I expected as much. They challenge each other daily in all things, that it would come out in this, too, is only right. It's good. He's been spoiled, allowed to be himself. But there are benefits to that. They match up quite nicely, after all.

Besides, Istredd still needs to break this body; Lucifer instead broke everything around him.

We're both so careful about losing control. He kisses Istredd, swallowing down his moans, and shifts his grip and speed. He releases his restraining hold on Istredd's wrists, unable to keep focus, pulling it down to lay it over his face, another cool point of contact. Let go for me, Istredd.