[ John hardly even acknowledges the questions because when isn't he busy? When doesn't he have somewhere to be? Instead of answering, he goes for an old favorite and leans in, whispering against the demon's ear. ]
[ He knows it and he lives by it and he takes advantage of it at every possible juncture. And why shouldn't he? Crowley has power over him and he has power over Crowley. That's how it works. ]
How crazy?
[ Blake would really like to know, especially as he settles in close and doesn't spare them much room between them at all. ]
[ Crowley's breathing picks up and a part of him doesn't even care if Blake leaves again. He needs this--whatever he can get from Blake right now--and he'll let himself drown in it as much as he can.
One hand moves to Blake's, guiding it back to Crowley's dick so that he can feel it twitch under his hand. ]
This crazy.
[ After the first time, he'd touched himself, but it hadn't taken him long to catch onto this game and he's a more than willing participant. He's been desperate for Blake for days now and he'll have no other relief. ]
[ If Crowley considers this a game, then Blake's probably approaching it more like work. Like it's his job to draw this out and make Crowley wonder if he's ever going to come again. He splays his fingers over the demon's cock and then closes them to whatever degree his trousers will allow. ]
Then you're halfway there. Maybe.
[ Which is to say, he's most certainly not done and ready to offer Crowley relief just yet. ]
[ Crowley whimpers, just barely audible, and leans into Blake until he can lean his head on Blake's shoulder. His breath is hot on Blake's neck as me murmurs against it. ]
Are you trying to get me to beg you?
[ He's not above it where Blake is concerned. There are people who'd have to do a damn lot more to get him in a begging state of mind, but Blake's not looking to destroy Crowley, at least not in a way Crowley won't enjoy. ]
[ He presses his face into Blake's throat, panting into his skin. His hips are shifting and he can barely stay still, but he doesn't have it in him to really seek out much from Blake. ]
You could always tell me what you want, but I suspect you don't feel like it, do you?
[ Blake leans away until he has access to Crowley's face again. He leaves several more gentle pecks on his skin while rolling his thumb over the head Crowley's penis. ]
That's what you want?
[ It's said as if he might consider it, but Crowley really does know him too well. Whatever's got him acting up seems to be sticking around, but Blake's certainly not telling. ]
[ He misses the contact, but if he's honest, the contact he's not missing yet is distracting enough that he'll get over it, even if he sways a little when Blake shifts away. ]
What d-do you think I want?
[ He stutters over words and thoughts as Blake teases him with cruel precision. ]
[ John doesn't stop, but his spares his free hand to undo the button and zipper of Crowley's trouser, gaining slightly better access. He slides further down, comes close to hot breath over his teasing hand and Crowley's open fly. ]
Is that a multiple choice question? 'Cause I can think of a coupla things.
[ He'll offer them if Crowley wants to make a choice. ]
[ Crowley's toes are practically curling in his Italian leather shoes. At his sides, he clenches his fists, trying to figure out the rules to the game so that he can get the most out of the playing. This sort of frustrating challenge has its own beauty. ]
Yeah? You should tell me about them unless you think your mouth is going to be too busy.
[ There'll be no easily discernible rules to the game except that Blake makes the indiscernible rules. He hums at the idea of having his mouth full, but surely that'll come with time.
Blake leans his head down and leaves kisses through the fabric, dropping down to weigh heavily on the demon's legs. ]
I always want to know what you're up to, sweetheart.
[ He shifts, practically squirming under Blake's attention. ]
It's not my fault you're so interesting.
[ Raising a hand, he brushes his fingers through Blake's hair, wondering if this will earn him reward or punishment and knowing that he'll likely enjoy the end result of either one. ]
[ Blake's head drifts away from the touch but he avoids making a big deal over it. In a moment of benevolence, he pulls aside the fabric and draws his tongue flatly across the head of Crowley's dick.
He doesn't exactly talk much about it, but he loves where he's been able to go with the demon and now that they're comfortable with each other, the sky's the limit. ]
Sounds completely like it's your fault.
[ No one else seems to find him quite so interesting. ]
[ Crowley lets his hand fall without ceremony. He's far too preoccupied sucking in a harsh breath as he feels Blake's tongue on him. His cock twitches under the attention and Blake really is such a tease, but Crowley wouldn't have him any other way. ]
Does it?
