He didn't have to - he really, really didn't have to - but Lucifer swiped lube over his erection before his slippery hands found Dean's hips, pulling him a few inches up off the bed so that he could get a better angle. Without even using his hands, he nudged the head of his erection into place, before following through, driving deep.

Oh, it was deeply, deeply satisfying. Dean Winchester had literally fucked him over, last time they'd met, but this time--this time the ball was - the balls were - in his court. He went that deep, aiming to split Dean open, perhaps, but much more than that he aimed to humiliate him, and if he could make Dean come? He'd never live it down, whether Lucifer was using his angel's body to do it to him or not.