[ Crowley's hand slips down, fingers lacing with Blake's good hand, tugging him towards the bathroom. He pauses next to the closet, opening the door to pull out a comfortable but simple folding chair.
[ John grabs up a pillow and props it up behind his back before taking a seat. ]
Woulda got to it eventually, y'know.
[ Which is to say, he doesn't particularly enjoy that he's got to be dependent on anyone (although, of all the people in Wonderland, Crowley's the one he's apt rely on most). ]
[ Crowley smirks, knowing that Blake's putting up a front and not really caring to knock it down. He pulls out his own shaving kit and it's a reminder of his age with its straight razor and brush. He intends to give Blake a treatment that few men get to have these days.
He gets to work, lathering up his shaving cream. ]
[ Quick to settle, John closes his eyes and waits for Crowley to finish whatever prep he's got ahead of him. He feels mild, but tired, quietly prepared for nothing serious to happen. This is almost like a respite for him in a lot of ways. ]
It's good you take care of me.
[ You know, if you were wondering at all whether this means anything. ]
[ Honestly, Blake can't argue with Crowley at this point. Especially after their confrontation with Dean. He'd had an opportunity to run, to save himself, but that just isn't written in John Blake's genes. ]
Same here.
[ He's going to keep the talking to a minimum from here on out because he knows it'll make things easier for Crowley, but in the meantime he can't help but think about how far they've come. It's no surprise no one's been able to stop them from visiting each other, is it? ]
[ Sometimes, Crowley is struck by how much Blake has affected him. He's changed, he knows, but he also feels something clawing at his gut when he looks at Blake too long. It's funny, because there are times when he doesn't want to look away. ]
Relax and stay as still as you can.
[ He moves over to the counter for his straight razor and a towel before coming back to straddle Blake's thighs. ]
[ No argument there. Blake's right hand rests on Crowley's hip and the other remains flat across his abdomen. He appreciates that solid weight on his legs and it allows him to relax back just a bit, allows him to put a little pressure on that shoulder that's been aching for days. ]
This is a treat. You are the king, and I'm just— a guy.
[ He opens the straight razor, holding it in his right hand. He rests his left on Blake's forehead--a reminder of his presence--so that Blake will keep himself still while the blade is on his skin.
The first swipe of the blade over Blake's throat creates a soft scraping sound in the quiet room and then he pulls it back to wipe the blade on his towel. ]
[ The feeling of the razor against his skin is different than he expected it would be. A chill bubbles up at the sensation, but he can't deny there's heat behind it.
Between stokes, Blake swallows and leans his head to expose more of his throat. Crowley could cut his neck in this moment and he'd never see it coming. There's an implicit trust, one that leads John to put his vitality very squarely in a demon's hands. ]
[ Crowley can feel his heart beating in his throat at Blake's words. There's something so very intimate about this and he relishes in the knowledge that Blake trusts him this much. He'd show Blake the same trust, even with a blade that would kill him.
Finished with Blake's throat, he moves onto his cheeks and chin, scraping away the shaving cream and hair with careful precision. ]
[ It creates a thin smile that Blake can't manage to control. What more do they need? What kingdom do they want beyond the four walls they share most days? In Wonderland there just isn't much worth ruling and since this is where they are and where they intend to stay, it feels right that it only really matters to them.
Fingers gently massaging Crowley's hip, Blake swallows down his fondness for the demon and lets him finish his task. It feels good. Better than he expected. He might have to ask for this more often, injured or otherwise. ]
[ Once he finishes, he reaches behind him to place the razor down and then he wipes Blake's face and neck with the towel. There's a quick kiss placed on Blake's lips and then Crowley reaches back again for his aftershave.
He rubs it into Blake's skin with gentle and practiced ease, massaging Blake's jaw. Truthfully, he never thought he would ever enjoy doting on someone like this, but it's all worth it for the feeling that Blake's little smile leave in his chest. This sort of intimate touch is such a comfort to him and he wants every bit of it that he can get. ]
Your loyalty means more to me than any silly house.
