[ Too good is probably one hell of a compliment when you think about it. Crowley's had a lot of this and every time he compliments Blake, there's this sense that he can't possibly be telling the truth. After all these years, maybe the past's faded enough that Crowley can make such claims and not feel like he's lying, but John Blake seriously doubt's he's as good at this as he's being told (though, pride himself in the act, he might).
John's fingers curl around the waistband of the demon's pants and he holds them there, his nails scraping against the skin of Crowley's upper thighs.
He goes deep, too, as deep as he can manage (which isn't exactly meager after all these years). ]
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John's fingers curl around the waistband of the demon's pants and he holds them there, his nails scraping against the skin of Crowley's upper thighs.
He goes deep, too, as deep as he can manage (which isn't exactly meager after all these years). ]