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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

Perfect. Too good.

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[ 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). ]

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[ 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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[ 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. ]

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[ Crowley groans, hand falling again as Blake moves away. ]

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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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

I haven't touched myself in days.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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...

[ Oh, does it feel like it should be, though. ]

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[ Crowley closes his lips tight in a smile. He can be obedient and he'll prove it to Blake. He won't say a word now, though he leans into Blake's touch with a gleam in his eye.

Bringing one hand up, he rests it on Blake's hip, hardly forgetting the hard cock that's sticking out of his pants, but merely shifting his focus to Blake, as usual. ]

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[ He won't pretend he doesn't find all of this extremely sexy, or lie about how his original intention's already been warped. Instead, he'll tell himself to be pleased to see that control in Crowley, and the way he just seems to accept all this will probably be worth something in the end.

Affectionately, he reaches out and captures the other man's chin, leaning down just slightly to offer a chaste kiss. The fingers of his other hand play just barely along Crowley's cock and then they're gone again and he's standing up straight. ]

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[ Crowley, usually the type to take control rather than give it, has found a fun sort of balance in the give-and-take between them. He can find pleasure in equal measure of both with Blake and that honestly surprises him.

He leans into the kiss, giving as much of himself as Blake will allow and making it quite clear with closed eyes and parted lips that he would have been more than happy to continue that.

Blake's fingers leave him breathless again, but he keeps his eyes closed this time, letting Blake take what he wants. ]

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[ What he wants and what he does are going to be two different things. Blake's mouth turns up on one side in the cockiest of smiles that Crowley can't see.

Goddamn does he make Blake feel drunk with power. Too much power, probably. He'll likely pay the price for his hubris later. For now, he'll use what assets he has for a stealthy exit, stage left. ]

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[ Crowley waits.

And he waits.

And he opens his eyes with a frown in time to see Blake walking away. He pushes himself up without bothering to fix anything and goes after him, grabbing Blake's wrist with inhuman strength. ]

Where do you think you're going?

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[ John stops, but only because he has to. He lifts his wrist, lifts his chin, gives Crowley a look. ]

Anywhere I wanna go, that's where.

[ It's quite challenging compared to John's typical tone. He doesn't believe Crowley can stop him, even if common sense says otherwise. ]

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[ Crowley studies Blake face, watching carefully for signs of what is and isn't part of the game. ]

No, I don't think you are.

[ He gives Blake a sharp tug towards the bed--not enough to injure, but enough to force a little movement out of him. ]

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[ Far be it for Blake to follow directions. He holds as firm and fast as his legs will allow, not quite willing to be the ragdoll of a demon. ]

Might not think that, but you oughta know it.

[ Is he purposefully being defiant? If he is, he's not letting that on. Crowley's just going to have to start guessing the rules of the game at this point. ]

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[ Crowley presses into Blake's space until there's barely a breath between them, grip tight enough that there's not much room for Blake to get away. ]

What's so important that you have to leave now?

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[ He can already feel the dull ache between his bones, the force of Crowley's grip enough to create discomfort. But Blake's not one to back down and the odds that the demon's going to do all that much worse are pretty slim. ]

Exactly nothin' that's any of your business, Crowley.

[ God, he loves to egg the other man on, though, doesn't he? It's like some kind of sickness as Blake practically measures atoms to get them as close to touching as possible without actually touching. ]

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Since when are you not my business?

[ He presses in further, dick pressing into Blake's pants almost painfully. God, he wants this so much and he knows that Blake is just trying to fuck with him. There are things Blake could say that would make Crowley drop it and let go, but he's not saying a single one of them. ]