Slowly tipping his face back down, Dean shoots one more cautiously anxious look towards the door before returning his gaze to Lucifer's cock. He can't help but not want to fuck this up, not entirely sure how he's supposed to be going about it. Flexing out his fingers behind his back, he'd much prefer having use of his hands - it'd make it a touch less degrading - certainly easier - but he's fairly sure that begging for it won't make a difference.

Carrying on nonetheless, Dean pushes in closer. Licking his lips finally before tipping his head, he catches the head of Lucifer's cock between his lips, smoothing his tongue against it.