[ Crowley's breath hitches with each thrust until he's moaning. It's so good, even when it feels wrong like this, and he thinks he couldn't possibly want anyone else the way he wants Blake, because it's not about force or lust or blood, but something so human that it practically skips past humanity and moves onto something else. ]
Th-that's right. Come on.
[ He rocks back against Blake, afraid to move either of his hands to his cock and lose his balance. ]
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Th-that's right. Come on.
[ He rocks back against Blake, afraid to move either of his hands to his cock and lose his balance. ]