As uncomfortable as it could've been, having Lucifer's fingers curled into his hair wasn't actually the worst thing in the world. It was distressing enough to be held in place that Dean's breath quickened - mind racing to decide what to do next - but mostly because he had put himself here. The theory of this was was infinitely worse than the practice, which was exactly the problem.
Dean just didn't know how or where he was supposed to start. And he wasn't about to dive in just for fun, lips parting as he flicked his gaze back up to Lucifer, a touch lost.
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Date: 2016-03-08 04:10 am (UTC)From:Dean just didn't know how or where he was supposed to start. And he wasn't about to dive in just for fun, lips parting as he flicked his gaze back up to Lucifer, a touch lost.