Oh, it isn't as if Dean isn't fully aware that Lucifer's there. It's impossible to forget, giving up on attempts to blank it out with the the constant thrusts pooling heat insistently in the pit of his stomach. But with Lucifer pressing against his back, gently so, there's no escaping the full surround of him. No backing away from his insistent presence.

The words against his ear don't help matters, or maybe they do - Dean isn't entirely sure. But they certainly dig into his mind deeper, trying to tip his head away but knowing the sentiment is entirely true. If he wanted it so damn bad, why couldn't he give it up. It's not like anyone would know but him. And with Lucifer's fingers curled around his cock, all there is to do is enjoy.

Digging his fingers harder into the sheets, Dean's lips part as he starts to breathe harder, hips rolling into Lucifer's fist, only spurned on by every thrust. Really, at this rate, he couldn't help but want more.