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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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