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While Dean can think through that logically enough; acting on it is a whole different ballgame.

Getting over the hurdle of starting is going to the roughest, his gaze flicking back down to take in the sights. How is he just supposed to jump in on this? It isn't exactly like he'd had practice with someone other than the Devil which somehow makes the act of opening his mouth significantly harder. And to think, all he wanted to do is talk. Now he can't even crack a grin.

Leaning in closer, Dean dares himself to go for it, to get it over with, to just fucking do it. His lips even part, finding himself breathing significantly harder before he just goes and clams up.

"My patience isn't limitless," Lucifer points out in a mild tone as he watches Dean's mental wrestling match. He's aware this was difficult for Dean, which is why he isn't pushing too hard yet. Still, as he said; he's not going to wait forever.

Clock ticking loudly in his brain, Dean is fully aware of the time constraints laid out before him. It doesn't make it easier to do anything, but at the very least it means he has to come to a conclusion.

With it comes the realization that having control of his hands might've been useful, at least for the means of holding on to Lucifer with. Because now he has to go bobbing for it, one more notch added to his list of humiliations. There's just nothing left for him but to do it, scooting his way in closer until all it really should take is a quick, unjustifiable act. Which Dean... just can't seem to go through with, wrenching himself back fully until he's leaning onto his heels, staring holes in Lucifer's hips.

If Dean felt like cooperating and proving that Lucifer could leave his hands free, he would have have them available to use. But he didn't, so he doesn't. He shall just have to reap what he's sown.

Lucifer's hand tightens in Dean's hair warningly. "Dean. You don't have all night."

Edited (Too many hands all up in this comment.) 2016-03-09 01:40 (UTC)

Snapping his gaze back up at the words, Dean stares for a good few long seconds, trying his hardest to keep his mind blank. Anything he can think to say is for sure only going to be the wrong thing and so he at least tries for as long as he can manage, still sorting through his feelings on the matter before he finally just up and decides he might as well see what he's up against.

Because why do what he might not really have to.

Shooting a definitive 'Make me,' in Lucifer's direction, Dean simply lifts his eyebrows and waits expectantly.

Oh Dean. That was the wrong thing to say. Lucifer snaps the threatened gag into existence, squatting down to shift his grip on Dean's hair to his jaw to force his mouth open for the gag. Once it's in, it's quickly fastened in place to keep Dean's mouth open for as long as Lucifer wants it to be. "Just remember, you asked for this. All of it."

Then he's standing again and gripping Dean's hair again, dragging his head forwards as he guides his cock into Dean's mouth with his other hand. He thrusts into Dean's mouth as soon as he's in. If Dean wasn't going to fulfill his side of things, Lucifer will just have to take what he wants by fucking his mouth.

Dean knows for a fact that it was, to a certain extent, the wrong thing to say. But at the end of the day, now he can forgive himself at least some of these sins. He can stand by the fact that he didn't choose to do it for the fun of it. That Lucifer chose for him, no matter what truths the archangel says.

Attempting to jerk his head away from the gag, there's only so far he can go without toppling over, eyes going wide with the realization that he's squarely shit out of luck. At least it all happens fast enough that Dean doesn't even have time to think through it, Dean's mouth jacked open in an instant, leaving him to bite down on the metal all too aggressively.

Just as quickly, Lucifer's cock is taking up the warmth of his mouth while Dean crams his eyes shut, fingers twisted tight in his hair. Because maybe if he doesn't watch the whole thing happening, he won't have to realize the reality of it. That doesn't mean he can exactly help himself from responding now that it's there, his tongue working against Lucifer's length, swallowing thickly. There isn't much else he can do, grumbling silently in the back of his throat.

Lucifer rolls his hips forwards at a rapid pace, no longer caring how Dean feels about what they or doing or even Dean's comfort. If Dean had simply cooperated, he could have done this at more of a pace he would be happy with. Instead, Lucifer is choosing for him and if he goes in deeper than Dean would like, well, Dean has only himself to blame.

