Lucifer just shook his head, lips pursed, and tutted at Dean. "Stupid puppy. What's the point in me trying so hard if you're not going to try too?"

And that was all the warning he got, before a telekinetic noose snatched around his throat, an invisible leash that Castiefer reeled in like a fishing line, folding the invisible strand over and over his hands until Dean was face to face with him again. He reached up, curled his fingers in Dean's short hair, petting him just for a moment, before he pulled Dean down toward his cock, staring down at him.

"Blow me, or I'll put Castiel up front and center when I split you open. He'll feel everything, all your pain. Is that what you want?"