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Crowley's exhausted. After the latest event, he's worn out and ready to get back to the status quo. He sends off a quick text to check in with Blake and collapses on his bed. He may not need to sleep, but that does't mean he doesn't like a good nap when he's tired and this is a sort of thing that he feels down to his bones.

Before he gets to his bed, he manages to peel off his pants and shirt, leaving him lying there in his underwear, undershirt and socks.

He has just enough wit about him to leave the door unlocked for Blake. At this point, he knows the dog will wake him if anyone else tries to get in, anyway.

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Even something as simple as that is enough to get Blake groaning again. He's in a strange enough mood and with Crowley somewhat unaware of his actions, it feels like icing on the proverbial cake. He can't help but enjoy the fact that he can elicit such a strong reaction from someone as powerful as this demon.

John rolls his thumb over the head of Crowley's dick and then lets go in favor of pulling away the fabric of his clothing, his aim to loose the other man completely from the confines of his pants.

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Awake, Crowley might have been able to hold back the whimper when Blake pulls away, but he doesn't quite manage like this and Blake's lack of attention after that has Crowley shifting restlessly beneath him as he works on Crowley's pants.

Perhaps this will be a lesson in leaving himself so vulnerable and open to Blake, but then it's not the most unpleasant of lessons to learn.

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Ah, but Crowley, haven't you managed to catch on yet? Over time, John Blake has been slowing chipping away at your defenses, and you might not know it, but he's long-since found your vulnerable areas. It's a credit to Crowley, though, that Blake doesn't need to use that knowledge against him... yet.

For now, he just takes the whimpering to mean good things and focuses on Crowley's clear desire (by way of his own). In one long, long lick, he draws his tongue over the length of the demon's penis, from balls to tip, like he's indulging in some kind of dessert.