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.]
[He moans softly as lips run over the base of one of his wings. His eyes flutter, and he's clinging to that statement that the angel doesn't intend to stop. This isn't what he'd expected when Castiel had started smoothing out his wings, but it feels good. Hot and it curls down the length of his spine.]
I like- that- a lot.
[There were pauses, punctuated by ragged breathing. His suit felt too hot on the skin he was wearing, desire becoming an almost overwhelming feeling. But he stays, because he can feel that demand in the way the angel's fingers curl around his hip.]
[Castiel has almost no idea what he's doing. He just knows that he wants to make Crowley make more noises like that. He pushes at Crowley's hip, trying to guide him towards the back of an armchair.]
[Crowley lets the angel move his body toward the armchair, when Castiel was touching him, making him so hot, it wasn't like he was going to resist. Going along with the angel just seemed to be the path to greater pleasure, even if he was fairly sure that there was a stopping point. There had to be lines Castiel wouldn't cross; they were different creatures, after all.
The request from the angel made his lips curl, not-quite amusement.]
[There's a hitch to his breath as he bends, his wings shifting, because it's hard to keep the focus to keep them from betraying him when he wants so much. He hadn't expected this; but, after being around the Winchesters so much, maybe he should have expected.
His fingers grabbing at the chair, his breath rough, and the way he presses right where wings meet skin, makes his head bow, a low whine on his lips.]
Yes, Castiel-
[Crowley isn't entirely certain at what point this all got away from him, but he's not sure he really minds. It's still comfort, still soothing, even if it's an entirely different sort.]
[Castiel bends his head to kiss between Crowley's wings.]
Tell me. What do you want me to do?
[He isn't entirely sure what he's doing, but Crowley seems to like this. From what Castiel can tell, Crowley wants him to take charge like this. He can do that. He just needs a little... direction. He's definitely enjoying seeing Crowley like this. It seems that the demon is entirely at his mercy in some ways.]
[There's a soft gasp as Castiel presses another kiss between his wings, and he's half tempted to ask him to just keep doing that for how good it feels. Instead, he's leaning back a little, pressing into Castiel's hands, into his body.]
Too many clothes. I want you inside me, angel.
[It's gasped, rough and wanton. When the angel has him bent over the arm of a chair like this, touching and kissing against his wings, it's hard to not want exactly that. Crowley had never been a creature good at resisting temptation. Hell, he's more than willing to give step by step narration if needed.]
[Castiel leans up, over Crowley's shoulder to whisper in his ear.]
Tell me what to do.
[He slides his hand from Crowley's hip, up under the jacket the demon is wearing to press against Crowley's side, just a dress shirt between their skin.]
[It's ridiculously hot, the way that the angel leans in close, breath a whisper over his ear. His hands shifting away from gripping at the chair, and instead undoing buttons and trying to get himself out of his suit jacket. A low sigh as fingers press against the thin fabric of his dress shirt. It's nice, but it's still not enough.]
Help me get this off.
[The wings seemed to be substantial and not; as real as Castiel's hands against his fingers were, they seemed to move through his clothes. And yet it was still strange, awkward trying to get his suit off. He couldn't do it fast enough, and if Crowley wasn't so restrained, he'd probably have been clawing at buttons.]
[Castiel can't hold back a small smile at Crowley's desperation. He is definitely starting to see why Dean likes sex so much. They aren't even having it yet, but just knowing he has this effect on Crowley is amazing.
He slides his hands around and up to help with the buttons of the jacket before sliding it off of Crowley's shoulders and dropping it somewhere to the side. He doesn't let the demon turn around, just presses against his back, between the wings, and keeps his arms around him and unbuttons his shirt slowly. He's together enough to do it faster, but he's enjoying watching Crowley squirm like this, watching his wings twitch. An angel would have more control, but with Crowley he can read everything so clearly.]
[There's a shaky breath of relief when at least his jacket is off. Under different circumstances he would have complained about his expensive clothes being so carelessly tossed to the side like that, but for the moment, all he cares about is getting them off. Castiel doesn't let him turn around, keeps him bent over the chair, body pressing against him as fingers work on the buttons of his shirt.]]
Castiel.
[Crowley's breath comes mostly as a plea, because he's so hot, needs this. It's hard to remember to keep his wings still when he's this turned on, and so black feathers are subtle betrayals of just how much he wants this. His fingers undo his tie, letting it slide away from the collar of his shirt, landing somewhere near his feet.]
[Castiel leans back once the buttons are undone, untucking Crowley's shirt and slipping it over his shoulders. He drops kisses along the top of one the wings as he goes.]
I'm right here.
[It's a combination of reassuring and demanding. Once the shirt is out of the way, he drapes himself against Crowley's back again, hands sliding down his skin to undo his belt.]
