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Being here long enough one learns the ins and outs of how this weird, fucked up place works. The people it brings in and the people it takes away just as keenly, as if they were never here in the first place. Just like hearing about Sam being in this place yet he'd never run into him. Ran into all sorts of people in a large place like this, and

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It serves him right, he supposes.

Being far more helpful than a demon really has any right to be. The way he shows up when they're on a hunt with a raised eyebrow and some sort of snide, caustic insult about their intelligence and their hair gel. He proceeds to casually make sure they're still alive at the end of the night while sipping his several hundred dollar scotch. And then, he rolls his eyes and looks at them as if he can't believe they can tie their shoes in the morning

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"Sounds like a Japanese love hotel," Crowley muses. Yes, he's patronized this sort of establishment before. European roots or not, he does have a certain fondness for the Japanese. Maybe it's their respect for and fixation with ritual, or their repressed sexuality, or that cultural understanding of obligation that makes them so-very-willing to hand away their souls. He arches an eyebrow and his lips quirk, trying to shove down his worries about the fact of being trapped here and instead toys with the thought of an evil Love Hotel. He supposes if any sort of hotel were to be evil, a Love Hotel makes for a pretty compelling place

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Dean rolls his eyes and shifts slightly to lean against the wall. Why he hasn't just walked away by now he has no idea. Probably because he knows the swanky bastard will just follow him or something. "How the hell should I know? There's thousands of floors and twice as many rooms. I'm sure they'll have something your high class standards would enjoy."

He raises a brow and then shrugs a little. "Doesn't seem like it. They have.. ways of making you.. cooperate." For lack of a better word because he was no going to mention there were drugs that made people want to fuck. Not in front of a frigging crossroads demon, jesus. That's like handing a lamb to a lion.

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"Thousands of floors?"

Crowley repeats that and his hazels widen for a flash. Because, no, he hadn't quite realized just how big this place is. Supernatural means of transportation usually translates into a very good spatial awareness of where ever he happens to be, but there's something about this place that makes it hard to figure out.

He eyes Dean at the stilted way he explains and he rolls his eyes. "You know, I might be a demon, but rape and forced consent don't do it for all of us." Which is decidedly good for you, Winchester.

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"Yep. Should get a look at the inside of an elevator, the wall of buttons is insane." Of course he'll be not going in there thank you, he hates closed in spaces. He doesn't even really like giving Crowley, a demon lest he forget, this kind of information. But he's hoping Crowley will fuck off somewhere and he won't ever see the demon again.

He gives the demon a tight smile. "Really? That's always been my experience."

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"Yes, well, most demons are idiots who wouldn't recognize class or civilized behavior if they curled up inside it," Crowley muttered with a thin press of his lips. No, he'd never really gotten on well with other demons, always been different, but he keeps that quiet.

"It's far more enjoyable with someone willing, darling." And he smiles at Dean, leans in, that weight of meaning and intention as fingers just brush against the edge of his jaw. Because he does want to touch him, wants to taste him and see what his dick feels like on his tongue.

He wants to peel away the layers of pretense and see if he's as beautiful underneath it all as Crowley thinks he is. He always has, but there's never been space to admit it in the dynamic they'd had in his world.

If Dean was bright, he might have realized it was part of why he watched over him. But, he supposed they all had better things to worry about.

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He snorts a little cause yeah, he totally agrees with that one. Demons are dumbasses, always falling into the traps they set. You'd think they'd get smarter or something. But no. Easier to kill that way.

Green eyes widen a fraction, then darken just a little and his gaze flicks over the demon as he licks his lips unconsciously, the touch to his skin makes an involuntary shudder rush through him. And sick as it might be he can't help but wonder what it'd be like. What the pull demons had was about, what it is that makes people want to give in. It's exhilarating to think about, something he's never done before, at least not on Earth. There'd been a few demons in hell, that he'd fucked and torn apart just because he could, then put them back together again and sent them on their way.

But he's not that person anymore, he keeps telling himself. He's not like that here, on Earth. He's as good a person as he'd been before. He tries not to lean into the touch as he replies. "I'll keep that in mind."

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He sees it all, the way Dean's eyes darken, the way his tongue drags over those lips. He feels the way that he tries not to lean into the touch and he smiles as Crowley is suddenly up into Dean's personal space, his hands catching at the hunter's arms. It's just enough force to keep him still for a moment, a reminder that he is a demon, that he could use that strength, could shove him to the wall with waves of invisible power if he wanted to

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There's a moment when Dean thinks Crowley's going to do exactly that and he waits for it, but when it doesn't happen he's not sure if he should feel relieved or disappointed. Possibly both and his stomach knots up with anticipation in a way he hates, because he's not like this even though there's a part of him that's whispering, a part that wants this

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Crowley can feel it when Dean's hips jerk, that exclamation on his mouth, the way his jeans are tight- Crowley makes no attempt to hide it when he checks. His eyes linger on his face, taking in the way he's flushed, his eyelashes low over his green eyes. He watches Dean's tongue on his lips before he quite manages to answer, and his smile is quiet because fuck he wants him.

