Eyes closing, Matt tried to focus on anything but how Lucifer felt inside of him. The enormity of him was overwhelming and he could feel his breath catching as he waited, the taunt of immobility making him want to swear in frustration. There was dirt under his fingernails from how he scratched at the wall and he reached out behind him to pull at Lucifer impatiently. The other man started to move before he could but he still gripped at his clothes, grinding back against thrusts that weren't enough. He whined, begging with motion for more than this. It made him ache to think of being left unsatisfied so he concentrated on the friction between them and how much better it could be. "I don't care what you do, just fuck me." His head tipped back, resting against Lucifer's shoulder while his balls were toyed with, his spine arching in the sensation. The touch of Lucifer's tongue sweeping over his ear made him moan and his knees hit against the wall jerkily.

"Yes, I'm meant for your use so fucking use me." The wall was rough and uneven, smelling too much of the disease that seemed to catch in the corners of the streets and fill the buildings in this desolate street. He was panting hard, moving restlessly until suddenly Lucifer was too deep inside of him and his fingers tightened on the bricks, his face falling forward to rest against it and drink in its filth with each breath. He could feel the filth working itself into the places in him that were hollowed out by desire and wanted to have as much of this as he could take, harder, until he was torn apart by Lucifer's hands and cock.