It's true that Garrett's familiar voice is rougher, a thread of something animalistic beneath his usual bedroom rumble, but it's nice, like a caress against Barry's overheated skin despite the demanding words.

"Yours," he replies easily, grinding back to meet the slow circles of Garrett's cock dragging so deliciously against his walls. His neck throbs, and Barry sighs in pleasure. He has Garrett's bite now - no one can question that, not even Lucifer. For the first time, Barry feels truly safe in Hell, and it's all due to the man inside him, behind him, around him, holding him and giving him his knot.

"I love you so much," Barry murmurs, voice trembling with it.