[ He rakes his fingers through Blake's hair, a little rough and absent-minded. ]
You're so bloody good at this. You have no idea.
[ Slouching a little more, he strains against the confinement of his pants, trying to spread his legs and get more of Blake. He knows that Blake knows exactly what he's doing to Crowley and it's just as frightening as it is arousing, but then that's probably what he would say about this entire liaison. ]
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You're so bloody good at this. You have no idea.
[ Slouching a little more, he strains against the confinement of his pants, trying to spread his legs and get more of Blake. He knows that Blake knows exactly what he's doing to Crowley and it's just as frightening as it is arousing, but then that's probably what he would say about this entire liaison. ]
Perfect. Too good.