Eliot's relief at Sam pulling out was short lived as immediately after he could see Lucifer manipulating the other man. The movement tugged on the anchored ring, making him gasp out as sharp bolts of pain hammered into his chest seconds before Sam was there, in his face and, oh god, settling down over his cock.

"Fuck," Eliot expelled the air in his lungs in a quick rush, caught off guard by this sudden change in tactics as well. He glanced over at Sam quickly, wanting to check if the other man was okay with this, but Sam had buried his face against Eliot and he couldn't catch his eyes.

Nor did he need to, not when he felt the hot tears against his skin when Lucifer forced his way in beside Eliot.

"Sam," Eliot breathed, his whisper practically in Sam's ear from how close they were. "Hold onto my shoulders an' just keep breathin'." He knew the other didn't need advice from him but this was as much of a gesture of support as anything else. To hold that position would pull on the cuffs, but Eliot could take the pain if it would help ease Sam's even a little.