[Crowley is trying to be as cooperative as he can manage with the process, shifting a little to allow the angel better access in pulling it off his arms. There's a harsh exhale of breath, a flutter of his dark amber eyes as Castiel presses kisses against one of his wings. They shift into it, lean closer, a shiver that runs up his spine and through his wings.
He murmurs to those words, moans when then angel presses against his back. Strong hands that slide down his sides to undo his belt, and his breath catches in his throat. His skin feels hot and the angel pressing against him just makes him want it sooner, now. His hands slipping to undo his slacks, trying to do this in tandem so they could get these layers of ridiculously expensive fabric off.]
[Castiel pulls back to shuck off his coat and jacket, letting them drop, before he leans back in to kiss Crowley's shoulder and push at his dress slacks.]
If you're going to be a guardian angel, you have to learn patience.
[There's just a hint of sarcasm and teasing to his voice. Feeling Crowley react against him like this is making him feel more powerful than he has in a long time.]
[There's a noise of protest when Castiel pulls back, though the sound of his coats falling to the ground is encouraging. He leans into it as lips kiss his shoulder, hands shoving those dress slacks down to pool at his ankles, and the demon is only too happy to slip out of them. It leaves him next to naked, just a pair of black silk boxers covering him, and he hooks his fingers into the waistband and draws them down until they're beneath the curve of his ass.]
I don't do sodding patience, I just want to feel you.
[Curling up into the way the angel pressed behind him, aching for touch, contact, needed to feel him, Castiel. Those wings shifting, straining for contact under his body.]
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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I like- that- a lot.
[There were pauses, punctuated by ragged breathing. His suit felt too hot on the skin he was wearing, desire becoming an almost overwhelming feeling. But he stays, because he can feel that demand in the way the angel's fingers curl around his hip.]
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Tell me what else you like.
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The request from the angel made his lips curl, not-quite amusement.]
Sex-- Really, love, you should be more specific.
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Is that what you want?
[He puts pressure on Crowley's back, right where the wings met skin under his suit.]
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His fingers grabbing at the chair, his breath rough, and the way he presses right where wings meet skin, makes his head bow, a low whine on his lips.]
Yes, Castiel-
[Crowley isn't entirely certain at what point this all got away from him, but he's not sure he really minds. It's still comfort, still soothing, even if it's an entirely different sort.]
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Tell me. What do you want me to do?
[He isn't entirely sure what he's doing, but Crowley seems to like this. From what Castiel can tell, Crowley wants him to take charge like this. He can do that. He just needs a little... direction. He's definitely enjoying seeing Crowley like this. It seems that the demon is entirely at his mercy in some ways.]
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Too many clothes. I want you inside me, angel.
[It's gasped, rough and wanton. When the angel has him bent over the arm of a chair like this, touching and kissing against his wings, it's hard to not want exactly that. Crowley had never been a creature good at resisting temptation. Hell, he's more than willing to give step by step narration if needed.]
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Tell me what to do.
[He slides his hand from Crowley's hip, up under the jacket the demon is wearing to press against Crowley's side, just a dress shirt between their skin.]
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Help me get this off.
[The wings seemed to be substantial and not; as real as Castiel's hands against his fingers were, they seemed to move through his clothes. And yet it was still strange, awkward trying to get his suit off. He couldn't do it fast enough, and if Crowley wasn't so restrained, he'd probably have been clawing at buttons.]
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He slides his hands around and up to help with the buttons of the jacket before sliding it off of Crowley's shoulders and dropping it somewhere to the side. He doesn't let the demon turn around, just presses against his back, between the wings, and keeps his arms around him and unbuttons his shirt slowly. He's together enough to do it faster, but he's enjoying watching Crowley squirm like this, watching his wings twitch. An angel would have more control, but with Crowley he can read everything so clearly.]
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Castiel.
[Crowley's breath comes mostly as a plea, because he's so hot, needs this. It's hard to remember to keep his wings still when he's this turned on, and so black feathers are subtle betrayals of just how much he wants this. His fingers undo his tie, letting it slide away from the collar of his shirt, landing somewhere near his feet.]
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I'm right here.
[It's a combination of reassuring and demanding. Once the shirt is out of the way, he drapes himself against Crowley's back again, hands sliding down his skin to undo his belt.]
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He murmurs to those words, moans when then angel presses against his back. Strong hands that slide down his sides to undo his belt, and his breath catches in his throat. His skin feels hot and the angel pressing against him just makes him want it sooner, now. His hands slipping to undo his slacks, trying to do this in tandem so they could get these layers of ridiculously expensive fabric off.]
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If you're going to be a guardian angel, you have to learn patience.
[There's just a hint of sarcasm and teasing to his voice. Feeling Crowley react against him like this is making him feel more powerful than he has in a long time.]
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I don't do sodding patience, I just want to feel you.
[Curling up into the way the angel pressed behind him, aching for touch, contact, needed to feel him, Castiel. Those wings shifting, straining for contact under his body.]
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