[ The personal attention leaves his stomach without a bottom, the foundation having fallen out some time ago with the invention of this relationship. He waits until the demon's done with the aftershave and then he leans in to steal a more pointed kiss, his arms moving around the other man despite the doctor's orders.
He feels so perfectly powerless sometimes, absolutely equivalent in legend to that of a dust mote, but Crowley still sees something there worth wanting. If this had been about sex or power he would have been gone long ago, but that's clearly not the case. Blake's neither easy nor convenient and the fact that they've maintained together for nearly a year speaks volumes in ways neither would typically acknowledge. ]
[ Finished with the razor, Crowley's less concerned with Blake staying still and he returns the kiss with a slow, deep-seeded heat. That he cares for Blake is hardly something he can deny anymore. Even if he'd tried before Dean's attack, he couldn't in the face of what it had felt like to watch Blake get attacked like that.
Crowley is attached, beyond fond and quickly falling into some new territory that he truly isn't used to treading. It's terrifying, but he isn't scared of Blake at all. ]
[ At one point it might have made sense to be afraid of Blake — especially for what he stands for — but recently the tides have turned and if ever the ship were to go down, it'd surely take them both just as swiftly as easily as can be. ]
You're good at it. Lotta practice. Makes sense.
[ He closes his eyes and just appreciates the proximity for the moment. ]
Wonder why you still gotta shave, though, if your body doesn't age. That's weird, right?
[ Not that Blake doesn't appreciate those very human aspects of Crowley. In fact, he'd miss them if they were gone. ]
Ahh, it's--it used to grow a lot slower than it does now.
[ He purses his lips and hopes that Blake won't ask what it means, because he's honestly not sure and if he's truthful, what he can piece together is even more frightening than his affections for Blake.
Standing slowly, he takes Blake's good hand and tugs him up so that he can lead him to the bed. ]
[ It certainly raises questions, though Blake doesn't bother voicing them. Allowing himself to be pulled along, he stops at the edge of the bed, his fingers crawling up to brush over the demon's wrist. ]
I like it.
[ Which is to say, he appreciates all of Crowley in almost every state he finds himself. As if to illustrate that point, he mimics the demon's earlier motion, his fingers tracing over Crowley's jaw. ]
Looks great on you. 'Specially when it's all you're wearin.
Well you know I'm happy to model for you any time.
[ He turns his head to kiss Blake's palm. It's disgustingly saccharine, but he's just recently watched Blake get beaten unconscious, so he thinks he's allowed a moment of private weakness with his most loyal subject. ]
[ He has what he wants, and that's probably the craziest part of all of this. Really, all it takes is a walk down a couple floors and Blake's pretty satisfied.
Grinning, he tugs gently at the other man's clothes, guiding them both down on to the bed. ]
That's good, 'cause I'm not ready for the night to be over too quickly. Can always sleep later.
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He sets it up by the sink. ]
Sit.
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Woulda got to it eventually, y'know.
[ Which is to say, he doesn't particularly enjoy that he's got to be dependent on anyone (although, of all the people in Wonderland, Crowley's the one he's apt rely on most). ]
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[ Crowley smirks, knowing that Blake's putting up a front and not really caring to knock it down. He pulls out his own shaving kit and it's a reminder of his age with its straight razor and brush. He intends to give Blake a treatment that few men get to have these days.
He gets to work, lathering up his shaving cream. ]
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It's good you take care of me.
[ You know, if you were wondering at all whether this means anything. ]
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Someone has to. [ And then softer; ] I'm glad it's me.
[ As he spreads the shaving cream over Blake's jaw, his other hand moves idly to Blake's hair, massaging his scalp gently. ]
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Same here.
[ He's going to keep the talking to a minimum from here on out because he knows it'll make things easier for Crowley, but in the meantime he can't help but think about how far they've come. It's no surprise no one's been able to stop them from visiting each other, is it? ]
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Relax and stay as still as you can.
