[ Crowley's just at the edge when Blake finally finishes and with that he's able to move his hand down and it only takes a few strokes to push him over the edge, himself.
His knees buckle and he almost falls against the counter. With labored breaths, he wipes his hand on the counter--something to deal with later--and reaches back for Blake's thigh to squeeze it. Crowley's of the opinion that everyone needs a rough fuck sometimes. He's happy to supply Blake with a rough fuck if it keeps him out of a rough fight. ]
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His knees buckle and he almost falls against the counter. With labored breaths, he wipes his hand on the counter--something to deal with later--and reaches back for Blake's thigh to squeeze it. Crowley's of the opinion that everyone needs a rough fuck sometimes. He's happy to supply Blake with a rough fuck if it keeps him out of a rough fight. ]