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With the weight of Lucifer removed, Dean finds himself breathing a touch easier, lungs filling desperately to try and return to himself. Not that he exactly wants to, but Lucifer's touch lingers long enough for him to forget for another flickering second, shivering, unable to stop it. But it's the press to his back that leaves him confused, at least until it starts to burn somewhere deep. Dean figures he should've guessed he'd ended up marked by this in a whole different way then simply stained with Lucifer's come. No, the angel has to be able to find him again, and easily. Dean tries to squirm for a second but gives up the fight within seconds, too exhausted to know he'd get anywhere.

And then Lucier steps back and away and Dean slowly remembers how to feel exposed, wishing he could stand upright and keep Lucifer's eyes off him for mere seconds. But there's nothing he can do, nowhere he can move - Lucifer can just take the image with him and leave nothing to waste.

Lucifer waits to release Dean longer than strictly necessary, not above letting Dean worry that he was going to be left as he was for Sam to find. But then, after what has to be an agonizing eternity for Dean, Lucifer snaps his fingers to remove the chains that kept him attached to the desk although leaving the collar and cuffs where they were along with leaving the chain for the cuffs on Dean's wrists intact. "Come here and kneel."

Dean had almost begun to panic. It's not like he could easily see over his shoulder as to whether or not Lucifer was still there, and being left in this position? Not his idea of a good time. Not when he'd have way too much explaining to do in order to get out.

But with a snap of Lucifer's fingers, Dean is almost immediately standing bolt upright, his back aching. There's finally a reprieve, and with it, Dean expects Lucifer's departure, and his so called rest to come with it. And yet he's still wrong, Lucifer demanding more, leaving Dean to linger until he cracks all over again, glancing sideways first to stare a hole in the wall. Slowly walking his way over, Dean places himself carefully in front of Lucifer before dropping down to one knee and waiting.

"It won't hurt you to be on both knees," Lucifer chides as he threads his fingers in Dean's hair while waiting for him to comply. Even so, he's pleased that Dean cooperated. True, it took him a moment to do so, but in the end, he did without any further prompting.

No, it won't. Though, Dean can't help but enjoy the hands in his hair. But in increments, Dean is still trying to hold on to glimpses of his dignity. Even if it's shot away just as quickly as Dean drops his other knee to the ground. There's nothing he can do but comply at this point, entirely unsure of what to expect now that Lucifer seems to be changing tactics away from a so called rest period.

Lucifer runs his hand over Dean's hair in petting motions as he looks down at him. After a moment he adds a chain to the cuffs on Dean's ankles in case he was to get the bright idea to try to get up.

"Let's go over a few things, shall we? You're now mine, which means I expect obedience. You'll get some lee-way, but it will be extremely limited. Don't press your luck. Also, if I tell you to be at a certain place and time, I expect you to be there. Don't make me come find you. Also, about your voice." He pauses to make sure Dean's paying attention. "You're going to be doing without it for at least the next two months."

It's not like he was intending on getting up. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind but it just cements his attention, lifting his chin up slightly to look towards Lucifer. The hands in his hair are only an encouragement, keeping him vaguely centered when the angel begins to speak.

While Lucifer's demands are wholly surprising, they're still enough to make Dean's stomach drop. It's enticing as much as it is terrifying, the threat of having to obey no matter where he is, what he's doing, or what he might consider. And while there's something to be said for being in Lucifer's ultimate possession, he hadn't expected it to go to this extent - this was only ever supposed to be a one time thing. A fantasy. But his eyes go wide at the last fact. Two months? The hell is he supposed to tell Sam?

"There's always telling him at least part of the truth," Lucifer points out mildly as he continues the petting motions. "Considering he's been trying to get in here for the last twenty minutes, he won't believe anything less than the truth."

Just in case Dean's forgotten that he was supposed to be sharing this room with his brother.

The truth? Excuse you, Lucifer, that isn't happening. Not anywhere close to it - Dean would come up with something else, something stupid and nonsensical and it would have to work because there wasn't another option.

But Dean is instantly distracted at Lucifer's next point, gaze shooting over towards the door of the motel room, expression turning mildly horrified. He'd forgotten, blanked Sam out of his mind, and now he needed to move quick. Except he couldn't. He was seemingly grounded, Lucifer's hands smoothing through his hair while absolute panic set in, Dean having no way to get up off the floor without falling on his face.

"Sam will keep. We're not done here yet," Lucifer says in the same mild tone as he stops petting Dean's hair in order to form a firm grip on it to tilt Dean's head to make him look at him. "I want your mouth again before I leave. I recommend you actually do your job this time unless you want to be gagged again and have an additional two months added to your silence."

Is it cruel to make Dean do this with the knowledge that Sam was right on the other side of that door? Probably, but it will help cement Lucifer's dominance in Dean's mind.

Head tipping back, Dean stares carefully up at Lucifer, heart racing. His lips part cautiously, listening to the angel speak and wondering where exactly his supposed break had gone. But fine- if Lucifer really wants it, and Dean is really meant to give it, then what else is there? Flicking his gaze down to stare at Lucifer's cock before tipping his head back again, Dean gives a single nod, swallowing thickly.