[ He moves over to the counter for his straight razor and a towel before coming back to straddle Blake's thighs. ]
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This is a treat. You are the king, and I'm just— a guy.
[ Or close enough, at least for these purposes. ]
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[ He opens the straight razor, holding it in his right hand. He rests his left on Blake's forehead--a reminder of his presence--so that Blake will keep himself still while the blade is on his skin.
The first swipe of the blade over Blake's throat creates a soft scraping sound in the quiet room and then he pulls it back to wipe the blade on his towel. ]
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Between stokes, Blake swallows and leans his head to expose more of his throat. Crowley could cut his neck in this moment and he'd never see it coming. There's an implicit trust, one that leads John to put his vitality very squarely in a demon's hands. ]
King enough for me.
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Finished with Blake's throat, he moves onto his cheeks and chin, scraping away the shaving cream and hair with careful precision. ]
Then I guess I have my kingdom.
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Fingers gently massaging Crowley's hip, Blake swallows down his fondness for the demon and lets him finish his task. It feels good. Better than he expected. He might have to ask for this more often, injured or otherwise. ]
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He rubs it into Blake's skin with gentle and practiced ease, massaging Blake's jaw. Truthfully, he never thought he would ever enjoy doting on someone like this, but it's all worth it for the feeling that Blake's little smile leave in his chest. This sort of intimate touch is such a comfort to him and he wants every bit of it that he can get. ]
Your loyalty means more to me than any silly house.
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He feels so perfectly powerless sometimes, absolutely equivalent in legend to that of a dust mote, but Crowley still sees something there worth wanting. If this had been about sex or power he would have been gone long ago, but that's clearly not the case. Blake's neither easy nor convenient and the fact that they've maintained together for nearly a year speaks volumes in ways neither would typically acknowledge. ]
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Crowley is attached, beyond fond and quickly falling into some new territory that he truly isn't used to treading. It's terrifying, but he isn't scared of Blake at all. ]
Nothing beats an old fashioned shave.
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You're good at it. Lotta practice. Makes sense.
[ He closes his eyes and just appreciates the proximity for the moment. ]
Wonder why you still gotta shave, though, if your body doesn't age. That's weird, right?
[ Not that Blake doesn't appreciate those very human aspects of Crowley. In fact, he'd miss them if they were gone. ]
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[ He purses his lips and hopes that Blake won't ask what it means, because he's honestly not sure and if he's truthful, what he can piece together is even more frightening than his affections for Blake.
Standing slowly, he takes Blake's good hand and tugs him up so that he can lead him to the bed. ]
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I like it.
[ Which is to say, he appreciates all of Crowley in almost every state he finds himself. As if to illustrate that point, he mimics the demon's earlier motion, his fingers tracing over Crowley's jaw. ]
Looks great on you. 'Specially when it's all you're wearin.
[ Just sayin'. ]
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[ He turns his head to kiss Blake's palm. It's disgustingly saccharine, but he's just recently watched Blake get beaten unconscious, so he thinks he's allowed a moment of private weakness with his most loyal subject. ]
First lap dance is on the house.
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Just the first one, eh? Suspect there'll be a barter system in place for the rest. That's right, isn't it?
[ His hand slips around and grasps Crowley's ass just because he knows at least one form of "currency" Crowley can appreciate. ]
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I think you'll find it to be a fair system. It's weighted highly in your favor.
[ With a smile, he leans in to kiss Blake. ]
Why don't you lie down and get comfortable?
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Bit early for bed, don't you think?
[ As if he doesn't know where this could potentially steer them... ]
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[ His thumb brushes the back of Blake's hand. ]
We could do anything you want.
[ He finds that he doesn't even care if it's sex or just lying there together. ]
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Grinning, he tugs gently at the other man's clothes, guiding them both down on to the bed. ]
That's good, 'cause I'm not ready for the night to be over too quickly. Can always sleep later.
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You can sleep whenever you like.
[ He settles on his side next to Blake. ]
What do you want to do now?
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