He wasn't cold anymore, his skin was warm and Sam's hands spanning up his back only seemed to make him warmer. Lucifer groaned against his lips, panting as the need for air finally drove them apart. "Please Sam," he whispered, nipping along his jaw and down the column of his neck.
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Date: 2014-01-10 05:44 pm (UTC)