4th wall thread with notdaddy

[datingsimp]

[Continuation of this thread!

Tristan loves cuddling Luciel like this. He’s sure he’s felt love before- and it’s exciting and fun every time, but now he’s learning so many different aspects of love thanks to Luciel! He’s never felt so warm as when he pats his head and lets him hug him. It almost makes him want to drift off like this too.

But he doesn’t need sleep, not in the way humans do. His time would be better spent taking care of Luciel. He’s so put together and always knows what to do…how could Tristan not realized he wanted to be dommed?! This was supposed to be his specialty!

Burying his face into Luciel’s shoulder apologetically, he waits until Luciel has drifted into a deep slumber before entering his dreams. As an incubus, his whole body can travel between the dream realm and human realm, which means he disappears from the bed and floats into the dream so he doesn’t stumble. The first thing he does is take in Luciel’s dreamscape. It’s an important way to learn about him!]

Daddy?

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[datingsimp]

But I want to make food for everyone there.

[A rush of excited feelings swells in Tristan's chest and he makes a loud, pleased noise in the kiss with the nipping that briefly stings his lip. He tastes Luciel's mouth, and as he does their surroundings soften. Lights float and the dreamscape starts to have more bedroom furniture.]

[notdaddy]

[ Luciel has no idea what Tristan means by that, but it's fine. He'll focus on the one thing that does make sense (kissing), and disregard the reorganization of their surroundings. It's a dream so none of that will make much sense anyway.

As soon as a bed takes shape he'll pull Tristan back with him, sitting down and drawing the demon into his lap so that he doesn't jump luciel the first chance he gets ]

[datingsimp]

[Yes. Kissing does make sense! As do the floating eggplants and heads of lettuce that randomly start appearing.

He smiles into the kiss and figures that means Luciel wants him to straddle his amazing thighs. So he does that, admiring how muscular they are, his hands grasping Luciel's collar.]

[notdaddy]

[ floating vegetables TRISTAN PLS???

Luciel is just. going to ignore all of that and settle his hands on Tristan's hips. Strong, callused palms slip under his shirt and up his torso to settle on his rib cage. The dip of his tailbone. He uses that grip to drag their hips together slowly as he devours the demon's mouth. ]

[datingsimp]

[Luciel’s hands are rougher than what he’s used to. He likes how strong they feel when they pull him in. It makes him feel reassured. He adheres to Luciel’s motions, a thrilling sensation coiling in the pit of his stomach.

He understands now. Daddy is a dom. His hips brush against the older god’s, wanting for more. His hands pull at the collar, begging him to take off his shirt. The feeling of being wanted to the point of kissing him with such intensity is practically a drug for an incubus and he deepens the kiss.]

[notdaddy]

[ Darn right daddy's a dom; he is a very kind and considerate one too, rocking his hips back up against the demon's in a slow roll to guide him. Thrusting one's hips with reckless (excited) abandon is all well and good, but he wants to show Tristan how to enjoy this.

That eager wiggle is all the prompting he needs to guide the other's shirt up and off of him...all without breaking the kiss, because dream logic! He drags Tristan into a heavier liplock, devouring his mouth as his hands come up, gliding over the demon's chest until his thumbs can roll over the two rosy nubs on his chest. ]

[datingsimp]

[A shameless moan in the kiss as if Luciel made him orgasm already is his response to Daddy’s kind and considerate domming. It’s different than the intense, short-lived sense of urgency he's used to, but he likes this slowly building arousal and the yearning for more as Luciel's hips brush against his. He is enjoying it. He’s enjoying it a lot!!! He had no idea slowing down would arouse him so fast.

And he’s learning to master dream logic! Tristan is so proud that if he weren’t in the middle of the best kiss ever he’d probably float in joy. He makes a surprised, but pleased sound when Luciel’s strong, wonderful calloused hands find his chest. His own smooth palms grasp the fabric of Luciel’s shirt and he pulls it off with impatience, the article of clothing melting in the air and disappearing entirely. Now his hands can roam up Luciel’s hips and torso with nothing in the way.]