Dean reached over to steal a kiss so long as they were all on the same end of the room. Those lips. It was obscene how much he’d grown to like Lucifer’s lips, particularly against his own.
Samandriel’s fingers weren’t a distraction, no, not yet. One hand went to stroke himself quickly back to proper hardness (one of the very few perks of being in a young body,) and he teasingly rubbed the head against Castiel’s still overslick hole. If he didn’t want that, or Lucifer didn’t want him to do it, they both had ample time to say something. Still, this was something he’d never done before and he was both curious to experience it and absolutely certain he’d never be able to manage doing it to Lucifer.
Cas made a surprised little noise that was mostly muffled, but it didn't seem to be any sort of objection, particularly since he practically arched into it. If he had to admit it (which thankfully he didn't, so he wouldn't) there was something terribly appealing about having both his mouth and ass full at the same time.
Taking Dean's kiss, Lucifer smiled into that mouth before pulling back a little to offer Samandriel a nod of approval and permission, before scooting over a little more and practically pressing himself into Dean. "I think you'll like this," he said, although it was possibly a blanket statement for all of them.
Samandriel took a steadying breath, full of more nerves than he knew what to do with. This was an entirely new thing and he wasn’t sure how it was going to work for him. His wings tensed a little against his back, visible only to Lucifer (and that was clearly because Castiel was facing the other direction.) He rested one hand on his brother’s hip, keeping him just there though not holding him tight at all as he worked to press ever so slowly in. “Oh,” he heard himself say quietly as Cas’ ass gripped and pulled him in. This was...not bad at all, really. It was still not Samandriel’s preference, and he wasn’t certain if he’d ever do it again, but it was definitely acceptable.
Dean watched even as his mouth stayed close to Lucifer’s. It was interesting noting the play of expressions over Samandriel’s face. “First time?” he asked, though he wasn’t sure if he was talking to Lucifer or the angel who was clearly working hard to listen to nothing but Castiel’s body and his own.
"Yes," Lucifer responded for Samandriel -- because really, no one could blame the little angel for being a little distracted right now. Well, maybe Castiel could, but he certainly didn't look like he was in any position to speak -- although he was making strange little sounds that sounded fairly close to begging. Lucifer stroked the brunet's shoulder almost absently. "Very good, Samandriel. Just remember to move."
Samandriel nodded, shifting slow and steady into Castiel. He didn’t want to get off, not inside him at least. Doing that felt like some sort of territorial claim almost, one he was happy to receive in his own way, but not to give where Dean had already been. Once he found a pace that suited him (still slow, of course,) his fingers stroked down Castiel’s back, brushing gently at the roots of his wings. He murmured softly in Enochian, caring not at all that the other two men couldn’t understand. The sort of soft comforts and praise that left his mouth were apparent enough in his tone.
Dean closed his eyes to appreciate the feel of Cas’ mouth on him more, reached down only to squeeze hard at the base of his cock just so he could last longer, so Cas could enjoy that cock in him more. “Pretty sure your angel’s turning mine into more of a cock hungry beast than he ever expected.” There was no judgment in Dean’s tone. If anything, he sounded rather pleased by it all. Still, he wasn’t going to beg yet. He wasn’t going to give Lucifer the satisfaction until the devil put some more effort into his own game.