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my boy builds coffins

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When Castiel looks back, he'll realize this is a worse idea than even agreeing to work with Crowley in the first place. Right now, it's... exciting. Either he feels powerful or he simply feels good in a way he hadn't quite expected, but maybe he should have since humans are so crazy about the act. On some level, he knows it's wrong, or he feels dirty, and whether it's because it's Crowley or sex in general, he couldn't say. He doesn't want to say. He enjoys it, and what's wrong with that? If he keeps his head clear, if he keeps it as something they do casually, what harm could this do?

While he's finishing up with Sam and Dean, he finds his anticipation mounting, and he's already... eager to see Crowley again. No, not Crowley specifically. This isn't about him. This is about Castiel taking something that's being offered because he wants it. He leaves Dean and Sam, and maybe it's abrupt, but he just wants to get away from them, somewhere far away and secure, before he calls Crowley.

"Hello." Once he's on the phone with him, he's not really sure what to say. "Are you busy?"

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He's glad he transitioned that without too much awkwardness. He's maybe also too fond of Crowley tugging on his tie. The kiss is more than welcome, and he returns it eagerly, but conscious of not being overeager. He hopes.

Oh, right. Bedrooms. That's where this kind of thing usually takes place. He gives a curt nod before he lets his eyes wander over Crowley again with obvious hunger before he meets his eyes.

And then he brings them both to Crowley's bedroom without much more fanfare. He remembers where it is. Still holding Crowley's gaze, he shrugs out of his overcoat and lets it fall to the floor, then leans in for another kiss. It isn't very gentle; it's more demanding than anything, pushing at Crowley to give him more.

Crowley hums in approval. It seems all Castiel needs is a little prodding and some ego stroking. Stroking, Crowley can do.

He doesn't care very much about whether or not Castiel is overeager or under-experienced. He's a beautiful creature and Crowley very much enjoys his time with the angel.

He slips a finger into the knot of Castiel's tie as they kiss, tugging sharply at the knot and pulling it loose. He throw the tie on the carpet and goes for Castiel's shirt buttons.

He breaks the kiss to shrug out of his own shirt before reaching up to touch Castiel's lip with his thumb. "You know you're quite good at that." Which is, of course, how they got into this whole thing in the first place.

He can't help the twitch of a smile at the positive feedback. Meg hadn't complained, and Crowley had been enthused during their last encounter, so technically he didn't need the verbal praise, but... He's relieved and pleased to hear it all the same. He can taste the salt of Crowley's skin against his lip, and he closes the tip of his thumb in his mouth briefly, releasing it with a scrape of his teeth.

"Thank you. You're enjoyable as well." Understatement. Castiel doesn't have much of anything to compare Crowley to, but he's definitely been affected by his kissing.

He's also not quite sure why being forcefully undressed should be so arousing, and yet it is. He pulls off his shirt and jacket together and lets them fall to the floor, far less interested in the fate of his clothes than Crowley might be of his own. Once his hands are free, he sets them on Crowley's waist, and they take a second before they settle fully against his skin. Dipping his head, he kisses Crowley again, and he tugs him closer, eager for more contact, for more... anything.

Castiel may not need the praise, but it clearly doesn't hurt his enthusiasm. The way he pulls Crowley closer is a good sign for the future. He's definitely trainable.

Crowley's hands tug at Castiel's belt, using it to help erase any space left between them as he pushes Castiel back towards the bed. He'd really like it if they could lose their pants this time. Castiel comes in such a pretty package and he's such a fast learner. Crowley wants to see just how much he can pick up.

Once they're nearer to the bed, he pulls back enough to open Castiel's fly. "Finish undressing and lie back on the bed."

Castiel is eager to learn, especially in this area that's eluded him thus far, and an area so mired in free will, dependent as it is on desire and choice. He desires Crowley -- surprisingly enough -- and he chooses to have sex, just as he chooses to follow Crowley's orders here, in this moment. He doesn't have to, and Crowley would probably like it if he misbehaved, come to think of that. Perhaps later. Right now, Castiel wants to remove the rest of his clothes, so he can do so while complying with Crowley's wishes.

