Were he capable of speech, Ganymede would be saying something along the lines of a smug 'told you so', but with Jay's cock in his mouth he only moans, eyelashes fluttering for a moment against the man's skin. His fingers curl, knuckles pressing against his partner's perineum just hard enough to stimulate.

He pushes back against Lucifer's fingers impatiently; he'll need to carefully relax to take both men, but that doesn't mean he's going to be still and pliant right now.