[ 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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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. ]