Oh. Lucifer's eyes fluttered shut at the sound of her voice, and... perhaps... he let himself get drawn into playing it again.

It made him ache.

And then he pressed again. Slowly, he felt his body take the plug, until the beads pushed in and suddenly-- it was flush against his skin.

He clicked record.

"Of course, darling," he said, his voice ragged. "I can take anything for you."

He moved the phone's camera away from his face and down, between his legs, where two of his fingers still pressed against the plug's base. Sent.