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[kickingand]

Just because he doesn't want to do it doesn't mean he shouldn't. It seems a far less perverse idea to try and make a break for it instead of lying still and taking it like he actually wants. It's twisting him up inside to know that he's chosen this fucked up path and now all he has to show for it is an erection and a loss for words. Amongst other things.

Gritting his teeth, Dean's fingers curl harder into the sheets at his sides, the insistent pleasure enough to make him shudder. There's no way to splinter from it while he's too busy quivering, his body hardly working well enough to process the feeling let alone come up with an escape act. At least he could placate himself by claiming he was staying put because trying to get onto his feet would only result in idiocy.

[favorite_son]

"Is it really so bad to allow yourself to enjoy this?" Lucifer inquires as he finally removes his fingers from Dean, cleaning them off in an instant.

Dean doesn't have his reprieve for long, legs pushed further apart to make room for Lucifer as he lines himself up and slowly pushes his way in, making sure Dean can feel every inch. He remains still for a moment to give Dean time to adjust somewhat before rolling his hips forwards in the first thrust, unerringly hitting the best spot for Dean.

[kickingand]

There are some things in life that Dean's fairly sure are obvious, and that might in fact be one of them. Not that he can literally comment on it, but Dean feels as if his silence still manages to hold some kind of meaning. That it is, in fact, really so bad to get his rocks off on this. That it's Lucifer fucking him, and for once in his life he can actually say that he'd be less ashamed of himself were any other man doing it.

Not that he has much time to think on it either way, especially when Lucifer's nudging his way in closer, pushing his legs apart and invading the rest of his personal space in a way Dean never thought possible. Muscles seizing up at the realization of exactly what's happening, Dean can only manage to stay tight for so long, especially with Lucifer taking his time before burying himself deep. And now there truly is nowhere to go, Dean moving to press his spine up towards Lucifer's chest, curling into it.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer starts at a slow pace in consideration of Dean being considerably more fragile before slowly increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. He can't listen to Dean's vocal reactions considering that Dean's been silenced again but he could listen in on the inside of Dean's head.

He wants to make Dean enjoy this despite Dean's attempted sabotage. Give him something to think of whenever he's in bed trying to sleep. Or, better yet, when he needs material to get himself in the mood.

[kickingand]

Anything and everything bouncing around in Dean's brain is broadcasting loud and clear -- Please.

It's impossible for it not to what with the fact that he can't truly vocalize it. Which just means that it's stuffed up inside his brain loudly, rattling around while Lucifer starts burying himself that much more quickly, leaving nothing about this to the imagination. There's isn't anything left for Dean to do but take it and try to pretend there's he didn't enjoy it from the start, like he won't be left with the constant reminder that he got what he wanted. He'd still take it harder, faster, anything at all, even if he won't outright say it.

But sure, he'll think it, even going so far as to egg Lucifer on by butting up against him. Might as well find a new way to bring the fight, shoving at the sheets to bring his hips to where Lucifer can meet them. Bring it on.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer's hips snap forwards as hard and fast as is safe for Dean, driving himself in deep every time. He wants to push Dean to the edge and then over it; make him reach the obvious end result with the knowledge that Lucifer was the one to bring him such pleasure.

Lucifer monitors Dean's reactions and when Dean seems close, gives him an order with the force of what he was behind it. "Come for me."

[kickingand]

If Dean had the opportunity, he would've shouted something about waiting, hold on one just one damn second- anything at all to put it off that much longer. Even if the thrill of finishing business is inclement, the idea of actually finishing is terrifying. There's something just too vulnerable about it, just too much.

At the very least, he can be thankful he's still crushed up against the mattress, giving him an easy hiding method. Because there isn't much option under the weight of the demand. The allure of it. There's too much impetus and besides, Lucifer's thrusts are unavoidable. It only takes another moment, maybe two before Dean is coming, hips rutting against the mattress until he's sticky with it, body shaking from release.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer could feel Dean's release, both in the shaking of Dean's body and the euphoria left in his mind and grins. "Good boy."

He continues to thrust, not giving Dean a chance to come down as he seeks his own orgasm, snapping his hips forwards and burying himself deep as he fills Dean. He keeps thrusting into him through his orgasm, choosing to slow to a halt instead. He supposed he should give Dean a moment to recover enough to be capable of another round, healing him slightly if he has to.

