[ 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. ]
[ Falling into that kiss, Blake turns and adjusts and separates them until he can put them back together, his erection pressing into Crowley's front as he heats up that kiss. When he pulls back, it's only far enough to talk, his eyes remaining closed. ]
Unless you're puttin' me to bed for the night, think I'd better finish my to-do list before lettin' you get to yours.
[ But he's not beyond letting Crowley make that decision. ]
[ Crowley can feel Blake against him and he reflects that while he is excellent at torture, he's perhaps not always the most patient and he'd really like to get Blake off right now. ]
I wouldn't mind putting you to bed as long as your list can wait until tomorrow.
[ Blake follows suit, nipping back at the demon's mouth, letting his mouth wander. His fingers curl into the demon's shirt and even with their pants around their ankles, he's walking them toward the bed. ]
If it can wait, then you don't gotta stop.
[ Which is to say, he doesn't mind letting Crowley do whatever he pleases. ]
[ Crowley hums, taking the hint easily and backing towards the bed. When the back of his calves touch it, he pauses to toe off his shoes and step out of his pants, but he keeps his hands on Blake's hips the whole time. ]
Then I get I'm putting you to bed, aren't I?
[ His hands slide down to rub at Blake's bare thighs. ]
[ This is exactly what gets Blake into trouble. When given the chance, he might as well forego the lies he tells himself and admit that he's pretty taken with Crowley's approach. His fingers push into Crowley's hair and he lets out a happy noise. ]
Mm, you'd better.
[ He takes in a deep breath and reaches down between them, unable to stop from leisurely stroking himself. ]
[ Amazing how this started hot and only got hotter. John follows the direction, gets out of his shoes and his pants and leaves Crowley to deal with the rest.
It's a short distance from A to B and as soon as he's free of his clothes, he stretches out on to the bed like a lazy lizard ready to bask in the sun. ]
You're impossible. It's amazin' how I get anythin' done with you 'round.
[ The attention is much appreciated. John practically wiggles in anticipation, his hips moving slightly back and forth as if to entice the demon. He wants this now, wants Crowley to show him some (haha) blessed relief. ]
Now is a great time to stop keepin' things from me, so you know...
[ He probably means that to encompass the whole of this situation, to be honest. The situation with Bucky still hadn't left his mind. ]
[ What. A. Bastard. Crowley reads right between the lines, because Blake wants release, but he doesn't ever want this fantastic torture to end. It feels great, but he also knows it's doing him few favors. ]
Guess you're finally catchin' on.
[ Despite being in the form of punishment (of some variety) Blake had enjoyed leaving Crowley wanting and ready for more. It gave them both an edge that Blake can't deny has been helpful. ]
But I'm no pushover.
[ Which means he's wrapping a hand around Crowley's and forcing him to pump a little faster, a little more insistently. ]
[ He lets Blake force his pace, but he makes Blake do the work for it, keeping his grip firm enough, but letting Blake move it.
Instead he focuses his attention on Blake's inner thigh where he ducks his head to suck a bruise into the skin. He's not so childish as to mark Blake where anyone else would see, but he knows he's the only one who will see this. There's something incredibly arousing about the idea of marking Blake, laying claim to his skin, if only temporarily. ]
I pity the person who underestimates you like that.
[ There's such a fine line to toe and Blake rides it as best he can, his hand driving one sense of pleasure, Crowley's lips the other. He doesn't mind marks, never has, and when he was a teenager, he wore hickeys like badges of honor. More than once he was sent home for a sweater just to cover up the excessive necklace of purple marks (only to skip out on the rest of the day, anyway). He's never been particularly shy in that regard.
But sometimes it's different, and Blake considers that as he loses himself in this scenario. They're hardly secretive, but there some things better left between two people, and this act feels like one of them. If nothing else, Blake likes the idea of something he can think on without being obvious, something given to him by Crowley and just for him. It's probably the only marker of exclusivity that John appreciates.
He feels oddly pleased, unable to keep himself from grinning widely. Maybe it's taken years, maybe it's been fundamentally detrimental to Blake's initial cause, but this sort of selfish lifestyle feels deserved on some level and he doesn't concern himself over the details so much now that things have evened out, almost gotten good.
It isn't what he expected, but now he can't imagine giving this up. ]
—you're the smartest person I know.
[ Abrupt, yes, but Blake doesn't seem all that surprised to say so. ]
[ Crowley drags his teeth over Blake's skin before smiling up at him, free of the posturing from earlier. ]
Of course I am. I saw you and I knew exactly what I was looking at.
[ He kisses the skin he's just marked. It's been two years since they met and Crowley's wanted Blake for most of it in one capacity or another. Blake's always been attractive and valuable to him. ]
I've always had an eye for for this sort of thing.
