It's fine, his shirt is already tainted considering he's leaning into Lucifer this way, and he is not free from blood himself. The creature he just killed did spray a little as he stabbed it through with the spear so this is the situation currently. It's in his hair, on his throat. Istredd is pointedly not thinking about how insane they're going to look coming out of the forest this way.

He tilts his head slightly to the side so Lucifer's fingers can move from his jaw bone to the pulse and anywhere from there. Istredd knows if he actually pays attention it may be disturbing but he is currently kissing the sense out of himself. Lucifer has a skill for getting him out of his mind.

So far. His mind is at its brightest when they are blending together so strongly, like it is glowing from use. I was a goner from the moment you let me touch it.

Istredd knows vaguely when all the steps happened that got him here, and he assumes even without the bond they may have had something, he thinks there is something about them that was always going to click. But he couldn't resist Lucifer's mind.

He stops kissing only because he needs to breathe, his heart still pounding, air unsteady. Never would he think that killing and blood would actually be a turn on, but that is Lucifer. Always surprising him. Or maybe he's drunk on adrenaline, hard to say. Three kills, we'll have plenty of coin to buy you a drink.