If he was playing this by the book, he should have left, left Dean to stew in his arousal, to think about the things that he said. Like best blowjob of your life. But, no, he's not backing off because he thinks he can catch him, thinks he has him as long as he pushes without pushing too hard.

"Pleasure is one of my favorite things about the world. It makes humans more fun than demons most of the time; demons always want to carve you up while they fuck you." He drags his fingers up Dean's sides, but it's slow, not augmented by any supernatural strength, nothing that Dean couldn't pull away from if he wanted to.

Crowley's hoping he doesn't.

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He doesn't. He knows he should; knows he should shove this prick away from him and get the hell outta Dodge, but he doesn't. He feels the drag of fingers up his side and he shivers, breath catching only slightly and he feels his jeans tighten just that much more. It makes him want it when he know he shouldn't but he can't help it. Fucking demon and his silver tongue.

The way the need and lust curl inside of him makes him sick, makes him think of the things left behind in hell that are always right there, not too far off despite being on Earth. It calls to that part of him because he knows how good it could be. Crowley's right about that at least. Humans are more fun, he'd know.

Lips dry, he licks them and when he speaks his voice is rough and low. "Sounds like you're all talk to me."

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Crowley presses in so that their chests brush at that accusation about being all talk. He wants Dean to feel him; he's not so sweet he needs to hear him say it, but he lets him feel it, makes it slow, gives him chances to pull away. Because those are damning. He lets his hand slide down and settle on his hips, linger a moment watching Dean, who seems to have chosen between desire and doubt, and Crowley very much agrees with his selection. He looks at the hunter, his bright almlet amber hues on green as he sinks down to his knees in front of him. He's as careful as he can be with his slacks- who knows when he'll find another good suit- but for the moment the prospect of Dean's cock is far more enchanting. The demon noses in against Dean's denims, dragging his cheek against the press of his erection and he murmurs quietly

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Holy fuck, Dean thinks, watching the demon slide to his knees in his well tailored suit and his breath catches at the sight and his cock throbs painfully in the confines of his jeans. If it wasn't for the fact he's already been to hell he's sure he'd be going now. And maybe, just a little bit, he understands some what Sam found in Ruby. How alluring it is, the danger and doing something you know you shouldn't. Like letting a demon blow him.

Dean groans out a soft murmur of 'Jesus' as he watches Crowley tug down his zipper with his goddamn teeth and it's way hotter than it should be by far and his hips jerk slightly against the weight of his hands holding him back. When the cool air hits his hot arousal he hisses softly and bites back a groan as he feels the hot breath of the demon ever so close to his cock. And he wants it so damn bad he's practically ready to beg for it.

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Crowley really wishes he could make Dean beg. Push him and tease him, take his time, leave no doubt that Dean wanted this, asked for this. But the truth is that Crowley wants this too. That he's been aching for this for months, that he hasn't had the time to indulge in pleasure around the Apocalypse much. And so his mouth is on Dean's cock almost as soon as hot flesh hits cool air. His tongue lapping at the tip, swirling around it and then his lips are brushing against flesh. Crowley is good at this, impatience non-withstanding. Best blowjob he's ever given? Maybe not. But definitely enough to beat out whatever blonde bimbo from some dive bar that currently holds Dean's record

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"Oh fuck," he gasps out, mouth dropping open shamefully as he pants out hot breaths of need and want, small little mewling moans escape him as he tentatively rocks forward -- or tries to but can't with Crowley's grip on his hips. But it's enough to feel his lips and tongue around him, sinful like the demon he is and his head thunks back against the wall as his bows forward slightly. It's fucking fantastic and he can't remember a better blow than this. Jesus fuck, it feels so good and he's moaning louder now.

"Ngh, yeah, suck it," Dean breaths out, head lolling to the side as he reaches up a hand and fits it against the back of the demon's head but he doesn't push or pull, just holds on. His face is slack with pleasure as he glances down and their gazes catch, a shiver rolling down his spine. "God," he moans loudly when the demon sucks him down even deeper, hips jerking minutely, legs spreading a little wider to help his balance or he's sure they'll give out beneath him the pleasure's so fucking good.

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It makes his toes curl in his expensive leather shoes, the sound of Dean's moans, the feel of his cock on his tongue. The weight of it, the girth, the way the soft skin tastes as he sucks at it, tongue lapping eagerly as it fills his mouth. There's a faint shiver as Dean breathes encouraging words, telling him to suck it as fingers cup at the back of his head. His dark lashes flutter and he's more than willing to oblige that demand. There's something that's almost like a grin as he looks up at Dean, probably would be a grin if not for the dick in his mouth. And then he presses down, easy and smooth, one fluid motion and he's all the way down on the hunter's thick girth, has it buried down his throat easy as anything. A few hundred years of experience, but Dean puts an edge of want into it, has Crowley making hot little moans into it. He stays like that for a moment, his hands slipping from hips to palm and stroke over thighs