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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Lucifer/Sam_Winchester
  Character:
      Lucifer_(Supernatural), Sam_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Human, Teenage!Sam, Priest!Lucifer, Priest_Kink,
      Church_Sex, Blasphemy, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Rough_Sex, Confessions,
      The_Thing_That_Will_Send_Lucifer_Straight_To_Hell, and_he_doesn't_give_a
      shit, Jailbait!Sam
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-10 Words: 5118
****** Confess To Me ******
by bleedingsalt
Summary
     Father Lucifer, or Father Nick as he is known as, is a man of god,
     but even men of god fall victim to temptation. Especially when said
     temptation comes in the form of wavy brunet hair, hazel eyes and the
     body of a young god himself. Lucifer never stood a chance.
Notes
     This had to be written and I'm not sorry. I'll gladly join Lucifer on
     his way to hell.
The fact that Lucifer Shurley ended up as a priest in a church was surely
ironical, but over the years he had come to terms with his new profession. Out
of respect, and because he would have been kicked out faster than he could say
‘Amen’ otherwise, Lucifer had decided to go by his middle name however, Nick.
And much to his surprise, Father Nick was a much respected and trusted person
in his small community. Everyone knew him, as much as he knew everyone and he
was often the first people asked for advice when they faced problems of any
kind. Overall, Lucifer was very happy as a priest, even if his past would
suggest otherwise.
Because the well-mannered, calm and gentle priest had not always been this way.
During his teenage years he had caused more mischief than he liked to admit and
he had not been the most abstinent boy either, whether it regarded alcohol,
drugs or sex. When he was eighteen his legal guardian had had enough and forced
him into a monastery in hopes they would get some sense into the out of control
boy. Lucifer didn’t even remember her name anymore, just that she was neither
his mother nor family, but he didn’t mind. He went to the monastery and they
did change his way, more than anyone who knew him might have guessed.
For some reason, Lucifer found comfort in religion, even if he wasn’t very
faithful at first. Not that he was now, but things had gotten better. And what
if he didn’t believe in God the way his community did? It didn’t matter. They
all had their beliefs and Lucifer was glad that he could give something back.
If it weren’t for his change of life, he would probably be dead by now, so in a
way he could say that God saved him. At least he did that often in church,
carefully leaving his own past out of it, of course. This was something only he
knew and he wanted it to stay this way.
Lucifer had been in this community for many years, fifteen to be exact, and
came right after his studies had been completed because the local priest had
died of age. The community had embraced their young and energetic priest with
open arms, however, and Lucifer quickly grew to be a part of the place as much
as the church itself. He had seen all the little kids grow up, scrape their
knees and fall from their bikes, had married happy couples and consoled
mourning widows - just a normal life in a small town, that’s what he thought.
But there were some things that didn’t go as smooth as everyday life around
here and one of these things was Sam Winchester. When Lucifer came here, Sam
had been two years old, one of two brothers who had lost their mother over a
year ago. Lucifer had expected to see John, the boy’s dad, in church more
often, but mostly just the boys came with a friend of his. Lucifer quickly
realized that John had lost his faith, but trying to help the man was useless,
as he seemed to prefer the therapy of Jack Daniel’s rather than the local
priest. It wasn’t something Lucifer approved of, but the boys seemed to be
taken care of and they appeared happy, so he didn’t interfere more than
necessary.
It was interesting to see Sam grow up, to say the least. The boy was very
smart, very well behaved and always had the brightest smile on his face that
made his eyes sparkle. As he got older, Lucifer noticed the change in behavior
only slowly, but it became clear that Sam’s smile was more of a mask than
reality. Something about the boy was different, even if Lucifer couldn’t place
a finger on it. When Sam came to confession there was always a lot of silence
before he began to speak, for example, but the sins he confessed all didn’t
sound real somehow. As if he had made them up just to say  something . On the
outside he still appeared to be the bubbly and friendly child that everyone
knew, but Lucifer didn’t buy it anymore.
When Sam turned fourteen he began to change on the outside too and what Lucifer
saw shocked him more than anything else he had seen so far. Sam began to dress
more provocative, with extremely tight and short clothes that revealed way more
than any boy his age should show and even his nice behavior dropped and was
replaced with sass and attitude. He barely came to confession anymore and when
he did it was mostly about alcohol and cigarettes, which Lucifer didn’t like.
