[ He slips his hand into Blake's pants, absent and without much direction to his movements. His fingers wrap around Blake, but he's far more focused in his own approaching release.
Opening his mouth to respond, the words don't quite make it and Crowley bites down on the skin where Blake's neck and shoulder meet. In finding his release, he's perhaps made a mess of the back of Blake's pants, but that's not really a concern right now and he leans heavily on the arm that's still on the wall, panting against Blake's skin. ]
God, you're a bastard. How would you like it if I teased you for the better part of a week?
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Opening his mouth to respond, the words don't quite make it and Crowley bites down on the skin where Blake's neck and shoulder meet. In finding his release, he's perhaps made a mess of the back of Blake's pants, but that's not really a concern right now and he leans heavily on the arm that's still on the wall, panting against Blake's skin. ]
God, you're a bastard. How would you like it if I teased you for the better part of a week?