[ The role reversal doesn't go unnoticed, and somewhere beneath all of that tired heaviness, there's a certain headiness that Blake feels knowing what he knows of Crowley.
As soon as he's free of his shirt, he resigns himself to losing this battle of wills, but only after absconding with another kiss, this time on the lips, long and very purposeful, almost as if it's a promise. ]
You're right. You win.
[ And he'll slip away from there to finish changing before crawling into Crowley's bed. ]
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As soon as he's free of his shirt, he resigns himself to losing this battle of wills, but only after absconding with another kiss, this time on the lips, long and very purposeful, almost as if it's a promise. ]
You're right. You win.
[ And he'll slip away from there to finish changing before crawling into Crowley's bed. ]