Has he ever taken these pants off before? He's distracted by the thought and the sight of his erection, which he's felt before but not seen for himself. When he lies down, it rests against his stomach, and Castiel suddenly feels quite vulnerable. Strange how he hadn't until now, when Crowley could have harmed him at any point. Unsure of what to do with his hands, he lays them over his chest.

"Now what?"

Crowley takes in the sight of Castiel with open hunger as he slowly strips the rest of his own clothing away. He really is a wonderful sight to behold.

"Now..." Crowley climbs onto the bed, crawling up slowly. "Now we do all sorts of fun things, darling."

He dips his head to kiss the inside of Castiel's thigh, keeping his eyes on Castiel's face and dragging his lips over the angel's skin until his nose brushes the shaft of Castiel's cock.

He pushes himself up again, crawling up Castiel's body until he can kiss his shoulder.

"Now we do whatever you like, Castiel."

The sense of vulnerability reaches a height once Crowley starts to crawl over him, and when he kisses the inside of Castiel's thigh, he sucks in a sharp breath. The skin there is so sensitive, and he ought not to want to let someone like Crowley have such access, but he's intrigued by Crowley's actions down there. His hands ball into fists when he feels Crowley's nose, and he has to convince himself to relax again as Crowley finishes his approach.

Uncurling his hands, he flattens them out against Crowley's chest, interested in touching him but unsure of how to start exploring.

"I liked that. What you were doing." Started to do. Almost did. Castiel's not great with social cues, but he thinks continuing to ramble would be a bad idea so he leaves it at that, and occupies his mouth somewhere else with a kiss to Crowley's shoulder.

He can't even help grinning widely against Castiel's skin. There's a juxtaposition between Castiel's innocence and his willingness to shed it that Crowley finds incredibly alluring.

He wants to break Castiel of his shyness, but he also wants to treasure it a little. How often does he getting a literal stammering, blushing virgin in his bed, least of all one who's also an angel of the Lord?

"You want my mouth on you?" He presses an open-mouthed kiss to Castiel's jaw. "Where do you want it?" He's going to force Castiel to say it. There's a thrill in having this kind of power over a being like Castiel, especially when he knows what Castiel can do to him. The angel is here of his own volition, because he finds Crowley desirable; there's no coercion here.

He does find Crowley desirable, even when he ought to be annoyed. He figures out what Crowley's pressing him for surprisingly quickly, and instead of being irritated at Crowley's persistence in being difficult, he finds it oddly arousing. He's being pushed out of his comfort zone and encouraged to do more, to be more, to chase what he wants -- it's disorienting and disarming but he likes it.

His reply needs a moment's consideration. How to phrase this? What words should he use? Or perhaps he ought to be difficult right back?

"You know where." He opts for being difficult. It's unexpectedly thrilling.

"Do I?" Oh, Crowley is proud of that. Castiel is such a quick learner, such a clever thing. Crowley isn't used to clever creatures finding their way to his bed.

He kisses his way down Castiel's chest, pausing to scrape his teeth over Castiel's nipple, none too gently. "Is it here?" He soothes the skin with his tongue.

"I'm just a lowly demon, darling. I can't read minds." He trails his fingers down Castiel's abdomen, stopping a few inches below his belly button.

Again, what ought to be aggravating is actually strangely arousing. When Crowley gets rough with him, he gasps, mouth falling open and hands flexing uncertainly on Crowley's shoulders. He's trying to keep up some facade of control, but he nearly unraveled there, and he both does and doesn't want to prevent Crowley from seeing him like that. Probably it's inevitable.

"No," he manages, and then he clears his throat. "No. Lower."

Crowley's grin is practically wolfish as he kisses his way down, switching to gentle and likely ticklish affection. He's tempted to keep teasing, but he does think he should reward Castiel for trying at this stage of the game. Besides, if a few well-places kisses have him this wound up, what will Crowley's mouth do to his other parts?

He wraps his fingers around the shaft of Castiel's cock and licks the head, never taking his eyes off of Castiel's face.

His stomach twitches at the ticklish touches, and he's amused and intrigued as to why Crowley would switch to those, but then he starts touching his cock and his thoughts seem to evaporate. He inhales sharply again, clutching Crowley's shoulder tighter, nails pressing into him. It's the first time anyone, including himself, has touched him like that -- him, or this vessel, he has a complicated relationship with this body now -- and he's not exactly prepared.

