"It's not a promise. It's a statement of a truth," he says, groaning warmly against Lucifer's shoulder. His hips roll with each slow plunge of the ridged length entering his depths, taking his time with each movement. "I'm yours and if anyone has an issue with it, they can screw off."

His hand comes up to cup the man's cheek as he smiles. "I'm yours because it's a choice and one I'll choose every time."