The audio was sent somewhere in the middle of it. Lucifer wasn't paying much attention to it, not really. The pleasure built, and built, pushed onward by the incessant buzzing in his arse.

It was close. So close. So--

He gasped, wrenching his hand away from himself, and whined. A fumble. The camera, back on, pointed at his straining cock. "I didn't," he breathed. "I stopped, I did."

Send.