all that’s going on here is lucifer/sam
Lucifer pins him to the bed, hard cock snug between Sam’s still-clothed thighs.
“Now, where did you think you were going?” he queries, softly resonant tone playful and gently mocking.
“Lube’s under the bed,” Sam grunts, shifting under the lung-compressing weight.
“I know,” Lucifer says softly, the words spoken, breathed hot and dirty right into the shell of his ear, teeth and lips grazing the whorls and curves. Sam shudders as Lucifer continues, “I thought I’d just eat you out, instead.”
(I’M SORRY- IT JUST HIT ME OVER THE HEAD LIKE A PACK OF BRICKS.)