[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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?
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ He practically growls as he rocks against Blake. After everything Blake's put him through the past few days, it's really no wonder that he thinks he could come just from this. As he grinds against Blake, that hand on Blake's hip moves from its bruising grip to slip around until he's groping Blake roughly. ]
Would you like me to torture you the way you've been torturing me? Hmm?
[ Despite the amount of control Blake can typically exhibit, when Crowley gropes him, he lets out a small gasp. His forehead presses forward against the wall and John tries to keep his breathing even. ]
Think you already know how that's gonna go.
[ He actually can't say himself, but he tries bluffing anyway. ]
[ He keeps rocking against Blake, his own breath hitching against Blake's skin. His hand stays were it is, rough and teasing with very little aim to actually give Blake any relief. ]
I think it ends with you begging me, desperate and needy for it.
[ Or maybe it ends with Blake taking what he wants the same way Crowley is now. Crowley finds either outcome equally appealing. ]
[ John's not so sure he agrees with Crowley's assessment, not sure he even hears those words being uttered, but at the end of the day, they're only as harmless (or harmful) as he makes them out to be. ]
Need is a strong word.
[ But in this case, want is twice as strong. And Blake does want what he wants, which is what Crowley has.
His hand drops down and he reaches it back to grab for Crowley's hip, urging him closer. ]
[ Crowley is probably a bit of a sucker for Blake, even if he's unlikely to admit that out loud. That encouraging hand gets to him and he groans in Blake's ear, grinding harder as his stubble scrapes against Blake's skin.
He's so close and Blake is so unbelievably hot and here like this, all of the stress and strain of Wonderland melts away until nothing matters but Crowley's intent interest in both of their dicks. ]
Is it?
[ There's not much coordination to it, but he does manage to get the button on Blake's fly open. ]
[ The deftness of the demon's hand doesn't go unnoticed, but Blake's wagering that Crowley's going to get there much faster, so even if he does manage to draw out Blake's torture, it's going to be only worsening his own. ]
It is. If I required this, I woulda taken it already.
[ There's certainly a smirk in his voice. ]
Sound familiar? Pretty sure you're the one in need here.
[ He slips his hand into Blake's pants, absent and without much direction to his movements. His fingers wrap around Blake, but he's far more focused in his own approaching release.
Opening his mouth to respond, the words don't quite make it and Crowley bites down on the skin where Blake's neck and shoulder meet. In finding his release, he's perhaps made a mess of the back of Blake's pants, but that's not really a concern right now and he leans heavily on the arm that's still on the wall, panting against Blake's skin. ]
God, you're a bastard. How would you like it if I teased you for the better part of a week?
[ There's a good chance Blake will just abuse the closet and replace whatever's ruined, but he's not exactly thinking about that right now. Instead, he's biting back his desire and breathing heavily against the wall as Crowley threatens him. ]
How d'you think I'd like it? Might be the best week of my life, I dunno.
[ He's certain Crowley would make it the most exquisite torture, but would he even be able to follow through? ]
[ Crowley smiles against Blake's skin, sluggish and affectionate now. ]
We'll see, won't we?
[ Taking his other arm off the wall, he slides Blake's pants down over his hips so that he can free Blake's dick. Then he wraps his arm around Blake's middle and starts to walk him backwards from the wall, mindful of the fact that neither of them are really wearing their pants correctly at the moment. ]
I have other ways of torturing you, though, don't I?
You are the King of Hell. Pretty sure you'd better have other ways of torturin' me.
[ Be that by good means or bad, Blake has no trouble making that assertion. If Crowley's going to be the best, he ought to be the best at everything involved in that.
Following the demon's lead, he trusts the other man to get him where he needs to go. ]
You sure you really wanna start this? [ Says the man who very clearly started this. ]
[ Crowley does know all sorts of torture, but it's only the fun kind that he has any interest in doling on Blake.
He leads Blake in front of the mirror, knowing full well what a bastard he's being right now as he grins at Blake and tries to catch his eye in the reflection. ]
Look at you.