Although just because he's giving Dean a rest from sex, it doesn't mean he's going anywhere. He lays on top of Dean, using his weight to remind him he was there and very much the one in charge of this little interaction and still buried in him.

[kickingand]

And here Dean somehow assumed that maybe Lucifer wouldn't care enough to finish, that it wouldn't somehow be his endgame. But he just as easily carries on to the end, thrusting away until Dean's almost wincing with it, forehead pressed down to the mattress as he grits his teeth.

Once the whole thing's over, Dean fully expects the weight to be lifted. Maybe Lucifer would pat him on the head and wish him well before disappearing into the sunset. But instead he goes and lingers, laying across his back like a weight. It's not enough, apparently, to finish inside him but he makes matters worse by staying, leaving Dean to start squirming as panic sets in his hazy mind.

The threat, the appeal of doing it again is suddenly all too present and Dean's not sure he knows what to do. The best he's got is a pitiful heave of breath while he tries to maneuver his way out from underneath Lucifer, as if he could even manage it when he wasn't melty from orgasm.

[favorite_son]

Considering he has the full weight of an archangel on top of him, Dean would be lucky to get a centimeter away.

"Now, now. Who says I'm done with you?" Lucifer murmurs, rocking his hips forwards once to make his point. The sooner he leaves, the sooner Dean can start trying to convince himself he didn't actually like what was done to him. So he fully intends to stay and use Dean as much as he saw fit, most likely until Dean couldn't take any more.

[kickingand]

Dean is fully aware he's going nowhere fast with Lucifer splayed out on top of him, but he can't help but try. It's part of his everlasting charm.

The fact that there's no escaping is only exacerbated by Lucifer's almost gentle thrust, leaving Dean to exhale a sharp gust of air. He's still all too sensitive from orgasm, shivering from sensation alone, swearing in the back of his mind. Trying to focus solely on his annoyance from not being able to speak, Dean can at least try to pretend he isn't waiting on round two to get started, instead attempting to think loudly on just how desperate Lucifer must be for this while he stills. Because if Lucifer wants to tap into something, might as well be blatant self-deprecation instead of anything else.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer chooses to ignore what's going through Dean's head, which is a lot easier to do than when Dean isn't letting his brain to mouth filter work.

"I'm going to give you a choice here. It's not either/or, both will be happening. The choice is in which will happen first. Understand?" Lucifer only waits a beat to let what he's said so far to sink in before continuing. "The choice is you on your hands and knees or just knees first."

[kickingand]

As much as Dean's mind fought against it, he was fully aware of the fact that 'neither' was not an option here. Because while it might've been easy to think that way, it would've been a hell of a lot harder to manage it.

Another moment of furious thinking left Dean actually trying to figure out which option he could stand first; not that it mattered much when apparently both were on the table. At least going on his knees would mean recovery from having his ass in the air, but that hardly meant anything when he knew where his face was going to be stuffed. But he could pretend that it came with a reprieve, tell himself that he could stand it because he didn't really want it. All of it cycled frantically through his mind until it left it there, letting Lucifer decipher his thoughts while he tried to keep his breathing some semblance of steady.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer waits patiently for the hamster to stop running on its wheel, aware that Dean needed a moment to panic before actually weighing the options.

"So, knees it is," he says when Dean's done with his mental flailing. He sees that little trip down the Nile Dean's taking. He'll get to that later. Maybe. "Am I going to need to tie your hands behind you to make you behave or can I leave them free?"

[kickingand]

Dean is really getting abysmally tired of this mental chatter thing, no matter how dependent he has to be on it for the time being. Mostly because it makes it infinitely more difficult to lie through his teeth - he would've claimed that behaving was first on his to do list when his mind is already weaving tales of what exactly he'd do with his hands given the prime opportunity.

He's not even fully sure he'd be capable of helping himself, in the wrong kind of way. He just can't even begin to manage that level of self control, already trying to contain the possibility by pressing his palms against the sheets. Squirming wasn't much of a possibility but he could still attempt it, not really wanting to lose even more faculties.

[favorite_son]

"I see. It's best not to trust that you're capable of controlling yourself," Lucifer says, getting off Dean to take firm hold of his wrists to pull his hands behind him, cuffing them in short order.

Rather than standard handcuffs, these were smooth bands of steel about three inches in width with a six inch chain. Easier on Dean's wrists and shoulders than regular handcuffs by far, even if completely inescapable from without outside help.

