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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. ]

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

I haven't touched myself in days.

[ 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...

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

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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?

[ 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. ]

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. ]

[ If Blake felt any bit like he wasn't in control he'd surely sever the connection, but as it stands, his feet are on solid ground and he knows it. His head tips back like he's a Hollywood starlet and he looks on, defiant but half-lidded. ]

I'm not my business. An' I'm not technically yours, anyway, am I?

[ Just sayin'. ]

I don't know. Are you?

[ He voice is mocking, aggressive as he crowds Blake into the wall, trapping Blake there with his body. ]

I think you might be right now.

[ Blake's jawline is far too tempting and Crowley nips at his skin. ]

[ He doesn't exactly have anywhere to go, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't find a reason to back down. Instead, he keeps his jaw tight and his chin tilted up, not struggling, but definitely not relaxed. ]

Just not feelin' it. You sure you got me?

[ At this point he'd take whatever Crowley dished out, knowing full well that the other man wouldn't cause any lasting damage. Hell, he probably wouldn't approach crossing any lines, not anymore. ]

[ Crowley's breath is hot against Blake's ear as he whispers. ]

Positive.

[ He rolls his hips against Blake once and licks the side of his face. Bringing a hand down between them, he cups Blake through his pants. ]

I've got you right where I want you.

[ No mistaking the pleasure that brings. But Blake's doing his best to hold back, his lower lip captured between his teeth for that initial wave of excitement the contact brings. ]

You're filthy.

[ He kind of loves it. It's the kind of filthy he can get behind. Or sometimes gets behind him. ]

You love it.

[ He nips at Blake's ear and then grabs his bicep to turn him around until he's trapped with Crowley at his back and the wall in front of him. ]

You burn for it and you can't wait to see what I offer next. You eat everything up like it's what you've craved all your life and only I can deliver it.

[ With one hand braced on the wall, he brings the other down to grab Blake's hip and he rolls his hips against, grinding against Blake's backside. ]

[ Blake finds himself pressed to the wall, his hands played out against the wall. He's got nowhere to go, but then again, he doesn't exactly feel like moving, does he? At least, not away from this, not yet. ]

Guess you've got me pegged.

[ Who could argue against that, though? John presses his ass back into Crowley, fully aware of how it'll drive him mad. ]

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