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.]
[The sound of the angel's belt coming undone makes him shiver. This isn't what he'd expected, but he thinks it might be even hotter like this. There's a brief moment where he'd actually been taken back by it, the angel telling him he needs to behave. He bites his lip, a low moan as fingers push his boxers down his legs, and the demon obligingly kicks them off to join the rest of his clothing scattered on the floor.
His breath hitches, a low moan as one of the angel's legs presses between his thighs, forcing his legs apart. His head tips forward, his wings stilling for a moment with just his ragged breathing and the heat of his skin betraying how wanton he is for this.]
[Castiel ducks his head to kiss Crowley's back. He isn't entirely sure about what he's doing, but he thinks pretty quickly when he needs to. He can work with what he's learned from Dean's videos and observing humans in the past.]
Prepare yourself for me.
[This is perhaps the least-clinical Castiel is capable of speaking about sex with his limited experience. He slides his hand over Crowley's hip before he steps back again to unzip his own pants. Maybe this is cheating, but he doesn't want to actually hurt Crowley and Crowley seems to like it when Castiel tells him what to do right now, anyway.]
[Castiel is actually managing remarkably well. Far better than Crowley had actually expected out of him. That demand makes his lips curl, but he follows suit; after all, how can he not?
Thankfully, it only takes a minor flicker of magic to get the lube. His fingers slick as he reaches behind himself. He presses himself up on his tip-toes to try and get a better angle, one digit pressing in first. He twists his hand as best he can before adding in another, and his breath hums in low pleasure. His cock is already hard, twitching against the chair as he scissors his fingers, stretching his body. Normally, he skimps a bit on preparation, but with the Apocalypse it's been a while since he's had a chance to take anyone to bed.
His body is shaking, his wings no longer as still when he adds a third finger, twisting, fucking himself on his fingers to make sure he's slick. His breath is rough, quiet, half-moans breaking on his lips.]
[Crowley makes a hot noise of pleasure as fingers stroke over his wings. He gasps, hard and sharp, his eyes closing tight at the sound of Castiel's pants coming down. His cock somehow feels so hot, even against his already burning skin. Slowly pulling his fingers free from his own flesh, lifting his hips a little for a better angle for the angel.]
I need you to fuck me, Castiel.
[Crowley doesn't have the ability to make it any nicer than that at the moment, his wings shifting in those quiet betrayals of desire as his body shivers. He needs this, beyond rational, aching for it as he shifts, trying to get Castiel to press closer. No, he isn't very good at patience when it comes right down to it.]
[Castiel growls and guides himself into Crowley slowly, gripping Crowley's hip with his other hand. He presses kisses over Crowley's shoulder and over the top of his wings before sliding his hands down Crowley's arms to move his hands to the chair.]
[There's a rough gasp, and he has to remind himself not to tense as the angel starts pressing in. That ring of muscle nudged apart by the blunt tip of Castiel's cock, spreading the demon open as the angel pressed inside of him. Hot, slick friction, kisses pressed to his shoulders and the tops of his wings, and it felt so good. His hands moved obligingly to the chair, curling to clutch against it at that demand.
Tied up was easier than being told not to move. But he moaned a rough agreement, because the angel pressing into him, he couldn't refuse.]
[Once he's pushed all the way in, Castiel rests his forehead against Crowley's shoulder, catching his breath a moment.
He pulls out and pushes back in, starting to build up a slow rhythm. He wants to last, but he also wants to tease Crowley more. He leans on one hand against the chair, brushing through Crowley's feathers with the other.]
You look good like this, Crowley. Desperate for anything I'll give you.
[Crowley takes that moment to breathe once the angel is pressed all the way in, body stretched lewdly around that erection and he loves it. It was so good that it all but took his breath away. He moans low when Castiel pulls back only to press back in again. The angel slowly starting a rhythm, and while the demon's hands stay still, clutching against the chair, Crowley's hips roll, pushing back onto those thrusts.
It drags a sharper cry from his lips when the angel's finger brush through the feathers of his wings, two different sorts of pleasure winding together inside of his body. The words, warm breath at his back tease, making him shudder. It's only so jarring because of the truth of it; Crowley isn't usually so deep in, so needy. If he had anything like shame, he might be embarrassed -- but he doesn't.]
[Castiel is completely entranced by the picture the demon makes, angel wings and desperate noises and Castiel made him make those. Having power like this over someone as dangerous as Crowley brings its own strong, heady feeling and he feels himself moan, rather than hearing it. When he's pictured himself having sex, it was nothing like this. This is hot and desperate, almost felt like a fight, but he was confident that he was winning it.
