[ Crowley's really never been squeamish about a bit of blood. It's hard to be in his line of work. Blake's kissing him like it's a fight and maybe it is, but Crowley doesn't mind that, either.
He hooks his fingers in Blake's belt loops, hauling him closer until they crash together with an almost bruising force. The things Blake does to him are ridiculous, but he loves every second of it, biting at Blake's lips and pushing at him to try to walk his back into the counter. He can feel the wetness of Blake's blood on his face and he can feel Blake's sharp hip bone against his own and his cock twitches in his pajama bottoms. ]
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He hooks his fingers in Blake's belt loops, hauling him closer until they crash together with an almost bruising force. The things Blake does to him are ridiculous, but he loves every second of it, biting at Blake's lips and pushing at him to try to walk his back into the counter. He can feel the wetness of Blake's blood on his face and he can feel Blake's sharp hip bone against his own and his cock twitches in his pajama bottoms. ]