Lucifer expected Eliot to break at that, and certainly he did. That was the thing--it was hard the first time. The next time it would be less hard. And the time after, and the time after.

He placed the dildo down on the bed, by Sam's ankle, so that there was a clean reminder to Eliot why he was doing what he was doing. The next moment, a tube of lubricant was flying into Eliot's hand, seemingly thrown out of nowhere by the devil.

"I can be benevolent, you see, so long as you don't test it unnecessarily."

lucifer moved over, sitting right on the edge of the bed in front of Sam's right shoulder. He reached up to stroke him, gently, comfortingly.

"It's okay, puppy. It's over now."