Balthazar is himself unaware of the picture he makes as he drinks in the sensations, but when Lucifer whispers, he opens his eyes again. He has no words for the beauty he sees, even after all this time belonging to him, and it seems futile to try in the throes of passion. His master knows what he's feeling now. Still, he pauses for a few seconds, trembling with the effort, and strokes along one cheekbone.

When he resumes moving, it's with greater abandon, writhing into the touch of feathers on his bare skin. His brows knit with concentration, pushing the pace as if hoping to meld their bodies together. He breathes hard, chest heaving, and whimpers into the kiss. His head turns to the side as Lucifer murmurs, exposing his neck for attention hopefully. "You know I do," he rasps. "You're...everything."