Lucifer chuckled at that, petting them both again and turning his attention to undoing the rope on his boyfriends' wrists (Castiel didn't look like he was in any position to do it) before standing. "Beautifully done," he complimented them all, before turning his gaze back to Dean. "Now you. What is it you'd like?"
“You,” Dean said simply. He was aware of Samandriel vaguely shifting to get more comfortable on the floor where he and Cas were rapidly becoming a pile, but his attention was wholly on Lucifer. “To please you.”
Lucifer only smiled, almost lazily leaning against the arm of the couch Dean was on, reached over to stroke his cheek. "And I'm sure you'd do it beautifully. Do you remember what we talked about? How you'd have to wait?"
“Yeah,” Dean said, eyes closing for that touch, “but me wanting to please you doesn’t automatically mean you fucking me.”
"Good," Lucifer said, leaning over more to kiss Dean -- nearly chaste. "Because that wasn't going to happen." He settled himself down on the couch proper and nodded faintly at Dean's erection. "Take the ring off. Do not come. Take your time." Since that was, after all, the lesson here.
Dean took a deep breath and settled back into the couch. He took his time, making a bit of a show of it. When he was finally free of it, he took a deep, steadying breath. He was okay. He could last longer than most people knew. Slowly, he stroked himself and looked over at Lucifer.
Samandriel was all tangled up with Castiel on the floor transfixed watching Dean. “He’s beautiful,” he whispered almost in awe.
It probably wasn't the most polite of things, but Castiel gave Samandriel a sidelong glance that easily translated into no shit. It could have been worse though, considering he was still practically in the same space as Samandriel and confusing where either or them started or stopped. There was a sense of worry building in him anyway, no matter how lovely his husband was.
"Good." Every act was rewarded with at least a kind word, it was just how Lucifer liked to work. He ran his fingertips over Dean's thigh, feather light, before moving his touch higher, up his hips and chest. "Keep touching yourself. That slow."
It was almost infuriatingly distracting the way Lucifer was touching him. He had to force his breathing even. He followed directions unfailingly, feeling very much like he was working on his first video only this time? This time he was enjoying the hell out of it, Lucifer’s gentle touches and kind words.
Samandriel pressed his nose to Castiel’s hair, nudging him until he could kiss his brother. It felt like he would need it. “Just watch,” he whispered. “Lucifer’s not going to do much more than this.” He knew this game. He’d pushed Lucifer past it real quick.
Samandriel had pushed him past this phase quickly -- but Lucifer was also aware that in some ways, his angel was more mature and ready than most. He was also aware that when it was just him and Samandriel, there was no need to keep everyone else's feelings in mind.
Stroking his fingers through Dean's hair, he leaned a little closer to brush an easy kiss against the shell of his ear. "It would please me," he told Dean, voice quiet as anything. "to hear you beg. And I'm going to help you get to that point." He paused, glancing over at the angels on the floor. "Castiel. I'd very much like it if you helped."
Cas did not answer in words so much as a curiously wary (but not disinterested) expression, to which Lucifer gestured to Dean with a nod of his head. "No hands, just mouth."
Dean froze. “Samandriel,” he said, looking at the younger angel. “Go and get a warm wet towel before he starts.” Like hell he was letting Cas go ass to mouth only to realize it and freak out about it later.