Eliot was very aware of the Devil by the end of the bed, watching every one of his moves with sadistic amusement. Even if the situation weren't as it was, he would've had trouble enjoying himself with such an audience in place. But he tried to think other things, ignore the king of demon while keeping one eye open in case the Devil decided to join in and interrupt.

Sam's words, breaking the man's stoic silence, was unexpected but appreciated. It let Eliot know he wasn't hurting him, and although there was little Sam could say under these circumstances, he chose to reassure Eliot instead of not saying anything at all.

Eliot reached to caress Sam's ass, smearing warm lube across his skin but returning the gesture of reassurance. He wish there was more places he could touch, but with Sam's back the way it was, Eliot didn't dare to put his hands anywhere else. "I've gotcha," he murmured, soft enough to be heard by Sam. He didn't hold hope that Lucifer would've missed it, but he kept his voice low just in case.

Giving Sam's ass crack one last swipe to add on extra lube, Eliot finally shifted himself up between Sam's spread legs and used one hand to press open his cheeks. He used the other to guide himself forward, not quite leaking but hard enough for the job, and lined his tip up against Sam's slicked hole. He gave Sam a few seconds to adjust before he leaned forward and pushed until he slowly breached Sam's defenses.