[ 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. ]
[ He's not sure if it's a victory or the best kind of defeat, because they might have both held out for a week, and Blake a little longer, but in the long run, it's more like minutes than hours or weeks that he's being left to suffer. Crowley's benevolent, much kinder than the King of Hell should be, considering. And you'll never hear Blake complain. ]
Ah, fuck— Jesus, think you're gonna— Might set some kinda record here...
[ It's all breathless as John murmurs and barely resists squirming. He's so close, so very close already. ]
[ There's nothing that gets Crowley off more than hearing Blake like this. He gets nearly drunk on the power of it all, because he really has come to see Blake for what he is and he's hardly the sort of man who's easily brought down like this.
The compliments don't really hurt Crowley's power-trip, either, and he takes Blake's words as a challenge to beat that imaginary record. ]
[ Blake's the goddamn Batman (or close enough). He should probably be ashamed it's so easy, but even "so easy" here is probably loads better than the majority of people.
Grasping almost desperately, John finds his hands in Crowley's hair, not guiding him, but enjoying the extra dimension it allows him. From there, it's not another twenty whole seconds before he's shuddering with release.
Christ, it's practically an explosion, the orgasm so powerful it even brings his hips up off the bed just a bit. ]
[ Crowley, even in his expert skill, is a little surprised by the force of it and he gags a little, so that's definitely some sort of record for Blake to achieve. He can't remember the last time that happened.
Once he pulls back, he crawls up Blake's body with a wicked grin, a drop of Blake still on his lips. ]
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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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Ah, fuck— Jesus, think you're gonna— Might set some kinda record here...
[ It's all breathless as John murmurs and barely resists squirming. He's so close, so very close already. ]
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The compliments don't really hurt Crowley's power-trip, either, and he takes Blake's words as a challenge to beat that imaginary record. ]
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Grasping almost desperately, John finds his hands in Crowley's hair, not guiding him, but enjoying the extra dimension it allows him. From there, it's not another twenty whole seconds before he's shuddering with release.
Christ, it's practically an explosion, the orgasm so powerful it even brings his hips up off the bed just a bit. ]
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Once he pulls back, he crawls up Blake's body with a wicked grin, a drop of Blake still on his lips. ]
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With Crowley right there, John responds with one arm cradling him. The other reaches up to thumb away the cum on Crowley's lips. ]
Fuckin' fantastic. A good night to stay in.
[ Even if this totally defeats the whole purpose of this so-called exercise. ]
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I'm feeling content with all of the choices that have brought me here.
[ He kisses Blake's jaw, soft and almost absent. ]