[ He wraps his fingers around Blake again, gentle and teasing. ]
[ Admittedly, this isn't quite the move Blake expected from Crowley, but as soon as he gets the bigger picture, he has to admit that the demon really does know exactly how to get under a person's skin.
Without looking at himself, John's eyes focus on Crowley's through the reflection of the mirror. He knows how he must look but actually taking note of that fact hasn't ever been on Blake's agenda. ]
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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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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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What's so important that you have to leave now?
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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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[ 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. ]
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I'm not my business. An' I'm not technically yours, anyway, am I?
[ Just sayin'. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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You're filthy.
[ He kind of loves it. It's the kind of filthy he can get behind. Or sometimes gets behind him. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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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[ He practically growls as he rocks against Blake. After everything Blake's put him through the past few days, it's really no wonder that he thinks he could come just from this. As he grinds against Blake, that hand on Blake's hip moves from its bruising grip to slip around until he's groping Blake roughly. ]
Would you like me to torture you the way you've been torturing me? Hmm?
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Think you already know how that's gonna go.
[ He actually can't say himself, but he tries bluffing anyway. ]
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[ He keeps rocking against Blake, his own breath hitching against Blake's skin. His hand stays were it is, rough and teasing with very little aim to actually give Blake any relief. ]
I think it ends with you begging me, desperate and needy for it.
[ Or maybe it ends with Blake taking what he wants the same way Crowley is now. Crowley finds either outcome equally appealing. ]
Poor Blake just needs Crowley's cock so much.
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Need is a strong word.
[ But in this case, want is twice as strong. And Blake does want what he wants, which is what Crowley has.
His hand drops down and he reaches it back to grab for Crowley's hip, urging him closer. ]
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He's so close and Blake is so unbelievably hot and here like this, all of the stress and strain of Wonderland melts away until nothing matters but Crowley's intent interest in both of their dicks. ]
Is it?
[ There's not much coordination to it, but he does manage to get the button on Blake's fly open. ]
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It is. If I required this, I woulda taken it already.
[ There's certainly a smirk in his voice. ]
Sound familiar? Pretty sure you're the one in need here.
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Opening his mouth to respond, the words don't quite make it and Crowley bites down on the skin where Blake's neck and shoulder meet. In finding his release, he's perhaps made a mess of the back of Blake's pants, but that's not really a concern right now and he leans heavily on the arm that's still on the wall, panting against Blake's skin. ]
God, you're a bastard. How would you like it if I teased you for the better part of a week?
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How d'you think I'd like it? Might be the best week of my life, I dunno.
[ He's certain Crowley would make it the most exquisite torture, but would he even be able to follow through? ]
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We'll see, won't we?
[ Taking his other arm off the wall, he slides Blake's pants down over his hips so that he can free Blake's dick. Then he wraps his arm around Blake's middle and starts to walk him backwards from the wall, mindful of the fact that neither of them are really wearing their pants correctly at the moment. ]
I have other ways of torturing you, though, don't I?
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[ Be that by good means or bad, Blake has no trouble making that assertion. If Crowley's going to be the best, he ought to be the best at everything involved in that.
Following the demon's lead, he trusts the other man to get him where he needs to go. ]
You sure you really wanna start this? [ Says the man who very clearly started this. ]
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He leads Blake in front of the mirror, knowing full well what a bastard he's being right now as he grins at Blake and tries to catch his eye in the reflection. ]
Look at you.
[ He wraps his fingers around Blake again, gentle and teasing. ]
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Without looking at himself, John's eyes focus on Crowley's through the reflection of the mirror. He knows how he must look but actually taking note of that fact hasn't ever been on Blake's agenda. ]
You play dirtier'n I do.
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[ He rubs his thumb over Blake's head, kissing his jaw as he carefully maintains eye contact. ]
You're positively beautiful like this, you know that?
[ His touches build up a slow, teasing rhythm. It's one unlikely to get anyone anywhere other than frustrated. ]
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