This is our first time. I won't be so nice next round.

And by not nice, he means it in the wonderful desire-ridden sentiment that they will really get to break each other in with time. Istredd is mostly matching him in playfulness. There is something special about being friends with a lover, because all the qualities that make their friendship work can be used here. Warmth, humor, understanding, trust.

It is very cold and he hisses but it isn't in a bad way, it's a mix of the chill and the sensation of Lucifer touching him this intimately. Istredd drops his head back, eyes temporarily closing, moaning as Lucifer starts to explore a rhythm. He understands the invitation though and does lift his hips to guide some of it. He is already wound up from what they've done and that intense need bleeds between them.

Istredd's telempathy means that Lucifer can feel what he feels, it would be easy for Istredd's desire to become his, the pleasure rolling off him a taste Lucifer can swallow down too. "Faster," he rasps, "please." In this moment he can't help fantasize too about more, about Lucifer inside of him, his need for orgasm mixing a lot of needs together.