[ A chuckle rises up from his throat from the threat and those digging claws. ] I can simply broadcast that recording throughout the entirety of Hell, you realize. Once it lives in the radio waves, it lives within me. Or are you suggesting that you wish to kill me when you are riding me so well?

[ His hips slam up when Lucifer tightens on him, claws drawing blood and tinging the water around them with gold. Breaths hitching, he drags a hand up along the demon's spine to grasp his hair and yank his head back. Giving Alastor access to the pale expanse of his throat so that he could nip and suck hungrily. ] Perhaps not. But I can tell you do not want me to leave, either. I barely even have to move and you will fuck yourself on me, greedy boy.