Sam didn’t seem to bother listening to him though, or anyone else for that
matter.
Lucifer still tried to stay on the boy’s good side however, as he knew it was
important to have someone to trust while going through these times. Sometimes
it was hard to imagine the cheerful and happy little boy when he looked at Sam
now, but he knew that somewhere deep inside this boy still existed. And maybe
he would come back again one day. Sadly, with seventeen, Sam had stopped caring
altogether.
Lucifer knew that he was being tested when he saw Sam flaunting the streets and
turning heads left and right, both from boys and girls, and his own eyes were
glued to the boy’s body. He caught himself more than once when he searched for
Sam in the crowd during a mass. On the rare occasion that he found him, Sam’s
eyes pierced through his own and he could feel the hairs on his arms rise up.
That boy was trouble, but Lucifer had no idea how much trouble he truly was or
that he had already stepped into the trap without realizing it even existed.
Yes, Lucifer tried to live true to his oaths and barely ever strayed from them,
but Sam made those things so much harder without even trying. Not only his
looks or the way he dressed were tempting, also the way he spoke to Lucifer had
changed completely. Now his voice was almost always deep and alluring, he came
as close as he could to the priest and not only to hear his response, that was
clear. Sam was showing off and Lucifer soaked the sight in like a drug
sometimes. It even showed in his dreams, which had turned more than
inappropriate on a regular basis. Sam was onto something, but Lucifer didn’t
dare imagine what it was.
One Sunday, after the mass was over and everyone had left already, Lucifer was
picking up after his community and didn’t think of anything bad - until he
heard the door being opened and looked up. Illuminated by the few candles still
burning near the door stood a boy Lucifer knew all too well. His sudden
appearance was surprising the priest, but he stood up and tried to collect
himself as much as possible. Usually no one came here during this time of the
day, but maybe Sam had a problem he needed help with. Who was Lucifer to not
welcome him?
“Sam,” Lucifer said with a smile, arms spread open as he walked closer to the
boy. “What are you doing here, my child? Is something the matter?”
“I want to confess, father,” Sam answered, his seemingly innocent eyes
sparkling with what Lucifer assumed to be glee.
“Of course,” Lucifer quickly said, nodding and holding out his hand towards the
confession booth. “You know that you can always do that when you need to.”
“I know,” Sam smiled and walked over to the booth, followed by the priest. “And
I need to do it,  badly… ”
Lucifer gulped silently at the sound of Sam’s last word, but didn’t think too
much of it yet. They both sat down in the booth, Lucifer preparing for the
silence he knew from the boy already. This time, however, Sam didn’t seem to
need it. Through the holes Lucifer could see Sam leaning his head against the
hardwood before beginning to speak.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned.”
“When have you been to confession the last time, my child?”
“Must be over a year now,” Sam sighed, his head rolling to the side. Their eyes
met through the grid. “Don’t you think it’s time for some confessing, father
Lucifer ?”
Lucifer’s body tensed up completely at the sound of his real name and he swore
the temperature just dropped by twenty degree or more. That couldn’t be, no
way! No one knew this name, absolutely no one! How come Sam suddenly did? And
why did he sound so pleased with himself?
“What’s wrong, father?” Sam asked, the smile on his lips growing wider. “Is
that not your name?”
“That…” Lucifer cleared his throat and forced himself to calm down somehow.
“That is indeed my name, but you should not know about it.”
“Oh, you know, I’ve been curious and snooped around a little,” Sam smirked,
beaming at the priest through the grid between them. “And I found some
interesting things, including this name. Why don’t you use it anymore? It has
such a nice sound to it.”
“I don’t think that’s of your concern,” Lucifer said quickly and shifted in his
seat. “I would prefer if you didn’t use it and just do what you came here for,
please.”
“Ah, what a shame,” Sam sighed, seemingly disappointed. “I like that a lot…
father Lucifer, makes me all giddy just saying it out loud.”
“Your confession, Sam.” Lucifer tried his best to ignore the lewd undertone in
Sam’s voice, sadly with very little success. He had no idea what Sam was up to,
but he had a bad gut feeling about this.
“I’ve been having very bad thoughts lately, father…” Sam continued, his voice a
dark, husky sound that made Lucifer’s stomach tighten just hearing it.
