Istredd managed to shield them from any glass but anything that would have hit them simply slid off the shield onto the ground. They are going to have to be careful eventually, although he doesn't really see any reason to think about anything outside of their bed. He wants to exist only in this bed with Lucifer. Everything else is future Istredd's problem.

In truth, Istredd for a moment there did just expect for Lucifer to touch him and get it done with, which is stupid as his partner is a mischief maker and probably loves the idea of experimenting himself since he's new to it and curious. He proves exactly that by the sensual act of sucking Istredd's finger into his mouth and Istredd swallows hard.

It gets worse when he pins Istredd down, on top of him now, and he can feel the immediate wave of intense lust from that alone. Istredd licks his lips and his pupils dilate. "Yes," he murmurs, a little breathless, from that mentally whispered possessive statement. Yours. Lucifer knows how much he craves validation which is probably why he needs to hear he's wanted, despite it physically being clear.

"That won't be a problem." Istredd is searing hot and his body aches with how much it wants that cold touch. He doesn't fight the pin, allowing Lucifer to have him at his mercy. His shiver doesn't have to do with the temperature, it's that he stupidly didn't expect Lucifer to want to seduce him. And it's very easily working. He might be in trouble.

Lucifer, please.