As far as Dean was concerned, Sam wouldn't keep in the slightest. He'd find a way in mid-blowjob and Dean would break. Granted, if he'd already been out there for twenty minutes, maybe Dean was in luck. If he could even call it that.

Dean, Dean, Dean. Lucifer said there would be no interruptions and he meant it. The only way Sam was getting in was if he let him in. Granted, it was tempting to let him in while Dean was in the middle of his work to make him entirely aware of what's been going on, it might cause more trouble than he wants to squash tonight.

"Good," Lucifer says, releasing the hold on Dean's hair to lightly run his fingers through it and giving him the freedom of motion he needs. He's willing to give Dean a moment to bring himself to start, but not much more than that.

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.

Edited 2016-03-12 03:35 (UTC)

Lucifer holds still, giving Dean time to figure out what he was doing; willing to be patient now that Dean was cooperating. There's a faint hum of approval as Dean starts to take him into his mouth and Lucifer runs his fingers through Dean's hair again.

Maybe Dean shouldn't be altogether grateful that he isn't being gagged this time, but he can't even manage to deny to himself that it's more enjoyable this way. Having minimal control over the situation, taking part - compliance reaped its own benefit.

Heart still pounding from nerves, Dean's only trying to think straight enough to remember what exactly he likes. Which isn't exactly hard, but the replication of it is. Lathing his tongue rough against the head of his cock before easing off, Dean slowly begins to bob his head, sucking gently each time he pulls back.

Dean will be given plenty of opportunities to learn how to get better in the future, Lucifer's sure.

"There you go," Lucifer murmurs, rocking his hips forwards slightly as he hardens. Not near enough to choke Dean but enough to signal his participation instead of passively letting Dean do everything.

Somehow, Dean's figuring the same exact thing.

The press of Lucifer's hips only helps matters. Though having his cock gently pressed towards him is moderately intimidating, there's little he can do to keep a grip without his hands. It makes it that much easier to keep him where he needs him, humming silently in the back of his throat to pass along the vibrations. Dean still focuses on bobbing his head slowly, his tongue passing smooth along Lucifer's length, stroking with every pass.

Dean can be smart when he feels like being so. Unfortunately, he doesn't always feel like being so. The exchange that got to lead to Dean kneeling right here with his mouth full of cock being a prime example.

Lucifer groans and rocks his hips forward further, into the warm wetness of Dean's mouth. "You're learning fast, I see."

Almost starting to retreat as Lucifer presses his hips forward, Dean silently reminds himself not to push any potential buttons. Not following express orders would render him gagged again and the harsh humiliation if his control being ripped away is the last thing he wants now. Instead, he pushes forward, taking more of Lucifer into his mouth and breathing harder through his nose. All he can do is accept it, giving up and letting himself be gratuitous. Pulling near all the way back with an overly wet noise, Dean takes him down all over again, tongue eagerly slipping against him the entire way.

Lucifer continues to run his fingers through Dean's hair as a sign of approval. He appreciates Dean's willingness to learn and improve, no matter the reason behind it. "I don't expect you to learn everything right now. There's not enough time and it would be too hard on your jaw and throat to do it all at once even if there was."

It's all too easy to hum contently again, chin barely tipping up towards Lucifer's fingers. At the very least, in a peculiar kind of way, he really can't help but find the petting comforting.

Dean can only appreciate the comment, not entirely sure how much he'd be expected to learn otherwise but willing to do what he can with what he has. Back to bobbing his head gently enough, Dean't can't take him down fully and instead keeps his tongue working, growing ever more used to the feel of Lucifer between his lips. Sucking lightly between occasional pulses of his head, Dean quickens his pace, focusing fully on Lucifer's cock.

The petting being a sign that Lucifer wasn't about to do anything terrible to him may be contributing to that, given that Lucifer doesn't think Dean would react well to the implication that Dean's his pet if Dean took a moment to think it through.

Lucifer lets his hips rock forwards gently to avoid giving Dean too much, even as precome starts to leak from the tip in clear sign to Dean that he only had a little while longer.

Except Dean didn't exactly want to think it through, even if he was likely to get there eventually. He'd hardly had time to work through Lucifer's possession of him, but the further inclination of being his pet would only drag him down that much further.

Swallowing hard around the head, Dean squeezes his eyes shut, trying to keep up with his own pace without falling short. Especially now that Lucifer's coming in closer to the end, leaving him no room to falter. It's all he can do to keep going, lips having gone numb from fiction and tongue memorizing the path of Lucifer's cock. Dean merely does what he can, wishing he had his hand to work the rest but trying to fill in the gaps.

It probably wouldn't be much consolation that Dean's now off-limits to the demons, provided they have any sense.

Lucifer's hips rock forwards only a few more times before his hand tightens in Dean's hair slightly as a form of warning and he starts coming again, filling Dean's mouth. He fully expects Dean to swallow it all again.

Certainly not enough of one, no. The last thing Dean wants is to be given special treatment because of all of this; it's just one more thing he'll have to explain away.

At least he's fully aware of what the tightening fingers in his hair mean. He's not clueless enough to miss the suggestion, fingers balling behind his back in anticipation. Dean doesn't even stop to think that he might be allowed to pull back, instead taking the last few thrusts until Lucifer finally comes, spilling over into the back of his throat where he has to swallow hard, taking it all with the barest of silent whimpers.

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