“Thoughts that make me want to do very bad things…”
“And what thoughts would that be?” Lucifer asked, his attempt to stay
professional and keep a steady voice barely successful. This wasn’t good, this
wasn’t good at all, and he didn’t know how to stop Sam from continuing whatever
he tried to do.
“Thoughts about you, father,” Sam whispered suggestively. His head still
leaning against the wood he now faced Lucifer directly, but his eyes were
focused on the finger he trailed over the grid slowly.
“We all have bad thoughts sometimes,” Lucifer coughed slightly. His face felt
very hot suddenly and there was no way he could stop his own thoughts about Sam
creep up in his head again. “Some of them make us think we have to do something
stupid, but you are a smart boy, Sam. You know that thoughts are just that;
thoughts.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I imagined, father,” Sam chuckled,
looking back up and meeting Lucifer’s eyes. “I could tell you if you want to
know?”
“O-of course, if it helps you get over them, I will listen.” Lucifer wanted
nothing more than to tell Sam he didn’t want to hear his thoughts, but he knew
that would have been a lie. He had an awful need to listen to Sam speaking like
this and hear everything.
“I’ve been imagining your hands on me, father,” Sam almost moaned, a sound so
obscene and dark that Lucifer’s hands balled to fists. “Touching me, demanding
and exploring every inch of my body like I’m yours to do with as you please…
wouldn’t you want that, father? Wouldn’t you want to know what it feels like to
touch me like this?”
Lucifer was never more glad about a barrier between him and Sam because the
sheer thought of what Sam described made his knees weak and his heart race. He
couldn’t bring himself to answer, not even when Sam leaned his head against the
grid and let out a sound so sinful and lusty that his crotch began to burn.
“I can’t stop thinking about it, father,” Sam murmured deeply. “Whenever I
close my eyes I feel your hands on me, I feel your body pressed against mine
and making me yours and I want it so badly it hurts…”
“Sam…” Lucifer finally managed to speak up, but the way he said the boy’s name
didn’t help at all. It was just a moaning sigh, weak and needy in ways he
didn’t deem possible. He knew he was getting hard under his soutane and he
hated himself for it, but he couldn’t do anything.
“I  want  you, father,” Sam whispered, pressing his hand against the grid. “I
know it’s wrong and a sin but I don’t care… nothing can take these thoughts
away, nothing but you.”
“N-nothing?” Lucifer gulped, morbid curiosity overshadowing all of his morals.
“I tried, I really did,” Sam sighed and Lucifer could hear that Sam’s voice was
getting more husky. “I touched myself, I let others touch me, but nothing
helps. I’ve done so many bad things, father, so many sinful things, but I still
want you…”
“You shouldn’t do these things,” Lucifer said quietly, one of his hands now
between his legs and pressed against his growing bulge. “You’re a young boy,
having these thoughts is natural, but you can’t let them take over your life.”
“Then help me to stop them!” Sam pleaded, a sound so pure and beautiful that
Lucifer’s groins flared with heat. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, you want
it too, don’t you?”
“I don’t know what you think you saw,” Lucifer mumbled ashamed at being caught
like this. “But I can’t do that, it’s not going to happen. Forget these things,
please.”
“Don’t you want to touch me?” Sam asked innocently and Lucifer’s eyes widened
when he saw him strip out of his jacket. It was impossible to look away when
Sam pulled the shirt over his head, messing up his long, brown locks and
exposing his chest. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like? What you could
do with me if you wanted to?”
“Sam…”
The boy trailed a hand over his chest, fingers brushing over the tan and soft-
looking skin as Lucifer watched helplessly. The priest was so worked up by now,
he didn’t even realize that he had begun to stroke himself while looking at
Sam. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, he knew that the boy was right… he
would kill to be able to touch him like that.
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned and always thought of you while doing
it,” Sam moaned seductively, eyes heavy with need and desire. He knew what
effect he had on the priest and he enjoyed it. “I want your hands to touch me
and your thrusts to make me scream out in pleasure… I’ll be a good boy, I
promise… I’ll be good for you…”
Lucifer bit his lip, hand clutching his cock to prevent himself from shooting
right there and then. He could see that Sam’s hand had found its way further
down and he knew exactly what he was doing, he didn’t need to watch him close
his eyes and breathe heavily. And he would have lied if he pretended this was
not the hottest thing he had ever seen.
“Please, father Lucifer,” Sam begged desperately now, his huge eyes full of
need. “You can do whatever you want with me… please...”
