[ There's a small cupcake on the table with an unlit candle in it and the sound of running water coming from the bathroom when Blake enters.
Crowley's well aware that it's Blake's birthday and while he's not being as mean as he could be, he's going to make the day special for Blake, whether he thinks he wants it or not. ]
Hello, darling.
[ He shuts off the tap and wipes his hands on a towel as he moves to stand in the bathroom doorway. ]
[ As Blake steps into the room he takes note of Crowley, the water, the cupcake. It gets a smile out of him, though he's still thinking he'd much rather everyone forget to celebrate this particular day. ]
That for me?
[ He tips his head in the direction of the cupcake and moves toward it. Should he light it, or is he supposed to wait? ]
[ He can't quite imagine being a hundred or living forever. Hell, he'd probably get bored eventually. Maybe he'll rethink that immortality thing.
For now, though, he's fairly content. Shifting, he takes Crowley's arms and manipulates them until he can mostly turn to face the demon. ]
Know what I want from you? Just this. [ What they've got right now. Simple, clean, complicated in how uncomplicated it is between them. ] But... if you're gonna insist, I'd take a kiss, a drink, an' a good fuck. Maybe not in that order.
[ Without a word, Crowley presses a kiss to Blake's lips, hard and just a little demanding. ]
You can have them in any order you like.
[ Really, he can have those things from Crowley whenever he likes, because Crowley's always game for anything on that list.
It's odd how easy Blake can make things... how they always fall together so perfectly like the keystone of an arch as so much balances against them and pushes them down. ]
[ It's fortunate and unfortunate that they work so well. Some days it's scary how much they compliment each other, how much they've changed for each other. Interesting when you consider how far they've had to come to get here.
In the wake of that kiss Blake takes another, his as demanding as Crowley's. With it comes a nudge toward the bed, hands on Crowley's hips in a guiding manner. ]
That's good, 'cause I think the cupcake's gonna have to keep.
[ Crowley's got a wicked smirk as Blake backs him up, but there's no resistance there. Of course, Blake could have anything in Crowley's power, but he goes for something that Crowley will enjoy just as much. ]
I think it will keep just fine.
[ Sex is easy for Crowley. It's the one thing he doesn't even have to pretend he doesn't enjoy about all of this. The rest is complicated and messy, but the sex has always been neat and he's wanted it for long enough that he sees no real reason to hide that from Blake.
[ If nothing else, Crowley is most certainly wanted (and probably needed). He finds it easy to fall into this, to be near the demon even if he knows there are always risks.
When he gets them to the edge of the bed, Crowley gets a light shove. ]
Mm, then I don't gotta keep. [ He grins down at the other man. ] Dessert before dessert? Happy birthday to me.
[ Just gonna pounce on top of you now, Crowley, kthanks. ]
[ Which is actually a variable speed, really, because sometimes it's pretty hot and heavy and quick, but every once in a while things get a little more slow and tender than either of them would be willing to admit.
He straddles Crowley, settles on his hips, presses his hands flat to the man's chest and observes from that short distance. ]
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Crowley's well aware that it's Blake's birthday and while he's not being as mean as he could be, he's going to make the day special for Blake, whether he thinks he wants it or not. ]
Hello, darling.
[ He shuts off the tap and wipes his hands on a towel as he moves to stand in the bathroom doorway. ]
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That for me?
[ He tips his head in the direction of the cupcake and moves toward it. Should he light it, or is he supposed to wait? ]
You shouldn't've.
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[ Crowley smiles and moves closer. ]
Did you think I'd forget?
[ Coming up behind Blake, he wraps his arms around Blake's middle and presses against his back. ]
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You know I was hopin' you would.
[ He's never liked the unnecessary attention, and it's not like his birthday means much of anything if he doesn't age here. ]
It's nice, though. Thanks. Is it chocolate?
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It is. Why were you hoping that I'd forget?
[ Then he shifts to whisper low in Blake's ear. ]
Don't you want your present?
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[ He leans into that affection he's gotten so used to, head tilting to give the demon all the access he could want. ]
Not really all that big into birthdays. Sorta prefer to slip under the radar. You know that.
[ Better than anyone, in fact. ]
I'll take the cupcake, though. Gladly.
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[ Taking Blake's weight is easy and welcome as he leans back and Crowley's arms tighten around him. ]
Tell me what you want. Anything in my power to give.
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[ Of course he's going to be a shit about it. ]
You're gonna make fun of me if I say I wanna just go to bed, aren't you? Havin' this day come an' go sounds like the best idea.
[ He leans his head back some. ]
Just another day. Don't recall us celebratin' your birthday.
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[ He couldn't say exactly why this is important to him, but it is. He wants to give Blake something and he likes having excuses to do it. ]
Anything in my power. I know you don't want immortality.
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For now, though, he's fairly content. Shifting, he takes Crowley's arms and manipulates them until he can mostly turn to face the demon. ]
Know what I want from you? Just this. [ What they've got right now. Simple, clean, complicated in how uncomplicated it is between them. ] But... if you're gonna insist, I'd take a kiss, a drink, an' a good fuck. Maybe not in that order.
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You can have them in any order you like.
[ Really, he can have those things from Crowley whenever he likes, because Crowley's always game for anything on that list.
It's odd how easy Blake can make things... how they always fall together so perfectly like the keystone of an arch as so much balances against them and pushes them down. ]
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In the wake of that kiss Blake takes another, his as demanding as Crowley's. With it comes a nudge toward the bed, hands on Crowley's hips in a guiding manner. ]
That's good, 'cause I think the cupcake's gonna have to keep.
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I think it will keep just fine.
[ Sex is easy for Crowley. It's the one thing he doesn't even have to pretend he doesn't enjoy about all of this. The rest is complicated and messy, but the sex has always been neat and he's wanted it for long enough that he sees no real reason to hide that from Blake.
Everyone wants to be wanted, after all. ]
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When he gets them to the edge of the bed, Crowley gets a light shove. ]
Mm, then I don't gotta keep. [ He grins down at the other man. ] Dessert before dessert? Happy birthday to me.
[ Just gonna pounce on top of you now, Crowley, kthanks. ]
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Why don't you unwrap your present, then?
[ His hands slide over Blake's hips, egging him on. ]
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[ Which is actually a variable speed, really, because sometimes it's pretty hot and heavy and quick, but every once in a while things get a little more slow and tender than either of them would be willing to admit.
He straddles Crowley, settles on his hips, presses his hands flat to the man's chest and observes from that short distance. ]
You a patient man, Crowley?
[ He quirks an eyebrow and smirks. ]