Dean struggled for a moment for all the good it did. The invisible cord around his neck pulling him in with startling ease. He had to fight the urge to spit in Lucifer's face once more when he found himself almost nose to nose with him. It hurt, Cas's face with that look of pure hatred and scorn. He reminded himself that it would be alright. He could do this. He could.

He let himself be pushed down, now nose to cock with a rather impressive looking shaft. Not quite as thick as his own but a bit longer and curved. He briefly wondered what it would feel like buried inside of his body but let the thought go as quick as it came. For now...he had to do this. He could pretend. He kept his eyes closed as he leaned forward and let his lips cover the head of slightly weeping shaft before him. His tongue traced the slip, collecting the dew atop it and swallowing lightly. Slightly bitter, salty, not pleasant but he could handle it.

He prayed to his angel, he prayed that Cas understood why he was doing this and that he knew it was really him he was pleasuring. Not Lucifer.