[ The sound Blake makes against Crowley's ear is akin to that of a teenager not getting their way, though entirely soft by design. His lips brush over Crowley's skin as he talks. ]
No one? Not even you?
[ But he already knows the answer, so he just moves right along to a little groping as his hand find's Crowley's ass. It's not exactly half-hearted — Blake's whole heart's in it — but there's always a balance between what his body wants, and what all it can take, and right now it's a fine line. A fine, sleepy line. ]
C'mon, there's always time for a little foolin' 'round...
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No one? Not even you?
[ But he already knows the answer, so he just moves right along to a little groping as his hand find's Crowley's ass. It's not exactly half-hearted — Blake's whole heart's in it — but there's always a balance between what his body wants, and what all it can take, and right now it's a fine line. A fine, sleepy line. ]
C'mon, there's always time for a little foolin' 'round...