He groans low in the back of his throat, barely above a murmur, while tilt his head back to give the man room to work with and no resistance. There's an answer on his lips as Lucifer's works across his pulse but it's stilled at the sudden sharp pain. Screwing his eyes shut, he clenches his teeth and grunts.

Wet drips down his neck and more enough to let him know that he was bleeding albeit very little. It's a slow tickling dribble. He presses a hand to it and rubs, haphazardly doing a sigil to stop the bleeding. "It's ok. Just a scratch really."

The reaper swallows thickly as a flush surges through his cheeks at the heat that pulses hotter in him. He shifts against the coils around, moaning as the warmth focuses around his groin and an urge to rock his hips against him. His shorts pressed uncomfortably around him so the grinding is more of a way to work them off to get release.