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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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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.

Castiel's pace is just this side of too slow for Crowley's taste, but then he rather likes the slow build that brings and the sense of denial that comes along with it. If Castiel doesn't pick up his pace eventually, Crowley will say something, but for now he's content to lies with Castiel and let the slow sensation roll over him.

Crowley is a demon, yes, and he has no problem using and abusing all sorts of people, but his fondness for Castiel does have some genuine roots to it. He finds the angel fascinating and downright beautiful and if he's honest, which he'll only ever be with himself, he enjoys Castiel's company in some strange way that he can't explain. He can't exactly stand his ridiculous friendship with the Winchesters, but no one is perfect and Castiel just left them to come here with Crowley. That has to count for something.

Castiel's kisses only drive all of this home. The angel is so genuine in everything, hence he must like whatever this is with Crowley in some way. His hand slides into Castiel's hair, not to tug at it quite yet, but just to scrape his nails gently against Castiel's scalp as he exhales a shaky breath.

"I told you you could find something better to do with your mouth." The words are half-murmured and lack most of their usual bite.

Castiel isn't sure how to admit to himself that he is developing some fondness for Crowley. The torture is off-putting, but necessary, and his own hands aren't all that clean anyway. He does enjoy conversation with him; there are references and jokes that go over his head in a frustratingly/charmingly familiar way. And now, with Crowley purring against his skin and being gentle with him, that fondness is quickly increasing. It makes Castiel feel... appreciated. Not that he wants to admit it. He isn't even coming close to admitting it. He's indulging himself in sin and apparently tenderness with a demon, and that's it.

He smiles slightly and follows up Crowley's comment with a tentative bite, tentative only because he's new to biting people, not because he's uncertain of whether Crowley will enjoy it.

"I'm glad you approve." He sucks lightly at the skin, less interested in leaving a mark as he is recreating the feeling, which he had enjoyed.

As for his hand, he's far less confident about what he should do here, and he wishes he could ask, but he's afraid that might make him seem less appealing to Crowley, and it's very important that that doesn't happen.

Everything Castiel is doing screams rough around the edges, but it's no surprise and Crowley really doesn't mind it at all. Castiel is breaking taboos for the first time and Crowley likes to think that he had more than a little influence in that. He feels pride at the thought and he knows that Castiel can only get better with some help from his friendly neighborhood King of Hell.

His breath hitches when he feels Castiel's teeth sink in and oh, Castiel had read that one right. His cock twitches in Castiel's hand and his mouth falls open. It's not enough with Castiel's slow pace and he slips his hand down to wrap around Castiel's hand on himself, showing him a slightly faster pace. "Like this, darling."

This time he does tug lightly at Castiel's hair and he dips his own head to press their lips together. The kiss is slow and messy, just like Castiel's first attempt at a handjob, but this is by design. Crowley doesn't have many opportunities for these sort of kisses and he has to admit that they're nice in their way.

Usually Crowley's pet names seem either meaningless or mean-spirited, but not that one, not right now. Seeing Crowley's reaction to the bite is inspiring; he wants to see more of that, he wants to see if he can make Crowley feel as good as he did for Castiel. He doubts that's possible. Yet. He's going to try his hardest and learn as much as he can now. Obtuse he may be about some things, but he's a soldier, and he can learn the important things quickly.

He hums into the kiss and returns it eagerly, grateful both for it and for the assistance, not to mention the highly erotic experience of being guided on Crowley's cock by Crowley's own hand. He follows the instruction well, increasing his pace, and he makes a mental note to keep things increasing steadily at this pace. His goal is to send Crowley over the edge without needing any more help now. The idea is something he thinks he could be strangely proud of, and maybe Crowley would be proud of him too. He doesn't think that's necessary, but it's... nice.

He makes an executive decision and drags his fingernails down Crowley's back, pressing as hard as he thinks Crowley might enjoy.

Crowley moans softly. Not only is Castiel a fast learner, but he's very intuitive about these things, the naught angel. Crowley wonders how much time he's spent thinking about doing this, not with Crowley necessarily, but at all. He doesn't exactly have a harem of angels to ask, but he'd venture to say most angels don't have much drive or interest.

Pace secured, his hand finds its way to Castiel's hip, where his grips tightly. Part of him would love to just keep the angel here forever and he very firmly tells himself that it's just the lure of sex and degradation. It could be any angel in his bed. This is just the one it happens to be.

He can feel his own orgasm building, not nearly as fast as Castiel's, but faster than usual. There's just something to this that's more erotic than just a little extra pain and he's not particularly embarrassed, if only because he knows Castiel has nothing to compare Crowley's timing to but himself.

Dean places so much importance on sex, or he has, and it seems to be a fundamental aspect of humanity and, by extension, free will. Castiel's looking to flesh out his free will, to take what angels have so often refused to take or simply been uninterested in. He's seen the extent to which angels can resist the idea of being their own... their own being, and it seems to him that sex, at its core, celebrates an individual's right to pleasure for the sake of it. So yes, he has thought about it, in an effort to drum up his own interest. He even kissed Meg, and that had been enjoyable, and then he kissed Crowley, and... kept kissing him. He understands the appeal now.

He thinks he's still doing a good job, judging by Crowley's moan. He only has one real idea of what Crowley might like -- pain -- and so he finds his neck again and bites, harder this time, moderately more sure of himself than he was before. He quickens the pace on Crowley's cock, and he grips his hip too, fingers pressing into him.

