dazed expression. "You must be tired after the midterm exams. Lucifer tells me you've been studying hard, despite numerous ... distractions around the House of Lamentation." He wiggles an eyebrow at you.
Your cheeks burn. "There have been many distractions at the house, yourself included."
That earns you a delighted laugh from Diavolo.
"You studied diligently, regardless," Lucifer states, his voice even. "I have no doubt that you'll receive an excellent score on the midterm exams."
Lord Diavolo hums happily, nodding as he crooks a finger beneath his chin. "You have made excellent progress so far at R.A.D. I hope we can encourage you to continue your hard work."
The suggestiveness in his tone is scarcely veiled. He stares hungrily at you from across the coffee table as Barbatos collects the empty plates and teacups and sets them on a trolley near the door. The butler returns to the group with slow, silent steps, edging around the back of your armchair with a finger tracing the material. He draws your attention away from Diavolo's eyes and you follow his movement, glancing over one shoulder and then turning to look over the other. His dark chartreuse eyes meet yours. The curious glint you'd seen earlier has transformed into an almost cunning glean. You sense the ghost of a smile on his mouth.
Barbatos circles the back of Lucifer's chair next, holding your gaze until the scarlet glow of Lucifer's eyes draws your attention. A shiver tingles down your spine. You let out a shaky breath as he tilts his head to one side, watching you. You can't tear your eyes away from his face and he knows it. You swallow dryly.
"I believe that hard work should be rewarded," Diavolo croons. "Don't you agree, Barbatos?"
You hear the low rumble of the butler's agreement.
Lucifer's smirk transforms to a satisfied grin before he speaks. "Then we shall reward her, generously."
He leans forward in the armchair, taking your hand from your lap to guide you to your feet. Lucifer leads you around the coffee table to stand before Diavolo. The prince is reclined in his seat, his eyes wandering up and down your body with unhidden lust. Barbatos stands behind him, leaning over the back of the armchair with his hands on Diavolo's shoulders, his head tilted slightly forward as he looks at you from beneath his lashes. His white gloves press against the white of Diavolo's shirt and the red of his jacket, still drawn over one shoulder. Lucifer steps close behind you, running his own gloved fingertips from your waist to your hips in a slow action. You sense his mouth close to your ear before he speaks.
"Would you like to be rewarded, my love?" The deep whisper reverberates through your bones, shaking in your shoulders and your chest. Lucifer's breath is hot against your ear, against your neck. The slightest brush of his lips sears your skin.
The words catch in your throat when you open your mouth to say yes. The only sound that escapes you is that of your breath as you exhale heavily. Diavolo leans his head against one of Barbatos's arms, lifting his face so that his eyes settle on yours once more. When the Prince rises to his feet, he slides his red jacket off and drapes it over the side of his seat. He towers over you, immediately in your space. The warmth radiating from his skin dances against yours. With Lucifer pressed against your back, there's nowhere for you to go. A low hum rumbles in Diavolo's chest as he cups your face with his fingertips and tilts your head up to look at him.
"These colours look exquisite on you, my love," he coos.
He rolls his thumb over your red lips, pressing purposefully at the edge of your mouth to make you open for him. He doesn't slide his digits in, but he teases your lower lip against your teeth for a painfully long moment.
"It's no wonder Lucifer couldn't resist rewarding you with a kiss on the way here." He pouts through his devilish smile. The gold of his eyes makes you wet. "Can I reward you, too?"
Your tongue darts along your bottom lip with impatience. You still can't get the words past your throat, but you manage a nod. That's enough for Diavolo, he makes a sound of amused approval as he leans his face down. Your eyes drift shut as his mouth opens against yours, tongue sliding into your mouth with slow determination. He hums against your lips. Your arms feel heavy by your side while he kisses you. He seems to draw all the air out of you, making your head light. His mouth tastes like chocolate brownie and sweet cream, but he's savouring the taste of you.
You don't notice the hand he moves to the golden zipper at the dip of your collarbone, until he tugs it down a few inches. He lets go of the zipper to run the back of his index finger along the material that dips between your breasts. His hands settle on your waist, brushing against Lucifer's, as Diavolo pulls his face back from yours to smile.
"Forgive me, my love. I haven't introduced you properly to Barbatos. How rude of me."
He steps aside enough to indicate for Barbatos to come forward. He holds a hand out to the butler as he steps around the armchair. Barbatos takes Diavolo's hand, letting the Prince tug him close to you both.
