[ 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. ]
[ Despite the fact that Blake's rendering exquisite torture, he appreciates the warning. His mouth works one or two more pumps and then on the way back to sitting on his haunches, he makes certain to lap one last time at the wet, glistening tip.
He's sorely tempted to go on, but he's been playing this game for days and he's not so sure he's quite ready to stop.
Eyes closed, head tipped back, he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and breathes heavily for a few seconds. ]
[ Blake, if he were a cat, would probably look satisfied and ready to preen. Instead, he's a human that looks ruffled and horny and not done, but that is, indeed, the game they're playing, in some round-about way.
He doesn't suspect Crowley's a huge fan of headgames, but it does serve to prove some point, doesn't it? Some distant point about unfortunate manipulation. John's certain that if he can keep it up another week, he'd have Crowley completely wrapped about his finger. ]
Think you wanna get off. That you wanna make me get you off. That you've been thinkin' 'bout it for days...
[ He did say it was a multiple choice deal, didn't he? And he sounds husky and low, like his throat's ragged. Half of that's want (because he's punishing himself in a way, too).
He lifts up on to his knees again, resting his hands flat on Crowley's thighs. ]
An' I think you wanna know what I'm up to.
[ Those are all the options afforded for this moment and Blake figures they've all got bearing. ]
[ Crowley's own hands go to Blake's to cover them, just a little too desperate to be only affectionate. ]
You know me well.
[ There's something wild in Crowley's eyes as he seeks out Blake's, lust-filled and tender and completely interested in Blake. Whatever the man would say to him, Crowley would listen with rapt attention. ]
[ Knowing that much, he could probably talk Crowley over the edge. Instead, he drags his fingers back, all the way to the demon's knees, and then uses that anchor to get up to his feet. ]
Won't think of much else if you go sayin' things like that...
[ There's something sexy about the demon wanting something so badly, neglecting himself in the name of who the hell knows what. For Blake, maybe even just because. ]
[ Crowley does a lot just because of Blake, a surprising amount of it not even particularly sexual, but this most certainly is. Normally Crowley wouldn't go without on account of someone else, but he'd caught on to a game of sorts and gone with it. He can stop any time he wants and bring himself over the edge without much work, but he doesn't want that. He wants Blake to do it. ]
I could say a lot more than that if you like.
[ He slouches more, looking up at Blake with a seductive smile. ]
[ The thought Crowley whispering around in that low tone of his always puts Blake on his back foot. He's grown to appreciate the tone, the accent, the way the demon's words can be so soft-spoken and yet so powerful. He wouldn't be Blake if he could be completely swayed by that, but there's no mistaking that it gets his attention.
Blake swallows thickly and takes one step forward, close enough to Crowley to draw his fingers up the other man's jaw. ]
Don't doubt that at all. But now's not the time...
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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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He's sorely tempted to go on, but he's been playing this game for days and he's not so sure he's quite ready to stop.
Eyes closed, head tipped back, he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and breathes heavily for a few seconds. ]
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Really, darling?
[ He slouches down in his seat, his own hand drifting towards his dick to squeeze the base, because close had meant close. ]
Is that the game we're playing?
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He doesn't suspect Crowley's a huge fan of headgames, but it does serve to prove some point, doesn't it? Some distant point about unfortunate manipulation. John's certain that if he can keep it up another week, he'd have Crowley completely wrapped about his finger. ]
Think you wanna get off. That you wanna make me get you off. That you've been thinkin' 'bout it for days...
[ He did say it was a multiple choice deal, didn't he? And he sounds husky and low, like his throat's ragged. Half of that's want (because he's punishing himself in a way, too).
He lifts up on to his knees again, resting his hands flat on Crowley's thighs. ]
An' I think you wanna know what I'm up to.
[ Those are all the options afforded for this moment and Blake figures they've all got bearing. ]
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You know me well.
[ There's something wild in Crowley's eyes as he seeks out Blake's, lust-filled and tender and completely interested in Blake. Whatever the man would say to him, Crowley would listen with rapt attention. ]
I haven't touched myself in days.
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Won't think of much else if you go sayin' things like that...
[ There's something sexy about the demon wanting something so badly, neglecting himself in the name of who the hell knows what. For Blake, maybe even just because. ]
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I could say a lot more than that if you like.
[ He slouches more, looking up at Blake with a seductive smile. ]
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Blake swallows thickly and takes one step forward, close enough to Crowley to draw his fingers up the other man's jaw. ]
Don't doubt that at all. But now's not the time...
[ Oh, does it feel like it should be, though. ]
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