A sharp intake of breath and Crowley is too distracted by that bite to even choke out a comment about what a naughty thing Castiel is, but he thinks it. He tightens his fist in Castiel's hair, tugging at the roots. Even if Castiel doesn't enjoy pain the way he does, who doesn't like a little hair pulling and scratching? He imagines Castiel will figure out what he likes as they go and won't that be fun?

He breaths out, shaky and uncharacteristically desperate as his hips thrust into Castiel's hand. He can feel that he's on the cusp. He just needs a little bit more.

He thrusts his hips once, twice and then he comes with a low groan.

As Crowley's grip tightens in his hair, Castiel surprises himself with a moan, clutching tighter to Crowley. He's also interested in how it feels for Crowley to thrust against him, which is strangely erotic and -- he's sure if he thought about it enough -- arousing. He likes the desperation in Crowley's movements, and he strokes his fingers up Crowley's spine after he comes, taking a moment to memorize this. He'll want to think about it later.

Now he's not quite sure what they're supposed to do, so he stalls and kisses Crowley's jaw, gentler now, still mimicking what Crowley had done to him earlier. He'd liked the gentleness after his orgasm.

One thing he's very certain of is that he wants to do this again.

"This is definitely more enjoyable without our clothes."

Crowley chuckles and closes his eyes, pressing closer against Castiel. He can't even remember the last time he'd done something this simple and it's almost strange to be reminded that simple things can actually be quite nice.

"All of my ideas are excellent and you should always listen to me." There's a softness to his voice that he'd like to explain away with a post-orgasm haze, but he rarely sounds like this after sex.

Everything that Castiel is doing feels wonderful and he wonders how hard it will be to get Castiel to stay for a while. Torture is fun, but lying in bed with a partner he knows isn't thinking about stabbing him quite literally in the back is a rarity.

He shifts until he can kiss Castiel, his earlier desperation replaced with what one might mistake for mild affection.

He huffs, and it's close to a laugh.

"I'm not that naive."

He doesn't think he's that naive at all anymore, not in many areas; in sex, yes, but he's working on that and that's what this is all about anyway. It has nothing to do with fondness or a particular attraction to Crowley; he'd simply been convenient, and Castiel can't imagine he would have many hangups about engaging in sexual relations. He's a demon, the king of Hell, and if anyone can have sex for the sake of indulgence, Castiel would imagine he can. That's why he's here and not in another brothel with another Chastity.

This has nothing to do with affection, no fondness; how can he be fond of an abomination like Crowley? He can lie with him, but Castiel will keep his hands clean. That thought made so much sense before, but now, kissing Crowley back, it leaves him unsettled. Guilty, even.

"Is this the end of the..." Sex act? Liason? "Ritual?" In other words, can he go before he spends too long lying in Crowley's arms and thinking about... well, lying?

Crowley knows that Castiel isn't all that naive. He teases, yes, but he could easily find other things to tease Castiel about, too. No, Castiel is clever. Crowley wouldn't work with him if he wasn't.

"It can be." Crowley settles his head on the pillow, lying still half on top of Castiel. "I wasn't planning to kick you out, though. Sometimes people linger. You'll learn how to tell when you're wanted."

It's the closest Crowley is going to get to telling Castiel that he is wanted. He already wants to kiss Castiel again. He bends his head just enough to kiss his shoulder instead. It's a stupid indulgence and he's letting himself get a little too into this, but he's allowed indulgences here and there and it's unlikely that Castiel will really know enough to call him on it.

The hand that had tugged at Castiel's hair now sifts through it lazily. He doesn't let himself really hope that Castiel will stay, but he can admit to himself that he'd like it.

Together, he and Castiel might just be unstoppable if his plan works. Heaven and Hell and Earth can be theirs.

The more he indulges in the affection, the more Castiel wants to stay. He's watching Crowley as he comes close to telling Castiel he's wanted here, and he does take it to mean that. Crowley can't be that serious; this must be part of some coercion tactic to make sure Castiel remains faithful to their deal. He won't, of course. Crowley's a fool for thinking so, but how many people has Crowley cheated out of their souls, and how many deals has he slid out of? Who owes him honesty?

Castiel's not naive about many things, but he's not aware either of how powerfully he can talk himself in circles around an issue. He'd been feeling guilty, and he still is, but he's talked himself out of it long enough to kiss Crowley, soft and sensual, and a little sloppy, but he's technically free-styling this, no longer trying to reproduce something he's seen.

"I should return to Heaven. They'll need the direction." His eyes flick over Crowley's face, and whatever fondness there, he chooses to write off as contentment. Crowley's incapable of connections like that, isn't he? He isn't like Dean or Sam.

"I would like to come back. Here." He means the bedroom and Crowley's embrace, though he's not good at explaining that.

Oh, that kiss. Crowley's embarrassed to say that he melts just a little bit. It's been a long time since anyone's kissed him like that. Tonight has been a return to many things he hasn't felt in a while, some of them not since he was human.

He sighs when Castiel says he should go. He's probably right and Crowley is well aware that Castiel is ever the diligent little soldier. The other angels are probably screwed without him. Castiel's the only one Crowley thinks he'll ever be able to stand.

"Just call ahead. Wouldn't want you catching me in a compromising position." He's mostly teasing. Mostly. He actually doesn't think Castiel would want to catch him with another person any more than he seems to enjoy watching Crowley torture, though he's trying to desensitize him to that, at least. The sex he can let go, though. Truthfully, if Castiel called, he'd likely kick someone out of bed for him. This has been more fun than he's had in ages.

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