"Don't lose it, Dean. Don't lose it."

He'd let Dean sink down into this fantasy and then fuck it up right at the last second. It'd hurt when he remembered.

Lucifer slid his hands away, moved his hands away and tapped Dean's shoulder, so that his clothes evaporated. He moved his fingers to Dean's shoulders, both, and pulled him away from the bed, pulled him around until there was room for Lucifer himself to slump on the bed in front of him, also completely naked, legs parted wide, erection half hard.

"Show me."