He grips Crowley's hip tight enough to bruise and speeds his pace.]
[This is perfect. The slick, hot feel of friction with every thrust of the angel's flesh into his body makes him shake, press back; wanton and greedy for it. Those thrusts are coming faster, and he can feel Castiel's fingers digging into his hip, and he knows it will leave marks. Not that he can really be bothered to care about details like that at the moment. All he can do, really, is push back against the thrusts that Castiel was pounding into him with.
There's a wordless moan, agreement in the most primal of senses.]
[Castiel can feel his orgasm building. He's almost shaking with it. The sight and feel of Crowley under him like this is overwhelming. He presses harder into the feathers and bites at Crowley's shoulder, wanting Crowley to be there with him.]
[Crowley whines as Castiel presses against his feathers, teeth biting into his shoulder drawing a shameless sort of moan from his lips. He's shaking, gasping rough and needy as he rocks on the balls of his feet to push himself back onto those thrusts. It's too much, too good, and despite the fact that he's not going to last like this, he can't help pressing into it. The friction and the feeling of his wings, it's too much, and he's crying out, spine curving in a rather inviting way as he trembles on the edge of crumbling.]
[Castiel kisses over the bite mark he's left, finally reaching around to grip Crowley's erection. He can't last much longer, not with the way Crowley reacts to every touch.]
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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If you want anything from me, you're going to need to behave, Crowley.
[He pushes the boxers down to Crowley's ankles and presses a still-clothed knee between Crowley's, forcing his legs apart.]
When you want someone to do something for you, you have to earn it.
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His breath hitches, a low moan as one of the angel's legs presses between his thighs, forcing his legs apart. His head tips forward, his wings stilling for a moment with just his ragged breathing and the heat of his skin betraying how wanton he is for this.]
What do you want me to do, love?
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Prepare yourself for me.
[This is perhaps the least-clinical Castiel is capable of speaking about sex with his limited experience. He slides his hand over Crowley's hip before he steps back again to unzip his own pants. Maybe this is cheating, but he doesn't want to actually hurt Crowley and Crowley seems to like it when Castiel tells him what to do right now, anyway.]
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Thankfully, it only takes a minor flicker of magic to get the lube. His fingers slick as he reaches behind himself. He presses himself up on his tip-toes to try and get a better angle, one digit pressing in first. He twists his hand as best he can before adding in another, and his breath hums in low pleasure. His cock is already hard, twitching against the chair as he scissors his fingers, stretching his body. Normally, he skimps a bit on preparation, but with the Apocalypse it's been a while since he's had a chance to take anyone to bed.
His body is shaking, his wings no longer as still when he adds a third finger, twisting, fucking himself on his fingers to make sure he's slick. His breath is rough, quiet, half-moans breaking on his lips.]
Castiel--
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He shoves down his pants, not bothering to push them lower than his thighs, and presses his cock against Crowley's thigh.]
Tell me.
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I need you to fuck me, Castiel.
[Crowley doesn't have the ability to make it any nicer than that at the moment, his wings shifting in those quiet betrayals of desire as his body shivers. He needs this, beyond rational, aching for it as he shifts, trying to get Castiel to press closer. No, he isn't very good at patience when it comes right down to it.]
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Keep them there.
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Tied up was easier than being told not to move. But he moaned a rough agreement, because the angel pressing into him, he couldn't refuse.]
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He pulls out and pushes back in, starting to build up a slow rhythm. He wants to last, but he also wants to tease Crowley more. He leans on one hand against the chair, brushing through Crowley's feathers with the other.]
You look good like this, Crowley. Desperate for anything I'll give you.
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It drags a sharper cry from his lips when the angel's finger brush through the feathers of his wings, two different sorts of pleasure winding together inside of his body. The words, warm breath at his back tease, making him shudder. It's only so jarring because of the truth of it; Crowley isn't usually so deep in, so needy. If he had anything like shame, he might be embarrassed -- but he doesn't.]
I just need to feel you, Castiel.
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He grips Crowley's hip tight enough to bruise and speeds his pace.]
Then feel me.
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There's a wordless moan, agreement in the most primal of senses.]
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Oh, Angel-
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[Castiel kisses over the bite mark he's left, finally reaching around to grip Crowley's erection. He can't last much longer, not with the way Crowley reacts to every touch.]
I've got you. Come on.
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