[ Crowley keens, his hand tightening in Blake's hair as the other hand grips at the arm of his chair. His fingers dig into the leather and he shudders bodily. ]
R-really close, sweetheart.
[ He's holding back, but it's a struggle. Blake really is far too good and Crowley couldn't begin to explain why. It's not just in his skill, but in his approach. There's something about Blake that's simply unbelievably arousing to Crowley. ]
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R-really close, sweetheart.
[ He's holding back, but it's a struggle. Blake really is far too good and Crowley couldn't begin to explain why. It's not just in his skill, but in his approach. There's something about Blake that's simply unbelievably arousing to Crowley. ]