[ Blake's not even watching or he might take some pity on Crowley. Instead, he finds himself in an ice cream cone situation, where he's holding on to the demon's cock and working it like it's his favorite flavor on a hot day.
He tries to avoid a wanton groan, but no matter how hard he quells it, the noise slips out around his tongue. Goddamn does he like to be here even if it doesn't make it a point to say so. His actions speak enough for it, right? ]
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He tries to avoid a wanton groan, but no matter how hard he quells it, the noise slips out around his tongue. Goddamn does he like to be here even if it doesn't make it a point to say so. His actions speak enough for it, right? ]