A Musebox

Standing there is excrutiating, Dean almost starting to squirm by the time Lucifer finally comes around. There's only so much waiting he can take, so much time spent crammed up anticipatorily inside his head. And then finally Lucifer slots back home inside of him, leaving Dean to nearly cry out if he'd been capable. Instead he just exhales a sharp breath, tensing all over, trying to bow down further and slam his hips back against Lucifer's. He can't help but try to take part, try to force himself into it just as hard - anything but just stand there and take it all.