Something in Lucifer snapped, he could practically feel it. When he pushed
himself up and walked out and into Sam’s cabin all he could think about anymore
was what he wanted to do to this boy. The sight in front of him was enough to
make anyone lose the battle for morals, Lucifer knew that. Sam’s legs were
spread wide, one of his hands buried in his hair and one in his pants stroking
himself and the way he looked at the priest screamed ‘Take me!’ louder than
words ever could. Lucifer never imagined an embodiment of sin, but Sam
Winchester was a perfect one.
Lucifer wasted no time talking. He walked over to Sam and grabbed his chin
before leaning down into a rough and demanding kiss. The boy offered himself to
Lucifer so willingly that it made the priest’s head spin for a moment. He
wrapped an arm around Sam’s waist, pulling the boy up with him. Even through
his soutane, Sam’s body felt hot against his own and even his scent was
alluring and mesmerizing. And his taste, oh God help him, Sam tasted like a
drug and heaven combined. There was no way Lucifer was able to hold back,
especially not when Sam’s hand found its way into his hair and weakly pulled on
it.
When the need for air finally forced them to part, Sam was panting and could
barely open his eyes, a sight Lucifer drank in like wine. Sam was right with
what he said before, Lucifer had thought about him like this more than once
already, but it was never something he allowed himself to admit fully. After
all he knew Sam ever since he was a little child, he knew he shouldn’t have
these thoughts and how wrong they were. But now all of those things seemed to
have lost their importance. All that was left was Lucifer’s dark and twisted
desire to give into the forbidden fantasies he tried to ignore for so long.
“You know you will have to repent for this later, don’t you?” Lucifer asked
smirking, fingers digging into the soft skin on Sam’s hips hard enough to leave
bruises. “Such sinful behavior isn’t going to be forgiven easily.”
“I’ll do anything,” Sam murmured and brushed his lips over Lucifer’s again, hot
breath against his skin making the priest’s chest tighten. “I want you so
badly, father, I’ll pay any price.”
“Your last chance to stop this, Sam,” Lucifer groaned, pressing Sam’s body
against his own. The boy whimpered when Lucifer’s hard bulge pressed against
him, a sound that was like music to Lucifer’s ears. “I won’t be gentle, I won’t
be sweet and nice…” Lucifer leaned down, pressing his teeth against Sam’s neck
and scraping over the skin slightly. “I want to hurt you, Sam…”
“Oh God, yes...” Sam whimpered weakly, his hands grabbing Lucifer’s arms
shakily. “Please hurt me…”
Lucifer growled and bit Sam’s neck, causing the boy to cry out and cling to him
even more desperately. This was without a doubt the most arousing thing Lucifer
ever experienced, not only because of where they were. Sam was so willing and
needy that Lucifer was sure he could have seduced anyone, and God help him but
it felt incredible to touch the once so innocent boy like that. Lucifer didn’t
even care that he would probably end up in hell for what he was doing, it was
worth it.
“You are a sin, Sam,” Lucifer groaned against the boy’s exposed neck, burying
one of his hands in his brown mane. Sam made a beautiful sound when Lucifer
grabbed his hair and pulled on it. “Such a perfect little sin that came to
corrupt me…”
“Father, please…”
Lucifer enjoyed hearing Sam plead like that, but it made him painfully hard.
“You wanted to be a good boy?” Lucifer asked, standing back straight and
piercing Sam’s eyes with his own. He whimpered in response, but Lucifer could
see that he enjoyed this greatly. And damn, he did too.
“I’ll be good, father…” Sam whispered.
Lucifer tucked on Sam’s hair again, smirking when the boy opened his mouth and
allowed him to go for another deep kiss this way. When he pulled back he licked
his lips to savor every last bit of Sam’s taste.
“Good, then you come with me now.”
Sam’s eyes widened for a moment, but he had no time to react because Lucifer
left the booth and pulled the boy with him on tumbling and shaking legs.
Lucifer didn’t go fast, but was still dragging Sam through the aisle, the only
sounds his heavy steps and Sam’s moans caused by the pain. He figured that, if
he was about to do it, he’d do it the most sinful way possible and go down with
flying flags.
By the time they arrived at the altar, which was still adorned with burning
candles and wax, Sam was a mewling mess that basically stumbled against the
cold stone when Lucifer let go of him. His back pressed against the altar, Sam
grabbed the edge and looked up at the priest with big eyes.
