Despite the lack of warning, Eliot caught the lube one handed as deftly as if he had been expecting it. He wasn't, he had honestly expected the Devil to make him take Sam the worst way possible. Given the lube was a relief, but it also made him wary over just how much leniency he could show without trying Lucifer's patience.

Eliot didn't look at Lucifer as he began, squeezing out an ample amount from the tube and warming it between his fingers. He worked in silence, touching Sam lightly across his buttocks to alert the other man before he dipped two lubed fingers down to rub between the valley between the mounds.

While Eliot had never done this before with a man, that didn't mean he didn't know how things were done. He had certainly been on the receiving end often enough the past weeks to be intimately familiar with the exercise.

He didn't dare to take too long with that though, just enough to slick the area with lube before he moved the pad of his index finger to probe Sam's pucker within. It was far less tight than he had anticipated, and just touching it seemed to open the man spread beneath him. Sam swallowed his finger up to his first knuckle before he truly pushed, catching him almost by surprise how ready his partner --victim-- seemed to be. It made his stomach clench too because he knew just why it would be that loose.

M'sorry, Sam. God, I'm sorry.

Eliot slowly pushed his finger in all the way and twisted, trying to find that magical spot that would at least make this bearable. But he watched carefully too, trying to make sure Sam wanted that pleasure before forcing it on him. With how stoic the man had been, and his back looking like a cat's scratching post, Eliot hoped he could read him correctly to interpret what he wanted.