This time Lucifer didn't pay a great deal of attention to the cord, and the moment he turned Dean to the surprise of his naked body, he knew full well the impression it would make, the way his eyes would roam over him hungrily.

He expected it to hold long enough for Dean to at least bend in toward him, but the moment didn't, and so he wrapped a firm hand around the back of Dean's neck and pulled him up off the floor, bending in toward him to crush their lips together in a rough, passionate kiss. A few seconds of lips mashing hard, and then Lucifer moaned softly, pulling Dean's body against his own and rolling them on the bed, so that he could grind his erection against Dean's, press his tongue into his mouth and lash through him with every inch of passion that this body possessed. His free arm dropped to Dean's thigh, lifting it higher so that his angle, grinding down, did just as much more to drive him wild, and then Lucifer was rolling over just as fast, scooting up the bed and letting Dean entirely free--as if there was ever really such a thing.

"I need you to show me how you feel, Dean," he pulled his feet up, opened his knees wider, making a show of himself, hands stretched out toward him. "Show me how it feels. I want it to be you."