This was always what Sam hated most. When Lucifer was close. So close that Sam shivered, cold wracking his body as Lucifer carded his hand through Sam's hair.
Normally, Sam would've wrenched his head away, but Lucifer had placed a warning hand on his chest, ready to plunge it in should Sam start acting up.
"Remember this, Sammy? How good I can make you feel." Lucifer nuzzled his stubbled chin against Sam's cheek.
That was when Sam didn't care about the hand on his chest, and he kicked at the Devil.
Lucifer smiled. "I always knew you liked it rough."