"Oh," he mumbles, sliding one of his hands off Crowley's shoulder to curl in the blanket instead; he's not gripping yet, but if Crowley's going to do what he's seen humans do before...

"Yes, there." They needed to finish the game, right? Castiel was supposedly guiding him down. "More -- more of that."

Castiel really is beautiful like this. Crowley looks forward to pulling him apart bit-by-bit with his mouth. He's seen a lot of people fall apart, but he already knows that Castiel will be the most impressive. He's open and honest in his reactions to a fault and Crowley's already seen him desperately rub himself on someone's leg.

"Relax, angel. I've got you." It's as much a pet name as it is a teasing reminder of just how different they are and then he takes Castiel into his mouth with practiced ease. He's generally more for recieving than giving, but he's no stranger to it and Castiel is certainly worth the effort.

He does relax even with the reminder of their difference; here he is consorting with a demon in the basest way, and yet he finds his reassurance comforting. It's difficult to say if he trusts Crowley; he trusts him to do what is best for him in any given situation, which lends him a kind of predictability. Here, he believes Crowley's enjoying this as much as Castiel is.

"Oh." It starts out a word and turns into a hushed and very small moan. He glances down, watching Crowley at work, and he swallows audibly.

Crowley certainly is enjoying it, too. He works his tongue against the underside of Castiel's cock, humming softly around it. His free palm smooths up over Castiel's stomach and chest before he scrapes his blunt nails over Castiel's nipple.

Oh, Crowley is good at this and he very much intends to ruin Castiel for anyone else.

Castiel is being ruined in several ways here, most likely, but he isn't as aware of that now as he should be, or would've been before. He thinks of that as a good thing, that he's growing and letting go of the subservient mindset that prevented him from wanting more for himself, for wanting something different, and prevented him from seeing this as an acceptable avenue. What is there to be afraid of? There's a lot, actually, but he doesn't see any of it now, and probably can't; he's feeling too much physically and can't find room to be afraid.

The scratch of Crowley's nails cuts into the pleasure in such a way that the pleasure is easier to take, and he's definitely losing himself here. As Crowley continues, Castiel's hips lift slightly off the bed, chasing the contact of his mouth. He wants to do more than simply lie here and take what Crowley gives him, though, and so he places his hand on the back of Crowley's head (he's seen that done before). Following a precedent, both visual and now recently experiential, he tugs on Crowley's hair.

At the feeling of Castiel's fingers in his hair, Crowley groans in appreciation and add more suction. He would love if Castiel wanted to take a little control away. He can take it and he really has no problem giving up a measure of control in the bedroom, at least not with Castiel. If Castiel wanted to kill him, he'd just do it.

He relaxes his jaw a little more and pinches Castiel's nipple in what he hopes comes across as a gesture of encouragement. Castiel is more than welcome to move his hips or hold his hair. In fact, he'd be quite fine if the angel wanted to do both. Crowley has a thing about being used that he rarely ever gets to indulge in. How often does a demon get a truly trustworthy creature between the sheets, so to speak?

The pinch to his nipple does more than just consciously encourage Castiel, as it makes his fingers tighten in Crowley's hair again, all on their own. He thinks he's getting the picture though; Castiel seems to enjoy the pain, so why not Crowley, particularly when pain is a special interest of his even outside of the bedroom. Plus, it's tempting to think about giving in to what his body wants, and his body wants him to let go, to drop the restraint and take something for his own.

Taking a firmer grip of Crowley's hair, he rocks his hips up intentionally, though not very hard. He's not quite sure what application of strength would be appropriate here, how much Crowley can take.

Crowley moans, rubbing his palm over Castiel's skin with a hint of nails here and there. He can take a lot more than this and he'd love to. With what little leeway Castiel gives him, he moves his mouth enthusiastically on Castiel, working his tongue and lips.

The angel looks like complete sin and Crowley is more than a little turned on himself. He rolls his own hips against the bed. He doesn't expect that Castiel will quite be up to returning the favor, but this is a completely erotic experience for him. He'll be content as long as he gets off in close proximity to Castiel. He expects perhaps a handjob and that's more than enough after he gets to see Castiel like this.

