There are some things in life that Dean's fairly sure are obvious, and that might in fact be one of them. Not that he can literally comment on it, but Dean feels as if his silence still manages to hold some kind of meaning. That it is, in fact, really so bad to get his rocks off on this. That it's Lucifer fucking him, and for once in his life he can actually say that he'd be less ashamed of himself were any other man doing it.
Not that he has much time to think on it either way, especially when Lucifer's nudging his way in closer, pushing his legs apart and invading the rest of his personal space in a way Dean never thought possible. Muscles seizing up at the realization of exactly what's happening, Dean can only manage to stay tight for so long, especially with Lucifer taking his time before burying himself deep. And now there truly is nowhere to go, Dean moving to press his spine up towards Lucifer's chest, curling into it.
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Date: 2016-03-07 03:24 am (UTC)From:Not that he has much time to think on it either way, especially when Lucifer's nudging his way in closer, pushing his legs apart and invading the rest of his personal space in a way Dean never thought possible. Muscles seizing up at the realization of exactly what's happening, Dean can only manage to stay tight for so long, especially with Lucifer taking his time before burying himself deep. And now there truly is nowhere to go, Dean moving to press his spine up towards Lucifer's chest, curling into it.