Sorry, impossible not to let that go to my head. Istredd lets that wash over him and he soaks it in greedily. He shares between their bond that it's mutual, no question about it, he has been fulfilled by every moment they are together. But he is still very smug for a moment there.

The hips bucking up tell him that Lucifer's body at least is interested in him continuing but bodies are much more desperate than minds. Istredd does lean down and delicately kisses the thigh he has curled in his hand, so close to him. The soft skin on the inside is sucked on, knowing he is being very persuasive whether or not Lucifer is ready. He is barely an inch away from really touching him.

We'll take it slow. He is reassuring. Yes he could immediately drive Lucier wild and be cruel about it, but it's better to let him adjust as they go. Istredd considers that an invitation so he nuzzles his nose along Lucifer's hard flesh, caressing his tongue from base to tip. It's been some time since he did this last, but it's muscle memory.

Put your hand in my hair. See, demanding. He is the experienced one of the two of them and assured Lucifer he could lead him through this. He sucks very gently at the sensitive top and then envelops it entirely with his mouth, simply holding it there for now so Lucifer can adjust to the heat.