He takes the positive feedback as a sign that perhaps Crowley could take more, though how well he's evaluating the situation might not be as significant as how much he finds himself wanting to thrust into Crowley's mouth. It's almost a relief when he starts, holding Crowley in place with both hands now as he rocks up into that heat that's oddly intoxicating.

It's only almost a relief because Castiel's starting to feel so full of pleasure that it's becoming too much; he can't possibly contain it, just like he's unable to keep quiet, his head thrown back and mouth open as he moans. While it's wonderful, he doesn't know how long he can stay in this state before it'll tear him apart --

Oh. Suddenly Castiel finds himself coming, cock pulsing in Crowley's mouth as Castiel's hips are frozen in midthrust. This is what an orgasm feels like.

He relaxes back onto the bed, breathing hard and feeling incredibly dazed.

Oh, Crowley very much approves of all of this. Fast as this goes, his jaw still feels just a little sore and used by the end and he certainly isn't giving any complaints about that.

He swallows with little effort, keeping his mouth on the angel just a little longer than he knows is strictly comfortable for him. Over-stimulating might be more than just a small kink for him, but he takes pity on Castiel. He can work him up to that. They've got all the time in the world for that.

He crawls up Castiel's body again, trailing heated, breathy kisses over his skin. Once he reaches Castiel's throat, he scrapes his teeth over skin before sucking gently. He's going to leave a mark on his angel, even if he knows it will heal as soon as they're finished. He likes the idea of debauching him in every way he can.

He presses his erection into Castiel's thigh and rolls his hips. He wants Castiel to feel just what he does to Crowley.

The extra attention to his cock earns Crowley a whimper, and Castiel's so gone that he can't even be slightly embarrassed that he's been reduced to whimpering for a demon. He slowly comes out of his fog as Crowley pays some astonishingly delightful attention to his skin, and he finds he doesn't mind Crowley marking him, once he realizes what Crowley's doing. It will fade soon enough, but Castiel will delay that for him, if he likes it so much. He's sure that in what they just did, Crowley indulged him considerably, so he can indulge him in this.

Crowley's obvious enjoyment of the situation -- obvious for more reasons than the cock he's currently grinding into him -- is something to wonder at. Not with too much awe or reverence, obviously, just curious, as he's never experienced anyone else's desire for him like this.

"That was incredible." He feels a compliment is in order. That's polite, right? Then he reaches between them and curls his hand around Crowley's cock.

"What would you like me to do for you?"

Any sound that Crowley can elicit from Castiel is like a delicious sin. He's so very responsive and Crowley wants to catalog every single one. There's an open almost innocence to them and Crowley knows that he isn't faking a single bit of this. He's not sure that Castiel even can.

The compliment earns Castiel a warm chuck. There's no real teasing or malice behind it. He's simply amused at the angel's frank honesty over it. He leaves a series of warm kisses around the mark he's made, far more tender than he really should allow himself to be, but what is this all about if not indulgence?

"Oh." He can't help the note of surprise. He really hadn't expected Castiel to be so easily forward, but he's just full of surprises, isn't he?

Crowley hums and presses his nose under Castiel's jaw. "That--that's just fine, Cas." The nickname falls from his lips, familiar, yet not at all.

Coyness isn't really a strong suit of Castiel's. Even now, in his relationship with Crowley that's fraught with lies and deception, it isn't about playing coy so much as being blunt about other things. And here, where Castiel's particularly lost and wants to perform well, he'd rather ask outright; how else does one learn?

While he would like to press Crowley to let him do more for him, Castiel knows he couldn't do what Crowley just did; maybe this is the better option for now, especially considering he's not sure what to do even with this. How loose is too loose, how fast is too fast? Probably he ought to start slow and build up. He nods almost imperceptibly and starts a slow and steady rhythm, without many frills to it.

He enjoyed the orgasm and everything that led up to it immensely, but he finds he enjoys the attention to his neck just as much in other ways. It warms him, especially as he hadn't expected the demon to be tender at all; he isn't fooled by any notion of fondness or kindness, but it does give him some form of comfort, or a familiarity that the use of the nickname compounds. It doesn't slip by unnoticed, and it almost gives him pause, until he he starts copying Crowley, kissing his neck and trying to emulate the breathy quality of his attention.

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