790. forbiden love

[memeloving]

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hay thar bb! I rolled comfort/1, but we can see how this goes. Say, just after he got cursed? lol

[soulkink]

[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.]

[soulkink]

[There's a quiet murmur as lips kiss over the mark of the angel's teeth on his shoulder, and it drops into a stuttered exhale of hot breath as fingers curve around his straining erection. His hands still clutching shakily against the chair as the angel breaths hot words into the thin space between them. It's too much, and he comes apart with a sharp cry, his wings shifting, pressing against the angel's chest as Crowley's orgasm hits him hard, hot, desperate moan of what might have been the angel's name on his lips.

It's different and better, and it almost makes him not hate his wings.]

[theangel_cas]

[Castiel groans and he can feel Crowley's orgasm in the movement of his muscles. The fact that he can take a demon apart like this pushes him over the edge and he thrusts one last time before he comes, biting down again.]

[soulkink]

[His body clutches tight against Castiel's flesh, one last thrust and then he can feel the angel spilling inside of him, hot and blissful as his orgasm still shakes through his body. Teeth biting down against his skin again, and he moans, his fingers clutching tight against the chair the angel has his bent over. Wrecked with pleasure, dazed, and it takes a good few moments before he can even think straight, his body shaking with tremors that even spread to his wings.]

[theangel_cas]

[Castiel pets over Crowley's wings and back, soothing. He drags his lips over the bite marks in silent apology, pulling out carefully after a moment.]

[soulkink]

[Crowley murmurs, slowly catching his breath as Castiel's fingers stroke over the feathers of his wings, and down the still-flushed skin of his back. Lips soothe bites with kisses, and Crowley gasps as the angel pulls from his body. His body feels boneless, relaxed with pleasure, and he tilts his head to half look back at him.]

We should do that again, love.

[theangel_cas]

[Castiel agrees, but he isn't going to give up his power over Crowley that easily.]

We'll see. [He smirks.] How are the wings?

[soulkink]

[It was an interesting dynamic they were settling into and not one that he'd expected. On second glance, Crowley supposes that he really should have. He slowly shifts to stand, taking a deep breath. He moves his wings, and they seem less like some strange, clunky addition he didn't know what to think of. He rolls his shoulders, one marred with the imprint of the angel's teeth, and his wings move more smoothly.]

Better. They don't feel so strange -- I'm not sure if that's a good thing.

[He quips after a moment. He's really not sure if wings are something he really wants to get used to.]

[theangel_cas]

For now, it is. You may be stuck with those a while.

[Castiel thinks they really do look fitting on the demon, now that they've relaxed.]

You might not want to let just anyone go around touching them, though.

[soulkink]

[Crowley would likely have not been happy to hear that there were now two angels that thought that wings fit him. Thankfully he seems to be rather quiet on that account.]

Jealous, love?

[A smug sort of smirk curves his lips, a lifted eyebrow as he eyes the angel playfully.]

[theangel_cas]

[Castiel glares.]

Imagine if someone far less kind than I manages to get a grip on a part of you that is that sensitive.

[And maybe he is, a little.]

[soulkink]

[Crowley smirks, but there's a nod and a sigh as he moves, slipping back into his silk boxers.]

I'm well aware. I imagine that if Lucifer manages to get his hands on me I'll be introduced to all sorts of beyond excruciating sensations in regards to them.

[Crowley seemed less concerned about that than was strictly sane, but, Crowley managed to sound less than concerned about most things.]

[theangel_cas]

I suppose it would be only humane for me to help you stay safe, then. I will look into restoring you to your usual wingless state.

[Castiel was suddenly dressed again, though his clothing was still somehow no neater than usual.]

[soulkink]

[Crowley raised an eyebrow and went about getting dressed the normal route.]

It's the Devil, darling. If he catches me, I'll suffer eternal torture beyond excruciating or comprehension no matter if I have wings or not.

[theangel_cas]

Then I suppose I will have to keep you safe even after the wings are gone.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

[soulkink]

[Crowley blinks at that, lips parting briefly at that feeling that there was something strange. There was something off about this that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Oh, yes: Castiel talking about keeping him safe. Crowley wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that.]

Really love, you going to stay and watch over me?

[Crowley quirked an eyebrow, trying to play at being unaffected, focusing on his wings and trying to keep them still, which worked a little bit better than before, even if it wasn't perfect.]