[ Shifting, he uses his free hand to bat away Blake's and then he lowers his mouth onto Blake, sucking the head. ]
[ John's not sure if he's being compared to a fine antique or not, but the amusement, and what he takes as reverence, isn't lost on him. At least, not until there's a mouth on his cock and then everything goes out the window.
He lets out a long groan, already worked up, already ready and fit to burst. It won't take much, not with the both of them teasing each other all this time, but Blake's not quite ready. ]
[ With a hum of agreement, Crowley sinks down on Blake with enthusiasm and intent. He's perhaps not the most patient person and as fun as teasing is, Blake's been so good Crowley feels eager to get him off.
He's good at this and he knows he is and when it comes to Blake, he never holds back that skill. ]
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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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[ He lets Blake still his hand, but that doesn't stop him from giving Blake a little squeeze. ]
As it turns out, I'm a lot nicer than you are. Who would have guessed.
[ Shifting, he manages to kiss Blake at an awkward angle. ]
Unless you want it to go nowhere. Tell me what you want.
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Unless you're puttin' me to bed for the night, think I'd better finish my to-do list before lettin' you get to yours.
[ But he's not beyond letting Crowley make that decision. ]
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I wouldn't mind putting you to bed as long as your list can wait until tomorrow.
[ He nips at Blake's lower lip. ]
I can stop teasing.
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If it can wait, then you don't gotta stop.
[ Which is to say, he doesn't mind letting Crowley do whatever he pleases. ]
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Then I get I'm putting you to bed, aren't I?
[ His hands slide down to rub at Blake's bare thighs. ]
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Mm, you'd better.
[ He takes in a deep breath and reaches down between them, unable to stop from leisurely stroking himself. ]
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Why don't you get undressed and lie down for me?
[ He's already working Blake's shirt open. ]
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It's a short distance from A to B and as soon as he's free of his clothes, he stretches out on to the bed like a lazy lizard ready to bask in the sun. ]
You're impossible. It's amazin' how I get anythin' done with you 'round.
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You get plenty done. You do me all the time.
[ He drags his hands up Blake's calves as he moves closer and then his thighs. ]
And sex is good for your body and mind. I keep you in excellent shape.
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You certainly do that, yeah. I'm definitely not complainin'... much.
[ Or at all, really, but since they're already teasing, he thinks it's fine. ]
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Well then you're welcome.
[ He kisses his way up the inside of Blake's thigh, pausing just short of his cock. ]
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Now is a great time to stop keepin' things from me, so you know...
[ He probably means that to encompass the whole of this situation, to be honest. The situation with Bucky still hadn't left his mind. ]
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[ Crowley shifts to lean on his left elbow so that his right hand can go right back to that teasing rhythm from earlier. ]
I don't know... this is sort of fun.
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Guess you're finally catchin' on.
[ Despite being in the form of punishment (of some variety) Blake had enjoyed leaving Crowley wanting and ready for more. It gave them both an edge that Blake can't deny has been helpful. ]
But I'm no pushover.
[ Which means he's wrapping a hand around Crowley's and forcing him to pump a little faster, a little more insistently. ]
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[ He lets Blake force his pace, but he makes Blake do the work for it, keeping his grip firm enough, but letting Blake move it.
Instead he focuses his attention on Blake's inner thigh where he ducks his head to suck a bruise into the skin. He's not so childish as to mark Blake where anyone else would see, but he knows he's the only one who will see this. There's something incredibly arousing about the idea of marking Blake, laying claim to his skin, if only temporarily. ]
I pity the person who underestimates you like that.
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But sometimes it's different, and Blake considers that as he loses himself in this scenario. They're hardly secretive, but there some things better left between two people, and this act feels like one of them. If nothing else, Blake likes the idea of something he can think on without being obvious, something given to him by Crowley and just for him. It's probably the only marker of exclusivity that John appreciates.
He feels oddly pleased, unable to keep himself from grinning widely. Maybe it's taken years, maybe it's been fundamentally detrimental to Blake's initial cause, but this sort of selfish lifestyle feels deserved on some level and he doesn't concern himself over the details so much now that things have evened out, almost gotten good.
It isn't what he expected, but now he can't imagine giving this up. ]
—you're the smartest person I know.
[ Abrupt, yes, but Blake doesn't seem all that surprised to say so. ]
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Of course I am. I saw you and I knew exactly what I was looking at.
[ He kisses the skin he's just marked. It's been two years since they met and Crowley's wanted Blake for most of it in one capacity or another. Blake's always been attractive and valuable to him. ]
I've always had an eye for for this sort of thing.
[ Shifting, he uses his free hand to bat away Blake's and then he lowers his mouth onto Blake, sucking the head. ]
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He lets out a long groan, already worked up, already ready and fit to burst. It won't take much, not with the both of them teasing each other all this time, but Blake's not quite ready. ]
God, your mouth is perfect...
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He's good at this and he knows he is and when it comes to Blake, he never holds back that skill. ]
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