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[kickingand]

Except Dean was starting to get exceptionally tired of his own silence. It was making him want to shout that much louder, his voice stopped up somewhere in the back of his throat, threatening to fill his heads with words he couldn't say out loud. Lucifer was still thrusting and Dean was starting to lose his grip, hips crammed harder against the desk as he tried to rut himself to orgasm.

But there was nothing there except the space in front of him, nothing but the absence of any possible friction he could get. Dean desperately didn't want to beg yet but he was falling ever closer, Lucifer beginning to take his ultimate toll.

[favorite_son]

Dean better get used to the idea of not being able to say anything out loud. That's going to be the case for quite awhile.

Dean being unable to do anything directly to satisfy himself was admittedly part of the allure of bending him over the desk. There's also where it was an effective means of showing dominance due to the way it permits him to restrain Dean for his own use and put him on display at the same time. Two birds with one stone.

Lucifer's hips snap forwards harder, pushing Dean to his limit in an attempt to give him that final push towards begging. The prospect of Dean doing so was exquisite. "Beg for me. You know you want to."

[kickingand]

Please.

There it is. And once Dean lets it go, a whole slew of begging follows. It's not as if Dean gets many opportunities to ask for help with any kind of permissible reason. It's always too much, too painful, and Dean's always too damn stubborn to give himself over to vulnerability. And yet he can't help himself this time, Dean crashing into desperation, muscles clenching painfully tight as he tries to coax himself into spilling over.

He knows Lucifer wants to hear it as badly as he wants to say it, doing everything he can to provide the kind of pleading no one ever expects from him. But it's all he can manage to think through now, needing to come badly enough that it hurts.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer listens to Dean beg for a minute, savoring the experience. It's not often someone manages to get this sort of reaction out of him. Best to enjoy it while it's happening. Eventually though, he does take pity.

"Since you asked so nicely," he says, snapping his fingers and freeing Dean of the cockring. "Come."

[kickingand]

It doesn't happen instantaneously - it takes a few slams of his hips back towards Lucifer's for Dean to really spurn himself on. Until it's all over. His orgsm hits him agonizingly hard, coming with all that he has left across the top of the table. If he'd been able to make noise, it would've been a desperate groan, aching. But it's left rattling around inside his head, his hips still jerking with the aftershocks of climax, even as the rest of him goes limp.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer's hips snap forwards a few more times before he comes in Dean yet again. Then he slows to a stop and gives Dean time to piece his brain back together as he evaluates how exhausted he was.

[kickingand]

Except Dean doesn't exactly want to piece his brain back together. He's not sure there's anything but guilt to be found there, and he's not entirely sure he can take it in Lucier's presence.

Head still dropped down, hovering just barely above the desk, Dean tries to wrench it up once more, chains clinking as he attempts to siphon blood back to his brain. All it does is make him feel like he's spinning, still breathing hard, trying to move his feet back together as close as they can go. All that's left is the dwindling desire of the moment, the fact that he can't help but face how badly he wanted this. But that doesn't mean he has to like feeling vulnerable now that it's quiet.

[favorite_son]

"I think you may need a rest," Lucifer says quietly in order to make Dean need to focus his attention on him. "Real rest, not time spent on your knees again."

Not that it isn't tempting to see if Dean would behave better during the second go-round with the memory of the first time still fresh in his mind.

[kickingand]

Dean almost jerks up all over again, caught off guard by his own sudden need to turn and look Lucifer in the eye. A rest? He's not entirely sure what that truly means - if Lucifer's going to let him sleep, if he's going to knock him out while he looms over him the way Cas does, or if he's about to leave and return months from now, like he said earlier. Dean can't read the answer to it in Lucifer's tone, not trying to wish for any particular outcome with the hopes that he'll earn it.

But he can fully agree with the fact that he'd like a break. Even if he's not entirely sure that he's capable of sleep.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer straightens so he's not partly laying on Dean, lightly running his fingers along Dean's spine to make him shiver before pressing his thumb on the back of Dean's shoulder-blade. It doesn't feel anything but cool at first before it gradually becomes uncomfortably warm as Lucifer pours in some of his Grace to leave his mark on Dean for the dual purposes of claiming him as his and to counter the writing Castiel left on Dean's ribs enough to be able to find him. He wants Dean to have than permanent reminder of what he's agreed to.

Then he moves back enough to pull out of Dean, getting cleaned off in an instant and taking a moment to enjoy the view and commit it to memory to last him the next few months.

[kickingand]

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.

[favorite_son]

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."

[kickingand]

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.

[favorite_son]

"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.

[kickingand]

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.

[favorite_son]

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."

[kickingand]

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?

[favorite_son]

"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.

[kickingand]

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.

[favorite_son]

"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.

[kickingand]

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.

[favorite_son]

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.

[kickingand]

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.

[favorite_son]

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.

[kickingand]

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.