hay thar bb! I rolled comfort/1, but we can see how this goes. Say, just after he got cursed? lolsoulkinkMarch 8 2012, 23:38:50 UTC
[Usually, when Crowley showed up to harass the fallen angel, it was in silence, with the first noise being that drawling of his voice. Hello, Angel. This time it was different. There was a flutter of wings that might have signaled one of his brothers had caught up with him.
Instead, it's Crowley, in his usual impeccable suit, but there are wings peering over his shoulders. Huge things, with black, glossy feathers that shine by the fading light. To say that Crowley looks cross would be the understatement of the century. As if having to pull the Winchesters out of the fires they seem to insist on throwing themselves into, now he has sodding wings for his trouble.
He doesn't exactly know why he's here (where else would he go?) but it somehow seemed fitting.]
This is something angels do for other angels that they are... close to.
[Even with the distrust between them, Castiel would be lying if he said he lacked any sort of fondness for Crowley. He likes him a great deal more than many of his own brothers at the moment, including Gabriel.
He let his hands wander through the feathers lightly, leaving soft touches and straightening them out. They were already looking neater and more relaxed and he'd barely touched them. Perhaps Crowley just needed to get used to feeling them and he would be fine until they could convince Gabriel to fix it.]
[Slightest of pauses when he speaks, deciding that making it obvious that he gets pleasure from it might not be his best course of action; he's not sure how Castiel would take that and he really doesn't want him to stop.
Really, the more that the angel touched his wings, the less that they felt strange and awkward. Personally, he had rather been under the impression that Gabriel wasn't particularly inclined to take them back, but maybe Castiel could be more convincing with his brother.]
[He's suddenly worried they might be overly sensitive. Maybe he's hurting Crowley. It would be hard enough having to deal with them without Castiel making it worse. He's hurt his wings before and it's about the worst pain he can imagine.
Castiel would probably not be more convincing. Gabriel was about as inclined to listen to Castiel as Dean was to listen to Sam when they were teenagers.]
[There's a slight whine that Crowley tries to smother when Castiel's hands pause, his wings pressing into his fingers.]
No, it doesn't hurt, love. It's just- unexpectedly nice. They're sensitive.
[Which makes Castiel about the only person he'd trust to touch them. Dean and his Moose would probably break them, and that's really not something he's in a hurry to experience. It distantly registers in his head that if Lucifer gets a hold of him after this, he's accidentally arranged for a whole new way for the Lightbringer to torture him.
[Castiel starts raking his fingers through the feathers again, a little more sure.]
Touching another angel's wings is something done only with those you are close to. It can be somewhat... intimate.
[He hopes the idea doesn't offend Crowley. He only wants to help him get acclimated to having the wings. He seems to be okay with Castiel's touch, though.]
[Crowley exhales lowly, not quite a sigh as fingers start moving through his wings again, and he can't help leaning back into the angel's body slightly. He makes a slightly amused sound at the declaration that it can be intimate. Given the way it makes his body feel, he doesn't have to ask why.]
Mmm, yes, I'd imagine.
[Crowley doesn't seem at all offended. It likely says something, of course.]
[There's a gasp as Castiel starts massaging more into his wings, touching spots that Crowley hadn't even been thinking about, but the touch feels so very pleasant. He's leaning back into those hands, and he feels almost boneless, just barely keeping himself centered. To be honest, Crowley isn't even certain when the last time he was this relaxed was.
In a moment of daring, he bows his head and brushes his lips over a sensitive joint in one of the wings. He feels a pull towards Crowley that he can't explain, moreso with Crowley's wings under his fingers. He knows he can make Crowley feel better like this.]
[Crowley's body shakes, and there's a heated, breathless sound when Castiel kisses at one of the joints of the demon's wings. It feels beyond good; where his fingers had been warm, that kiss spikes heat through him. He doesn't want him to stop, but that warm pleasant-ness is starting to shift into something decidedly more like desire.
And yet that's not a good enough reason to pull away.]
[Castiel murmurs against Crowley's wing, still brushing fingers through feathers, pressing into joints and tender areas.
Castiel has never done anything more than simple, affectionate grooming with those in his garrison he was closest to, but he almost wants more with Crowley.]
[It's not entirely true, but he wants more. He likes the way that heat curled through him, the way it sparked, and how Castiel keeps touching his wings. And it is relaxing, in a sense, even if it pulls up desire hotter than comfort.]
[Castiel leans his forehead against Crowley' shoulder, looking down at his hands as he works the feathers between his fingers. He moves his hands back to the area just near where they connect to Crowley's shoulder blades, working his fingers in at the base of Crowley's wings.]
If you could be more specific, that might help me to know what you like the most.
[At least in part, Castiel just wants Crowley to keep talking. There's a rough quality Crowley's voice has been taking on that Castiel find very pleasing. He likes knowing he has that kind of power over the demon right now.]
[His voice is deepening with desire, unable to help it at the way the angel seems intent on making him feel, and his own desire for him to not stop. He shudders when fingers work at the base of his wings, touching near where they connect to skin. There's a faint flicker of a thought of some ulterior motive, but he dismisses it almost immediately; it's Castiel after all.]
