[ 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. ]
[ Blake practically squirms, his eyes sliding closed, his head tipping back against the man behind him. He probably deserves this, but there'll always be a cocky side of him that bucks against the status quo. ]
Wouldn't say so if those hands on me belonged to someone else.
[ Not that they would, but again, it all comes back to perception. ]
[ Crowley hums in agreement. If he's honest with himself, and every once in a while he is, he would probably kill anyone else who tried to touch Blake like this now. ]
No, I like you right where you are.
[ He built up a slow, teasing rhythm as he kissed along Blake's throat. ]
[ There's no denying it's getting to him. Blake's eyebrows betray enough as they edge downward. He's probably the most unguarded when he's around Crowley, and now that he's being played like an instrument, there's even less control left in his limbs.
[ Crowley pauses his movement, removing his hand entirely and grinning at Blake's reflection before he bites down on the exposed flesh Blake is offering.
After a moment's pause, just slightly more than a beat, his hand returns to its teasing. ]
[ Somewhere between wanting relief and wanting to be left go completely, John groans out a long and low moan, his voice as wanton as ever. The bite aches pleasantly, and when accompanied with Crowley's skilled hand, it's no wonder John's legs are threatening to waver beneath him. ]
Can't keep this up.
[ It's anyone's guess if he's referring to Crowley or himself. ]
[ Crowley is certain that he could keep it up a pretty long time if he wanted to. He's also sure that Blake could keep up anything right now because he's at Crowley's mercy and Crowley is quite capable of holding him up for a while.
He kisses over the bite, anchoring his free arm around Blake to better catch him if he starts to slip down. ]
Personally, I wouldn't mind taking my time with you.
[ He probably won't lose control — that's not in Blake, not really — but there are times where Crowley drives him near close to the edge, where he very nearly pushes Blake over the breaking point.
John's voice turns into a low, long, drawn out tone. ]
Can't keep me here forever.
[ He could try, but eventually Blake would find time to slip away, probably sexually exhausted and ready for a break by that point.
For now, he's very close to noting that Crowley's thoroughly proven his point here. ]
[ The shudder that moves through John is everything either of them need to know that Crowley's absolutely right. Gnawing at his lower lip, Blake's fingers scrape at whatever he can reach, more intent to have the demon closer than he was even a moment before. ]
What good would I be then?
[ He's surely Crowley has an answer, or that he'd restore Blake, but sometimes there is that real possibility that Crowley will take Blake apart and then never put him back together again. ]
[ Crowley's smile only widens, shark-like and predatory. Blake would be beautiful like that, but of course Crowley would put him back together. Blake is probably the one person he would truly care to.
Instead of answering right away, Crowley takes pity and wraps his hand around Blake's cock again, working up the same slow teasing rhythm as earlier. His breath is hot against Blake's ear as he whispers. ]
[ The quiet words drive Blake very nearly to the breaking point. He resists the urge to rip himself from the demon's grip and take what he wants, but just barely. He resists begging, but just barely. In fact, the only thing he doesn't resist is a short but telling whimper that escapes as Crowley begins building him back up. ]
A-ah...
[ He knows that if he gives in now, he'll never live it down. Not in a million years, and not to himself. He just got done boasting, he can't start begging now. ]
[ The sounds that come out of Blake drive Crowley a little crazy, but what else is new? He lays wet kisses along all of Blake's accessible skin, keeping up his slow and steady rhythm. ]
[ There's this moment where Blake thinks he might tumble right over that edge and come anyway, but then... then something sinks in and he almost stops. His eyes open and he looks at Crowley, still half-gone but fighting nonetheless. ]
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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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Wouldn't say so if those hands on me belonged to someone else.
[ Not that they would, but again, it all comes back to perception. ]
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No, I like you right where you are.
[ He built up a slow, teasing rhythm as he kissed along Blake's throat. ]
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John tips his head to give Crowley more access. ]
—Jesus Christ...
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[ Crowley pauses his movement, removing his hand entirely and grinning at Blake's reflection before he bites down on the exposed flesh Blake is offering.
After a moment's pause, just slightly more than a beat, his hand returns to its teasing. ]
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Can't keep this up.
[ It's anyone's guess if he's referring to Crowley or himself. ]
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[ Crowley is certain that he could keep it up a pretty long time if he wanted to. He's also sure that Blake could keep up anything right now because he's at Crowley's mercy and Crowley is quite capable of holding him up for a while.
He kisses over the bite, anchoring his free arm around Blake to better catch him if he starts to slip down. ]
Personally, I wouldn't mind taking my time with you.
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John's voice turns into a low, long, drawn out tone. ]
Can't keep me here forever.
[ He could try, but eventually Blake would find time to slip away, probably sexually exhausted and ready for a break by that point.
For now, he's very close to noting that Crowley's thoroughly proven his point here. ]
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[ He scrapes his teeth along Blake's skin gently, his hand pausing and leaving again. ]
I would take you apart so slowly that you would forget your own name and I still wouldn't be finished with you.
[ With a wicked glint in his eye, he gives Blake one teasing stroke from base to tip. ]
Give you just the hint of a promise until it was all you could remember.
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What good would I be then?
[ He's surely Crowley has an answer, or that he'd restore Blake, but sometimes there is that real possibility that Crowley will take Blake apart and then never put him back together again. ]
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Instead of answering right away, Crowley takes pity and wraps his hand around Blake's cock again, working up the same slow teasing rhythm as earlier. His breath is hot against Blake's ear as he whispers. ]
I love watching you like this.
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A-ah...
[ He knows that if he gives in now, he'll never live it down. Not in a million years, and not to himself. He just got done boasting, he can't start begging now. ]
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So eloquent. So beautiful... and so very mine.
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Eloquent?
[ That's a first. ]
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[ He kisses Blake's cheek once, thumbing over the head of Blake's dick. His arm tightens around Blake's waist. ]
Come on, sweetheart.
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Come on, nothin'. We oughta get cleaned up if this is goin' nowhere.
[ He leans his head, cranes his neck to peck at whatever bit of Crowley his lips can reach. ]
Stuff to do, y'know...
[ But he doesn't sound entirely convinced. ]
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