Dean doesn't want it to be that easy. He doesn't want his mind being pried open and explored, his thoughts read - not when they're quite so shameful. His desire for it to continue, to keep going, for Lucifer to come back and do it all over again is wrong, but it's not like anyone else had ever come close to fulfilling the rough abuse he knew he wanted. Deserved. The reminder for him to comply, the shakedown of his guilty conscious.
He didn't expect for the thrusts to continue, to carry on into something more rhythmic once again - he's sore, aching. But somehow still ready for more. Trying to bury his face away between his arms, Dean knows he's only trying to avoid the fact that he still wants it. Needs it, is terrified of what this will be when Lucifer leaves. And yet his hips still rock with it, another groan blocked by his silence.
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Date: 2016-03-11 02:39 am (UTC)From:He didn't expect for the thrusts to continue, to carry on into something more rhythmic once again - he's sore, aching. But somehow still ready for more. Trying to bury his face away between his arms, Dean knows he's only trying to avoid the fact that he still wants it. Needs it, is terrified of what this will be when Lucifer leaves. And yet his hips still rock with it, another groan blocked by his silence.