[ He looks down at Blake, something half-desperate in his eyes. ]
[ Blake's not even watching or he might take some pity on Crowley. Instead, he finds himself in an ice cream cone situation, where he's holding on to the demon's cock and working it like it's his favorite flavor on a hot day.
He tries to avoid a wanton groan, but no matter how hard he quells it, the noise slips out around his tongue. Goddamn does he like to be here even if it doesn't make it a point to say so. His actions speak enough for it, right? ]
[ His breath picks up quickly, thighs shifting apart to accommodate Blake as much as his trousers will allow. Blake looks positively beautiful with his lips on Crowley's cock like he belongs there and Crowley knows he'll never truly be used to the sight of it.
When Blake groans, Crowley bites his lip, hand reaching out again to run fingers through Blake's hair and aiming to pull him closer. He needs this more than anything right now. If there's a drug he's truly addicted to, it's Blake's mouth. ]
[ It probably helps that Blake likes doing this sort of thing, and that Crowley's certainly taken his turns. They've got this odd sort of balance, even if that usually means Blake pushing the demon off his naturally steady footing. He likes Crowley unstable, likes to see him fret a little, too. It's sexy.
With practiced precision, Blake begins taking more and more of Crowley into his mouth, his eyes closing as he very slowly gets into it. ]
[ Crowley's a man of carefully constructed control, perhaps not over his emotions, but certainly over his situation when he can be. He doesn't trust and he doesn't hand that control to anyone when he can help it, but Blake's managed to worm his way in as an exception to that. For all the times that the world has proven Crowley right in his doubts, Blake has proven them wrong.
It's with that in mind that Crowley allows himself to be put in such a situation where Blake holds all the cards and Crowley doesn't even know what game they're playing.
He watches Blake, eyes glued to the sight as he moans obscenely and entirely for Blake's benefit, hips rolling up a little. ]
[ Certainly it's all for Blake's benefit. Crowley can't possibly be driven a bit crazy after days of teasing and is now finding himself unable (and unwilling) to sit still or keep quiet. No, Blake's pretty sure all that's for the demon's benefit, but for the time being he doesn't seem to mind whether its for him or not.
His mouth wraps around the shaft and his tongue plays at the underside. If he ever had a gag reflex for situations like this, it's so far gone Blake doesn't even stir. ]
[ He rakes his fingers through Blake's hair, a little rough and absent-minded. ]
You're so bloody good at this. You have no idea.
[ Slouching a little more, he strains against the confinement of his pants, trying to spread his legs and get more of Blake. He knows that Blake knows exactly what he's doing to Crowley and it's just as frightening as it is arousing, but then that's probably what he would say about this entire liaison. ]
[ Too good is probably one hell of a compliment when you think about it. Crowley's had a lot of this and every time he compliments Blake, there's this sense that he can't possibly be telling the truth. After all these years, maybe the past's faded enough that Crowley can make such claims and not feel like he's lying, but John Blake seriously doubt's he's as good at this as he's being told (though, pride himself in the act, he might).
John's fingers curl around the waistband of the demon's pants and he holds them there, his nails scraping against the skin of Crowley's upper thighs.
He goes deep, too, as deep as he can manage (which isn't exactly meager after all these years). ]
[ Crowley keens, his hand tightening in Blake's hair as the other hand grips at the arm of his chair. His fingers dig into the leather and he shudders bodily. ]
R-really close, sweetheart.
[ He's holding back, but it's a struggle. Blake really is far too good and Crowley couldn't begin to explain why. It's not just in his skill, but in his approach. There's something about Blake that's simply unbelievably arousing to Crowley. ]
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[ He sighs, eyes closing. How can he turn away that sort of affection when it comes from Blake? ]
You're not busy? No where else you have to be?
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You talk too much...
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You drive me crazy, you know that?
[ Of course Blake knows that, though. Such a bastard. Crowley's utterly charmed by how awful he can be. ]
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How crazy?
[ Blake would really like to know, especially as he settles in close and doesn't spare them much room between them at all. ]
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One hand moves to Blake's, guiding it back to Crowley's dick so that he can feel it twitch under his hand. ]
This crazy.