Then he's off Dean the rest of the way, getting himself cleaned off with a thought. Time to see if Dean decides to attempt a tantrum over the restraints or if he'll move to his knees on the floor without prompting. Lucifer's betting on some version of the former.

[kickingand]

At least Dean expects it this time around, and while Dean can't stop from giving a stern wriggle of his shoulders, the last thing he needs during this particular experience is to dislocate them in the process. It sure as hell wouldn't stop Lucifer and it'd be a foul price to pray while sucking cock.

He can, at the very least, appreciate the fact that Lucifer hasn't used legitimate handcuffs - the kind that dug painfully deep. The amount of wringing he's already doing without truly intending on it is half on account of Lucifer finally getting up off him, accompanied by Dean's attempt to right himself. Trying to keep his balance, Dean jams a shoulder against the mattress, pulling his knees up and rucking the sheets beneath him. It's precarious, but in no way is he rolling around - he's holding on to at least a modicum of his pride by attempting it himself, heaving himself up until he's situated on his haunches.

[favorite_son]

Well. Dean actually skipped trying to have a fit. Apparently, the man feels like providing a surprise.

Lucifer waits for Dean to maneuver himself without comment. No need to say something and make Dean change his mind about not going into a snit. He will, however, say something if Dean decides to stop there instead of moving to the floor.

[kickingand]

The fact that Lucifer stays silent throughout the whole thing, watching without comment, is enough to put Dean's teeth on edge. There's too much silence and not being able to throw his voice into the ring as a provided distraction is almost painful. It makes it that much harder to assess the situation, try to decide how he's supposed to get down onto the floor from where he's situated. Which really just means he's not overly inclined to do it without a hint of coercion.

Finally staring straight back at Lucifer, settling back pointedly, Dean finds it harder to move the longer he waits. He's fully aware of who's going to win this staring match, but it doesn't mean he's not willing to play.

[favorite_son]

"Did you forget how to move?" Lucifer says pointedly after a moment when it becomes clear that Dean wasn't going anywhere. If he has to move Dean himself, he will, although Dean isn't likely to like how he goes about it.

[kickingand]

Dean is fully aware that it's now or never, that if he wants to take control of this moment, he might as well do it now before the opportunity is handed over. He still makes as if to grumble in the back of his throat, despite the inability to make sounds, bowing his head down against the frustration. It's a few more seconds before he finally makes do and gets moving. Popping back up onto his knees, Dean scoots his way down onto the edge of the bed, easing his legs down until he can properly stand up onto his feet.

Standing before Lucifer, the temptation to do something - anything at all - is distressingly loud, counting down the seconds while he decides if it's worth it to take advantage.

[favorite_son]

"You may want to think very carefully if it's worth making me angry," Lucifer warns. If Dean was considering doing something stupid like kick him, he would not be amused. At all. Never mind that the one Dean would be hurting would be himself.

[kickingand]

Seeing as they stand practically eye to eye, the idea of kicking Lucifer in the shins is the last thing on Dean's mind. Really, there's a multitude of other things racing through his head, not wholly defined by their nudity but definitely helped by it. Knees could be aimed, heads could be cracked - oh, the possibilities. And somehow it might be worth it to soothe Dean's fraying ego.

Instead, Dean manages a faint smirk, all before snapping his teeth together in what could be taken as a light heartedly menacing gesture. But maybe not so much when Dean's direction was meant to be down.

[favorite_son]

Lucifer's hand snaps up to hold Dean's jaw in a painfully tight grip. "I will ensure you can do no such thing if I have to."

He provides an image of Dean with a ring gag to force his mouth to stay open to make his point.

[kickingand]

Despite attempting to wrench his head back out of Lucifer's grip, Dean still maintains his tinge of amusement.. at least until a vivid image pops up into his head.

Kinky fucker.

And not in a particularly good way, Dean left with a resoundingly bad taste in his mouth at the idea. It'd be just one more means of trussing him up, and especially with his hands already behind his back, he's not sure he can stand the idea. Doesn't mean it doesn't still hold its on entertainment value, a weak point in Lucifer's plan. And yet there's a slowly growing appeal to the idea of being the one to make Lucifer quake; Dean's just finding it hard to drop, squirming to get out of Lucifer's hold.