"That's it. Call his name. Castiel's still in denial over how much you wanted this, let him hear you bellow out your lungs for him."

Lucifer snorted amusement, bending into his plowing thrusts. Castiel's body really was perfect for this kind of work, short, strong and compact, but it was the emotional connection that was really doing the trick. Lucifer could have stimulated Dean's prostate with electricity or vibrations, but nothing cut into his soul the way this was cutting, right now, driving indelible scars into it such as Dean would never be able to remove, especially if Castiel never came back to him.

But perhaps even if he did.

He squeezed roughly at Dean's cock, all of a sudden, pulling up toward his belly.

"Call my name," he growled, in Castiel's voice, inches away from Dean's right shoulder. "Beg me to make you come."