"Barbatos is my lover, too," he sings softly, pressing his lips to the back of the butler's gloved hand.
A shy blush sweeps Barbatos's features and he casts his eyes away, allowing the green ombre of his fringe to hide his face from you. You see the small smile that tugs the corners his mouth. Diavolo giggles at the reaction.
"Barbatos, don't you have something to give our new playmate?" he prompts.
The butler's small smile blooms into a grin as he faces you again. Diavolo glides a finger along Barbatos's forehead, dragging stray strands of his dark green hair away from his eyes.
"Yes," Barbatos murmurs.
His deep voice drifts through your head, still foggy from Diavolo's lips. The Prince guides Barbatos's hand to your face, where he cups your cheek with his white gloved fingers.
"I'd like to reward you for all your hard work, too."
Your first kiss with Barbatos starts cautiously. You're hyper aware of Diavolo's intent gaze, and the way Lucifer doesn't remove his hands from your hips as he remains in place behind you. The glide of Barbatos's tongue against the seam of your mouth draws your attention to him again, and you part your lips. As he deepens the kiss, Diavolo steps behind him, sliding his hands along the other demon's back, up to his shoulders, then down his sides. Barbatos's breath hitches in his throat—you feel his reactions easily, with his mouth pressed to yours.
A second pair of lips press to your skin. Lucifer leaves a searing kiss against your nape, then your shoulder. You feel his teeth grazing you. The leather of his gloves slides across your stomach and over your lower ribs, his knuckles brushing the underside of your breasts through the fabric of your top.
The kiss is broken when Diavolo starts to nip the skin of Barbatos's neck, causing him to tilt his head back with a shiver.
"Now that you're both acquainted …" he begins, his mouth busying itself against Barbatos's shoulder between words.
Diavolo doesn't finish the sentence, instead reaching past Barbatos to grab the zipper of your top again, sliding it all the way down. The parting material reveals the lacy bra that barely conceals your breasts. With your shirt unzipped, Diavolo takes your right hand and guides it over Barbatos's shoulder before taking two digits into his mouth. He rolls his warm tongue over your fingertips for a moment before releasing them from between his teeth. He leaves them to rest against the crook of Barbatos's neck. Diavolo's hands slide around the front of the other demon's chest to unbutton his blazer. You begin to unbutton his shirt while Diavolo throws the blazer aside and tugs off his tie. Behind you, Lucifer presses against you and you can feel the throb of his cock against your backside. A moan of anticipation escapes you, softly. His hands snake past your bra, taking the fullness of your breasts in both hands as he teases your nipples.
Once you and Diavolo help Barbatos out of his shirt, the pace increases quickly. Barbatos slides the lacey material of your bra down past your nipple and takes it into his mouth while Lucifer continues to tease and pinch the other. Diavolo brings his mouth to your neck, forcing your head back against Lucifer's shoulder as he glides his tongue over your flesh. One of his hands tangles through your hair, but almost as soon as you feel it there, Lucifer drops his hand from your breast to grab Diavolo's wrist. A sound like a purr escapes Diavolo as Lucifer slides his tongue over the Prince's thumb. Diavolo steps around you, taking his demon form as he pulls Lucifer against him with a fierce tug. He practically tears Lucifer's shirt away. As Lucifer unbuttons the Prince's shirt, Diavolo grabs him by the hips, grinding them against each other.
A sharp bite to your nipple brings your attention back to Barbatos. He gives you a teasing look, licks his way up to your collarbone as he pushes the material of your top away and reaches around your frame to unhook your bra. The sight of you, shirtless before him, gives him pause for a moment as his eyes sweep across your skin. The crooked smile tells you what you need to know; he likes what he sees. Emboldened by his attention, you grab the back of his head and draw him to you for another kiss. This time, his mouth moves against yours with apparent lust. He bites at your lip between kisses, tugs at your hair to keep your face at just the right angle. He yanks the white gloves from his hands before he begins fondling your breasts. His skin feels red hot against yours, the pinch of his fingers around each nipple making you ache for more.
A guttural snarl interrupts your kiss. You follow Barbatos's gaze to Diavolo and Lucifer, the latter who has his back to you while his mouth moves against the prince's. Three red marks arc across his back, starting at the base of his right shoulder blade and ending at Diavolo's clawed fingertips, which now rest at his left hip. Aside from the initial snarl, Lucifer is unperturbed.
Barbatos flits his attention back to you with a coy expression. "Our Master is impatient," he says, quietly. "Come, help us relieve him."