He could feel the little pinpricks and the warmth of a bit of gold beading, but since when has a little blood been a bother between them?

Those claws wrapped around him entirely and he felt his stomach do a slippery little flip. There wasn't much warning before he entered him, and fleeting discomfort melting away into a firm-fit pleasure. His grip briefly tightened as he choked out an admittedly embarrassing groan that betrayed his earlier defiance, but matched how easily Alastor had slid inside.

Yes, that's it... that's it- Lucifer had to swallow to cure his dry mouth, but it wasn't stopping the pant of exhilaration as he squirmed, slowly worked to match an amped-up buck's pace.