Lucifer keeps the pace slow, content to let Dean's need for a faster and harder pace grow. He could do this all night, even if Dean can't. Time to keep Dean from being able to think about anything that wasn't what Lucifer wanted him to.
Lucifer examines the thoughts bubbling up from where Dean's trying to hide them, looking for ideas. And finds one. He plants an image of Dean at the desk with hands cuffed behind himself, new cuffs on his ankles in order to force him to keep his legs spread, and a collar and chain keeping him bent over for Lucifer to do as he pleased with him into Dean's head. "You want this, or something like it, don't you?"
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Date: 2016-03-11 02:50 am (UTC)From:Lucifer examines the thoughts bubbling up from where Dean's trying to hide them, looking for ideas. And finds one. He plants an image of Dean at the desk with hands cuffed behind himself, new cuffs on his ankles in order to force him to keep his legs spread, and a collar and chain keeping him bent over for Lucifer to do as he pleased with him into Dean's head. "You want this, or something like it, don't you?"