There's really something to be said for Lucifer not taking it easy on him. In a twisted way, at least he won't have Lucifer's kindness to add to his disgust, as if the archangel's attempts to be gentle would only make Dean that much more guilt ridden. But for now, it's all Dean can do to ride it out, swallowing in furious tandem with Lucifer's thrusts. The last thing he needs is to prove he can't take it by, well- not taking it, wrists twisting behind him every time Lucifer goes precariously deep. And yet he's still trying to think of something to provide, because now that he's in the position, he has to do something to take the edge off.

Dean gave up his chance to have any control over the situation. Lucifer might give him another chance later. After this round was done.

Lucifer keeps his hips rolling forwards, driving himself in deeper and forcing Dean to take his full length. He's aware that depending on Dean's gag reflex, it will feel good for himself; albeit, not so much for Dean.

There was no way that it felt good, nothing about it that even came close to being pleasant. Dean might've been altogether thankful that he managed to keep from gagging around Lucifer's cock, but there was no enjoyment apart from that. If anything, he found himself all too hot in the wrong kind of way. Ashamed of himself, violently so, forced to withstand every thrust until he wasn't sure he could take anymore. And yet it kept coming, every pulse of hips crushed against his nose, Lucifer's noises making him ache. There was no escaping it, this thing that he'd done, nothing but the reminder that he'd asked for every second.

It's about to get worse. Lucifer's hips roll forwards a final time before he comes, pulling back just enough to fill Dean's mouth to make him taste it before swallowing.

It does, in fact, get worse. Not that it isn't to be expected, but there's no warning (which isn't really expected, either.) It's powerfully sudden, Dean left with the sudden musky taste of Lucifer's come on the back of his tongue. There's nothing to do but swallow, doing it hard and fast around the head of Lucifer's cock, getting the whole thing over with as quickly as he can manage. Squeezing his eyes shut through the brunt of it is all Dean can do to manage, trying to blank out the image before him.

"Before you start feeling sorry for yourself, you were given chances to make things easier for yourself," Lucifer points out mildly as he withdraws from Dean's mouth and steps back to look down at Dean critically.

"So. Do you finally feel like behaving?" If yes, Lucifer will consider freeing Dean's hands. If not, he's going to need to redo things slightly for the hands and knees portion of things.

If there's one thing that Dean's craving, it's a particularly pleasant jaw popping, getting hideously tired of the gag more than anything else. He's had his had cuffs behind his back more times than he can count, but the damn gag takes the cake. Which is undoubtedly why his gaze finally jumps back up to meet Lucifer's a few moments after he's able.

After all that, he's willing to behave. To the best of his ability, which isn't saying terribly much, but there's only so much he can give - something he's proven time and time again. I'll be good: a thought he pushes rather forcefully, shifting apprehensively already.

"Be sure you do," Lucifer says warningly, removing the gag and the chain of the cuffs with a snap of his fingers. The cuffs themselves are staying; they're perfectly smooth aside from the loops where the chain is connected. Aside from that, they'll probably remind Dean of nothing so much as Wonder Woman's bracers.

Well thank god for that. Or angels. Or something- Dean doesn't care. Staring off at nothing in particular as he works his jaw back into some semblance of order, he gives his hands a shake off, letting the blood flow back in to his shoulders. He couldn't care less that the cuffs are still there, it's just nice to have full use of his hands again, bracing his palms on his thighs before he slowly looks back to Lucifer, figuring the next set of directions won't be terribly far behind.

At the very least he looks utterly resolute, trying to be still with the slightest hope that he might earn his voice back in due time.

"You're going back to the bed and getting on your hands and knees." As expected, Lucifer gives Dean his next set of orders. Which he should have expected really since he had been told he was going to be doing exactly what Lucifer just told him.

And so, Dean for the first time, did as he was told. Though it did take him an additional second to think through it all, a moment later he was standing himself up, glancing over his shoulder towards the bed. He didn't give himself the option to decide if he could take it, he simply clenched his jaw and turned, easily moving up onto the bed and situating himself so he was settled on hands and knees, head hanging. The position itself made his heart race, but Dean just attempted not to think - not exactly easy when it was all he could do.

