Sam could take it, but that didn't mean that it was easy being pierced that way, two cocks pressed inside him, stretching him uncomfortably wide. Eliot's erection still nudged his prostate, but it was up to Sam to try and relax, to let them fill him. Lucifer was giving him time, gratefully, though Sam still tensed under Eliot's soft words, flicking his eyes upward.

Eliot invited him to move his hands upward, but that would cause him pain, Sam knew. He knew how the metal would pull uncomfortably, how it would hurt deep inside, where all those nerves had been healed into place, where they could feel the pain, experience it.

So he refused with a little shake of his head, raising his head just a little so that Eliot could see that he wasn't afraid, that he could take it on full strength.

He shuddered, as Lucifer began to move, sliding against Eliot inside him, thrusting him up and forward, and then pulling him back as he slid away. Sam groaned, digging his nails into Eliot's chest, the blunt touch much more reasonable than the alternative. Breathe. Keep breathing. He could get through this. He was strong; Eliot had to know that. He was surviving Hell and he wasn't even dead, that had to count for something.