[ It doesn't occur to him to be startled, to care that all of this is taking place in his pristine kitchen, that the glass being ground finer and finer is going to be hell to clean up. This is easier. This is so much easier than talking or thinking of digging glass out of his hand.
Pushed back, he collides with the counter and the cabinets, his whole body jarred, and not painlessly. But it feels good — better than it should — so he encourages Crowley on with leading hips and a forceful kiss, with one gripping hand and one slipping hand doing all they can to make them both feel like they're equal measures of mess.
When he comes up for a breath, it's only good for second of relief from the punishment he's inflicting on them both and then he's got his head back in the game. He claws for the waistband of Crowley's pants and leans forward to sink his teeth into the demon's shoulder, right through the shirt, more bruising pressure than a piercing bite. ]
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Pushed back, he collides with the counter and the cabinets, his whole body jarred, and not painlessly. But it feels good — better than it should — so he encourages Crowley on with leading hips and a forceful kiss, with one gripping hand and one slipping hand doing all they can to make them both feel like they're equal measures of mess.
When he comes up for a breath, it's only good for second of relief from the punishment he's inflicting on them both and then he's got his head back in the game. He claws for the waistband of Crowley's pants and leans forward to sink his teeth into the demon's shoulder, right through the shirt, more bruising pressure than a piercing bite. ]