“You better pray no one comes in here,” Lucifer said smugly as his hands
reached for Sam’s belt and unbuckled it. “Because if they do they’ll see me
fucking your brain out over this altar while you scream my name until your
throat is sore.”
“Fuck…”
Sam moaned obscenely when Lucifer pulled his pants down and shoved a hand in
his boxers. His knuckles turned white from gripping the marble beneath his
hands.
“You are in for a wild ride, Sam…” Lucifer gave Sam’s hard cock a few strokes
before retreating his hand again. “Get out of those clothes, now.”
Lucifer watched Sam closely as he stripped out of his clothes with trembling
hands.
“You know you have to repent,” he murmured when Sam leaned back against the
altar completely naked.
“I will repent, father,” Sam replied, reaching for the priest’s black and white
collar to draw him closer. “I want to confess.”
Lucifer’s eyes caught the candlelight and turned dark at Sam’s words. The
priest strained hard against Sam’s leg, his cock pulsing against the boy’s leg.
He leaned down to his neck again, hot breath ghosting of the boy’s tanned skin.
“What do you have to confess, my child?” He whispered, trailing his lips over
Sam’s chest and over his hard nipples, causing the other to whimper.
“I’ve sinned!” Sam cried out loud. “I fantasized about this for over a year,
father! I’m sorry!”
“You fantasized about this, really?” Lucifer asked, smirking against his
stomach. He shoved his tongue into Sam’s navel before trailing it all the way
back up to his chest. “Or maybe this?” He circled his tongue over Sam’s nipple,
making the boy cry out once more and dig his fingers into his shoulders. “Or
even this?” Lucifer pressed his crotch against Sam’s thigh again, this time so
hard that he could feel the boy’s cock twitch against his own as he threw his
head back.
“All of this!” Sam whined, hips bucking against the priest to create some sort
of friction. “Please, father! I want you so much it hurts!”
“You are definitely a sin worth committing,” Lucifer growled and finally pulled
his soutane off, exposing nothing but his own boxers beneath it. After getting
rid of this last unneeded piece of clothing too, Lucifer had a small surprise
for Sam however. His rosary, usually carefully stored in the pocket of his
soutane, now found a new place around Sam’s neck and when he pulled on it with
a smug smile, Sam gasped from both surprise and arousal. “Such a beautiful
little sin.”
Lucifer lifted Sam up with ease to push him further onto the altar so he laid
on it before stepping between his legs. He let his hands run along Sam’s inner
thighs, savoring the way the boy’s legs trembled under his touch. His cock was
already leaking with precum and Lucifer couldn’t resist brushing one of his
fingers over the tip to wipe it off. When he put the same finger in his mouth
and sucked it clean, moaning in delight at the sweet salty taste, Sam let out
another shaky whimper.
“Father, please…” Sam begged. He pressed Lucifer closer with his feet, beaming
at him with the most desperate look in his eyes. “Please do it…”
“No way to resist such a lovely plea,” Lucifer smirked.
When he lifted Sam’s hips up and shoved a hand between his cheeks, the boy
hissed and pushed him even closer. Sam lifted his legs by wrapping them around
Lucifer’s waist instead, allowing the priest to prepare him easily with his
fingers. Lucifer didn’t want to waste much time, but he just had to do this
slow because it felt too incredible, especially when Sam moaned so beautifully
as he pushed a finger inside his hole. All of the boy’s muscles were flexing
when Lucifer pushed deeper and it was an almost hypnotic sight he couldn’t get
enough of.
It was clear that this wasn’t Sam’s first ride, but Lucifer didn’t care. He
added a second finger to prepare Sam better for what was about to come, the
boy’s moans and hands on his own arms and chest making it hard to not go
faster. Sam knew how to play this game though and what he said next made
Lucifer screw preparation.
“Please fuck me,” Sam whined with a voice that almost hinted tears. “I can’t
wait any longer, I want to be yours!”
A shiver ran down Lucifer’s spine, but he couldn’t refuse this perfect
invitation. He pulled his fingers out and aligned himself as Sam lifted his
hips eagerly. Nothing could have prepared Lucifer for how absolutely intense it
would feel when he finally pushed his hard cock into Sam’s ass, but it was
enough to make his vision flicker for a moment.