Color Lucifer mildly surprised that Dean actually did as he was told instead of being difficult. Apparently, if he wants results, he needs to make it clear that he's get them one way or another.

Lucifer follows Dean over to the bed after giving him a head start, running a hand down Dean's back along his spine after Dean's positioned himself. "It looks like there's hope for you yet."

Assuming Dean doesn't decide to immediately ruin it for himself. Lucifer takes a step or two further down to take in the sight of Dean presenting himself for him, Lucifer's come from the first round on his thighs. He doesn't look long though, getting on the bed and testing Dean with a couple of his fingers to see if he needed preparing again.

Unable to contain it, Dean shivers at the touch, frustrated and overly sensitive from the vulnerability of the situation. He's fully aware that there's nothing he can do any longer, and that the only way through this is to comply. Is to behave. He might end up that much more guilt ridden from it, but at least there'd be something to it. A fact he found even more foul, but couldn't exactly change his desire for.

The worst part of all, the thing he was resisting on top of everything else, was the fact that he'd wanted it from the very beginning.

Exhaling a grunt at the insertion of Lucifer's fingers, Dean tightens up only minutely, already finding himself trembling from it. It's obscene but he can't help it, breathing harder from his nerves than he'd like to.

"One of these days, you're going to need to tell me everything you like to have done to do. Whether you'd ordinarily tell someone or not," Lucifer purrs, redoing some of the work of stretching him out. Of course, in that event, he would also need to suss out the things Dean hasn't consciously let himself want. Considering he decided to sleep with the Devil, of all people, there was sure to be a need for anything Lucifer felt like doing to him.

After a prod or two to Dean's prostate during his work, Lucifer finishes, cleaning off his fingers with a flick of them. Then he's slicked up and pushing his way in slowly to let Dean feel himself be filled once again. After only the briefest of pauses, Lucifer rolls his hips forwards in the first thrust.

Dean's fairly sure that was something he had no intention of revealing in the near future. Though really, this took the cake when it came to things he wanted but couldn't rightly express. Because it's about as wrong as it got, about as twisted up and vile. Dean couldn't even imagine this happening again in a way that would imply Dean spilling even more information, giving up things he hadn't ever been willing to tell anyone else. But the way Lucifer said it- needed to tell him, implied that there would be an opportunity for this to happen again. A chance to say it all, even if he wasn't sure he could.

Bowing his head as Lucifer nudged up against the spot inside of him, Dean grit his teeth, eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure that burrowed deeper. It was getting infinitely harder to resist it all, and Dean could do nothing by the time Lucifer lined himself up and thrust inside. Could do nothing but sink into it, arms already shaking while he still tried to hold himself steady.

Lucifer rolls his hips forwards in a middling pace, unerringly hitting the best spot for Dean with each thrust as he leans forwards to lay lightly on Dean's back. Not enough to force him to support both their weight, but enough to make Dean extremely aware he was there.

"Let the way this feels move through you and let go," Lucifer murmurs in Dean's ear as one hand goes under Dean to wrap around Dean's cock to start slow strokes. "You know you want this; allow yourself to enjoy it."

Convincing Dean to give in now will make prying the information he wants out of him easier later, since by then there will be a certain element of why not tell him what he wanted to know.

Oh, it isn't as if Dean isn't fully aware that Lucifer's there. It's impossible to forget, giving up on attempts to blank it out with the the constant thrusts pooling heat insistently in the pit of his stomach. But with Lucifer pressing against his back, gently so, there's no escaping the full surround of him. No backing away from his insistent presence.

The words against his ear don't help matters, or maybe they do - Dean isn't entirely sure. But they certainly dig into his mind deeper, trying to tip his head away but knowing the sentiment is entirely true. If he wanted it so damn bad, why couldn't he give it up. It's not like anyone would know but him. And with Lucifer's fingers curled around his cock, all there is to do is enjoy.

Digging his fingers harder into the sheets, Dean's lips part as he starts to breathe harder, hips rolling into Lucifer's fist, only spurned on by every thrust. Really, at this rate, he couldn't help but want more.

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