[ He almost bites a harsh reminder that he doesn't need Crowley's help, but instead of chastising the demon, he practices what he's hoping to preach. Practiced in making do, he's able to shuffle around Crowley's hand, Blake's hardened cock a sure sign that he's at least somewhat of a sound enough mind to know what he's doing. Silence is the only answer that Crowley receives and he accentuates it by roughly pushing the other man's pants to the floor.
His hands quickly fumble with his belt and trousers and he knows this is wrong — this isn't the right way to deal with anything — but he's in no mood to stop himself, just as Crowley's in no mood to argue against it.
Halfway through his task, he shoves a hand at Crowley's shoulder, pressing him toward the corner junction of the counter, pushing him away, turning him around. ]
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His hands quickly fumble with his belt and trousers and he knows this is wrong — this isn't the right way to deal with anything — but he's in no mood to stop himself, just as Crowley's in no mood to argue against it.
Halfway through his task, he shoves a hand at Crowley's shoulder, pressing him toward the corner junction of the counter, pushing him away, turning him around. ]