“Fuck, Sam…” Lucifer hissed and grabbed Sam’s hips almost brutally. “You feel
so good…”
Every inch Lucifer pushed into Sam made it more clear that he was completely
lost. He couldn’t take his eyes away from Sam’s blissful and blushing face or
focus on anything else but the quiet moans coming from him. There was
absolutely no resistance when Lucifer’s cock split the boy open in what felt
like nothing short of a revelation. He was basically seeing heaven for the
first time and he loved it more than he ever imagined.
“Oh God,” Sam muttered when Lucifer stopped moving, now balls deep in the boy.
“How do you like being full like that, Sam?” Lucifer asked, tucking on his
rosary around Sam’s neck to coax another gasp from him.
“It feels so good, father!” Sam forced himself to look up to find Lucifer’s
eyes, the pale blue orbs now dark and full of unrestricted lust. “P-please…
please keep going…”
Lucifer didn’t need to hear that twice. He put his hands back on Sam’s hips to
steady him and hold him down before slowly starting to move and thrust into
him. Within less than a minute the air was filled with Sam’s moans and
Lucifer’s sporadic growls and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
There was nothing comparable to this, absolutely nothing. No drug, no drink and
nothing else Lucifer could think of came even close to how damn good it was to
feel Sam like this, to feel his walls clench around his cock and the shaking
hands on his chest, trying to find something to hold onto effortlessly. He
picked up a faster pace without even realizing it, just desperately in need for
more and to fuck Sam even deeper. Every now and then, when Lucifer thrusted
into him especially hard and deep, Sam let out a cry of pain and pleasure,
something even more addicting than his moans. Soon, Lucifer caught himself
aiming to coax this sound again and again.
“Fuck, you are such a good little slut for me,” Lucifer growled after Sam cried
out especially loud. The boy basically clawed his nails into Lucifer’s arms in
return.
“It feels so good, father!” Sam whimpered, pushing against every thrust to meet
the priest’s pace. “Keep doing that, please! Keep hurting me so good!”
Lucifer was more than encouraged by Sam’s words and the thought that he craved
this kind of pain so much and picked up his speed even more, slightly shifting
Sam on the altar so he could aim for a better angle. When he did that, Sam
approved with a loud ‘Fuck yes!’ and Lucifer dropped all restrains he still
had. He began fucking Sam over the altar mercilessly and brutally, turning the
boy into a begging and whimpering mess that couldn’t stop shaking anymore. But
God, Lucifer never felt so alive and amazing.
Sam didn’t last long like this, and even though Lucifer could have continued
for hours, when Sam came hard and cried out his name the priest couldn’t hold
it anymore. He came so deep in Sam and so intense that he saw black dots all
over his vision and God help him, it was the best orgasm he had in his life so
far. Sam’s hands were shaking even more now, legs dropping down Lucifer’s sides
because he just couldn’t hold them up any longer, but the priest didn’t notice
any of that. His eyes were solely on Sam’s face; on the gorgeous and absolutely
perfect blush on his cheeks and the slightly parted lips, inviting him once
more.
Lucifer leaned down slowly, stomach decorated with Sam’s cum all over and
pressing against his pulsing cock, which caused another shiver to go through
the boy. This time their kiss tasted much sweeter than before and much more
gentle as they were both worn out and messed up. Sam kissed back only slowly,
as if he was falling asleep but Lucifer knew he wasn’t. It was clear that he
had not expected things to go this way.
“You really are a good boy, Sam,” Lucifer smiled when he pulled back and gently
brushed a hand through Sam’s messed up hair. “Did I hurt you a lot?”
“Oh yes, yes you did,” Sam’s lips formed a silly and utterly adorable smile
when he looked Lucifer in the eyes. “But it was amazing! Fuck, I had no idea I
could get off that hard… just… wow…”
“Now, is that enough to stop your sinful thoughts?”
“Enough to stop the thoughts, yeah...” Sam chuckled. “But I want to get fucked
by you all day now, is that worse?”
Lucifer felt his cock twitch inside Sam at these words and growled lowly before
pulling out and pressing another kiss on the boy’s lips. Dammit, Sam knew how
to pull his strings perfectly.
“Maybe if you’re a good boy we can repeat this,” he promised and the look on
Sam’s face at this idea made every single rule he broke by doing this worth it.
If he had to go to hell for this, then so be it. Sam was like a drug and
Lucifer knew he was addicted to him after just one time, no matter the
consequences.
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