I just don't want you to stop touching.
[It's quiet, a faint hint of something almost uncertain, but no less heated, deep for the arousal that Castiel's hands are flaring through his body. The words that follow are more clear, that hint of hesitance vanishing and just leaving desire.]
I like when you touch near the base of them like that, and along the joints.
[Castiel nods against Crowley's shoulder, dipping his head to run his lips over the base of one of Crowley's wing. The way he's effecting Crowley is making him feel powerful and the feeling pools warm and low in his gut.]
I don't intend to stop.
[He lowers one hand, resting it on Crowley's hip with just enough pressure so that he knows to stay there.]
Instead, it's Crowley, in his usual impeccable suit, but there are wings peering over his shoulders. Huge things, with black, glossy feathers that shine by the fading light. To say that Crowley looks cross would be the understatement of the century. As if having to pull the Winchesters out of the fires they seem to insist on throwing themselves into, now he has sodding wings for his trouble.
He doesn't exactly know why he's here (where else would he go?) but it somehow seemed fitting.]
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This is something angels do for other angels that they are... close to.
[Even with the distrust between them, Castiel would be lying if he said he lacked any sort of fondness for Crowley. He likes him a great deal more than many of his own brothers at the moment, including Gabriel.
He let his hands wander through the feathers lightly, leaving soft touches and straightening them out. They were already looking neater and more relaxed and he'd barely touched them. Perhaps Crowley just needed to get used to feeling them and he would be fine until they could convince Gabriel to fix it.]
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[Slightest of pauses when he speaks, deciding that making it obvious that he gets pleasure from it might not be his best course of action; he's not sure how Castiel would take that and he really doesn't want him to stop.
Really, the more that the angel touched his wings, the less that they felt strange and awkward. Personally, he had rather been under the impression that Gabriel wasn't particularly inclined to take them back, but maybe Castiel could be more convincing with his brother.]
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How does it feel? Am I hurting you?
[He's suddenly worried they might be overly sensitive. Maybe he's hurting Crowley. It would be hard enough having to deal with them without Castiel making it worse. He's hurt his wings before and it's about the worst pain he can imagine.
Castiel would probably not be more convincing. Gabriel was about as inclined to listen to Castiel as Dean was to listen to Sam when they were teenagers.]
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No, it doesn't hurt, love. It's just- unexpectedly nice. They're sensitive.
[Which makes Castiel about the only person he'd trust to touch them. Dean and his Moose would probably break them, and that's really not something he's in a hurry to experience. It distantly registers in his head that if Lucifer gets a hold of him after this, he's accidentally arranged for a whole new way for the Lightbringer to torture him.
Lovely.]
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[Castiel starts raking his fingers through the feathers again, a little more sure.]
Touching another angel's wings is something done only with those you are close to. It can be somewhat... intimate.
[He hopes the idea doesn't offend Crowley. He only wants to help him get acclimated to having the wings. He seems to be okay with Castiel's touch, though.]
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Mmm, yes, I'd imagine.
[Crowley doesn't seem at all offended. It likely says something, of course.]
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They're starting to look more natural. Are they feeling better?
[This is possibly the most relaxed he's ever seen Crowley be in front of him. It's strange to say the least.]
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[There's a gasp as Castiel starts massaging more into his wings, touching spots that Crowley hadn't even been thinking about, but the touch feels so very pleasant. He's leaning back into those hands, and he feels almost boneless, just barely keeping himself centered. To be honest, Crowley isn't even certain when the last time he was this relaxed was.
And that's almost disturbing.]
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In a moment of daring, he bows his head and brushes his lips over a sensitive joint in one of the wings. He feels a pull towards Crowley that he can't explain, moreso with Crowley's wings under his fingers. He knows he can make Crowley feel better like this.]
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And yet that's not a good enough reason to pull away.]
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[Castiel murmurs against Crowley's wing, still brushing fingers through feathers, pressing into joints and tender areas.
Castiel has never done anything more than simple, affectionate grooming with those in his garrison he was closest to, but he almost wants more with Crowley.]
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[It's not entirely true, but he wants more. He likes the way that heat curled through him, the way it sparked, and how Castiel keeps touching his wings. And it is relaxing, in a sense, even if it pulls up desire hotter than comfort.]
I like how it feels.
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If you could be more specific, that might help me to know what you like the most.
[At least in part, Castiel just wants Crowley to keep talking. There's a rough quality Crowley's voice has been taking on that Castiel find very pleasing. He likes knowing he has that kind of power over the demon right now.]
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I just don't want you to stop touching.
[It's quiet, a faint hint of something almost uncertain, but no less heated, deep for the arousal that Castiel's hands are flaring through his body. The words that follow are more clear, that hint of hesitance vanishing and just leaving desire.]
I like when you touch near the base of them like that, and along the joints.
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I don't intend to stop.
[He lowers one hand, resting it on Crowley's hip with just enough pressure so that he knows to stay there.]
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