It's easy enough to forget about the flash of fear that had coursed through him as much as the venom had. He nuzzles into the crux of Lucifer's shoulder, continuing the soft strokes through his hair all the while. Peaceful and comforting really.

"I--"

The words die off in the back of his throat at the sharp pain piercing into him. His fingers wind tight into Lucifer's hair as the pain ebbs away into a warmth that floods through him until nestling low in his stomach. Between it and the kisses afterwards, both are enough encouragement for the desire to rekindle. His hips rocking up against the smooth scales of the devil's tail.