[ After the first time, he'd touched himself, but it hadn't taken him long to catch onto this game and he's a more than willing participant. He's been desperate for Blake for days now and he'll have no other relief. ]
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Then you're halfway there. Maybe.
[ Which is to say, he's most certainly not done and ready to offer Crowley relief just yet. ]
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Are you trying to get me to beg you?
[ He's not above it where Blake is concerned. There are people who'd have to do a damn lot more to get him in a begging state of mind, but Blake's not looking to destroy Crowley, at least not in a way Crowley won't enjoy. ]
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[ He has questions for Crowley's questions, apparently. No answers, not here at least.
Blake's hand moves slowly, up to the head of the other man's cock, where he continues an almost gentle massage. ]
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[ He presses his face into Blake's throat, panting into his skin. His hips are shifting and he can barely stay still, but he doesn't have it in him to really seek out much from Blake. ]
You could always tell me what you want, but I suspect you don't feel like it, do you?
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That's what you want?
[ It's said as if he might consider it, but Crowley really does know him too well. Whatever's got him acting up seems to be sticking around, but Blake's certainly not telling. ]
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[ He misses the contact, but if he's honest, the contact he's not missing yet is distracting enough that he'll get over it, even if he sways a little when Blake shifts away. ]
What d-do you think I want?
[ He stutters over words and thoughts as Blake teases him with cruel precision. ]
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Is that a multiple choice question? 'Cause I can think of a coupla things.
[ He'll offer them if Crowley wants to make a choice. ]
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Yeah? You should tell me about them unless you think your mouth is going to be too busy.
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Blake leans his head down and leaves kisses through the fabric, dropping down to weigh heavily on the demon's legs. ]
Think you wanna know what I'm up to...
[ He's certain of that. ]
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[ He shifts, practically squirming under Blake's attention. ]
It's not my fault you're so interesting.
[ Raising a hand, he brushes his fingers through Blake's hair, wondering if this will earn him reward or punishment and knowing that he'll likely enjoy the end result of either one. ]
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He doesn't exactly talk much about it, but he loves where he's been able to go with the demon and now that they're comfortable with each other, the sky's the limit. ]
Sounds completely like it's your fault.
[ No one else seems to find him quite so interesting. ]
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Does it?
[ He looks down at Blake, something half-desperate in his eyes. ]
I guess it must be, then. You're welcome.
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He tries to avoid a wanton groan, but no matter how hard he quells it, the noise slips out around his tongue. Goddamn does he like to be here even if it doesn't make it a point to say so. His actions speak enough for it, right? ]
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When Blake groans, Crowley bites his lip, hand reaching out again to run fingers through Blake's hair and aiming to pull him closer. He needs this more than anything right now. If there's a drug he's truly addicted to, it's Blake's mouth. ]
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With practiced precision, Blake begins taking more and more of Crowley into his mouth, his eyes closing as he very slowly gets into it. ]
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It's with that in mind that Crowley allows himself to be put in such a situation where Blake holds all the cards and Crowley doesn't even know what game they're playing.
He watches Blake, eyes glued to the sight as he moans obscenely and entirely for Blake's benefit, hips rolling up a little. ]
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His mouth wraps around the shaft and his tongue plays at the underside. If he ever had a gag reflex for situations like this, it's so far gone Blake doesn't even stir. ]
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You're so bloody good at this. You have no idea.
[ Slouching a little more, he strains against the confinement of his pants, trying to spread his legs and get more of Blake. He knows that Blake knows exactly what he's doing to Crowley and it's just as frightening as it is arousing, but then that's probably what he would say about this entire liaison. ]
Perfect. Too good.
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John's fingers curl around the waistband of the demon's pants and he holds them there, his nails scraping against the skin of Crowley's upper thighs.
He goes deep, too, as deep as he can manage (which isn't exactly meager after all these years). ]
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R-really close, sweetheart.
[ He's holding back, but it's a struggle. Blake really is far too good and Crowley couldn't begin to explain why. It's not just in his skill, but in his approach. There's something about Blake that's simply unbelievably arousing to Crowley. ]
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