Despite his own aftershocks, Dean still manages to pay full attention to Lucifer's own orgasm, the sound of skin against skin at the last thrust. There was no escaping it, or the fact that Dean can't shake off the lingering feeling of regret that Lucifer's demands had wrapped themselves to a close.
Still twitching from orgasm, but even more so from Lucifer's insistent strokes, Dean all but bites his tongue to restrain his still silent noises. Little needy breaths puffed with every slow rock of Lucifer's hips, Dean's almost grateful he can't come close to pleading. It had stopped being quite so strange to not be able to speak, his noises pent up somewhere inside of himself. But he still wanted to reply, wanted to say something about what 'more often' really meant. What he was supposed to be expecting from here on out.
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Date: 2016-03-11 02:11 am (UTC)From:Still twitching from orgasm, but even more so from Lucifer's insistent strokes, Dean all but bites his tongue to restrain his still silent noises. Little needy breaths puffed with every slow rock of Lucifer's hips, Dean's almost grateful he can't come close to pleading. It had stopped being quite so strange to not be able to speak, his noises pent up somewhere inside of himself. But he still wanted to reply, wanted to say something about what 'more often' really meant. What he was supposed to be expecting from here on out.