[ The personal attention leaves his stomach without a bottom, the foundation having fallen out some time ago with the invention of this relationship. He waits until the demon's done with the aftershave and then he leans in to steal a more pointed kiss, his arms moving around the other man despite the doctor's orders.
He feels so perfectly powerless sometimes, absolutely equivalent in legend to that of a dust mote, but Crowley still sees something there worth wanting. If this had been about sex or power he would have been gone long ago, but that's clearly not the case. Blake's neither easy nor convenient and the fact that they've maintained together for nearly a year speaks volumes in ways neither would typically acknowledge. ]
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He feels so perfectly powerless sometimes, absolutely equivalent in legend to that of a dust mote, but Crowley still sees something there worth wanting. If this had been about sex or power he would have been gone long ago, but that's clearly not the case. Blake's neither easy nor convenient and the fact that they've maintained together for nearly a year speaks volumes in ways neither would typically acknowledge. ]