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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.

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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.

He wouldn't have to worry about explaining it away if he just told Sam what was going on straight up instead of letting the truth come out at a later and probably messier time.

Lucifer rocks his hips slowly forwards until Dean's swallowed all he's had to give, at which point, he smooths his fingers over Dean's hair again before stepping back to allow Dean to have his mouth to himself again. "Now I'm finished with you for today."

Even if he's going to enjoy seeing Dean obediently kneeling on the floor in restraints. "When I leave in a few minutes, the barriers to entering the room will leave, as will the sound-proofing."

Except it's always messy with the Winchesters. That combined with the fact that Dean has a hard enough time expressing his vulnerability simply means that Sam? Will hopefully not be finding out anytime soon.

Dean waits for it patiently enough, finally exhaling hard as Lucifer slips away from his mouth. Licking his lips, hoping to encourage them back and away from their tingling, Dean lifts his chin to watch Lucifer, mind once more filling with worry. It's all he can do to keep from anxiously staring at the door, instead waiting for whatever might happen next - waiting for Lucifer's final departure. He's fully ready for his break now, to collapse in a heap.

Though, really, the threat of Sam bursting through the door the second the angel leaves is enough to make Dean inwardly panic.

Considering that Dean would be lucky to make it to the bathroom to hide and take a shower before Sam gets in, a legit worry.

Lucifer surveys Dean a moment longer before removing Dean's restraints and getting his own clothes on with a snap of his fingers. "I'll see you in two months, Dean."

And he's out, with the door to the room finally opening. The only way Dean isn't getting seen is if he started scrambling the moment he was freed from the cuffs.

Dean is no way even hoping for a full shower - there's no way. But flinging himself into the bathroom is a distinct possibility if he's fast enough. That doesn't mean he doesn't shoot Lucifer a look of near abject misery for stuffing him into a situation where Sam could easily stumble upon his humiliation. Figures, really.

Watching him dress within the span of a second, Dean is already tinged with adrenaline, waiting for Lucifer to go and make the cuffs to disappear with him. Which just means the second they're actually gone, Dean shoves off the floor like a sprinter, making a mad dash to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.

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