Eliot's own breathing hitched too when the chain, like Sam anticipated, pulled painfully on him, but the position Sam chose wasn't too bad and he got past the pain after a few controlled breaths. He could tell that it was worth it though, Sam seemed to be holding on better and wasn't sliding as much to Lucifer's thrusts.

Eliot closed his eyes to Sam's grateful kiss, accepting them for the chaste gift they were meant to be despite how at odds it was with everything else. It was the only clean thing in the midst of all the ugliness, because regardless of how Sam turned away there was no hiding from what was happening to them both.

Eliot could feel Sam's hardness sliding and sandwiched between their stomachs, progressing much further along than his own despite how Sam's body squeezed him tighter than any fuck he ever experienced. It wasn't even the pain, he could've gotten over that, but knowing the amount of hurt he was causing Sam turned him off completely. Only the constant pressure and friction of Lucifer's thrusts kept him hard, but he didn't know how long it would be before he could orgasm from this torture.

"I'm sorry... Sam." He felt like he was contributing to his torture even though he didn't know if it would be better if he came or to go flaccid.