As soon as he closed the bedroom door behind him, Castiel rocketed forwards, grabbing Crowley - Oh, by the seven Gods, Crowley was a good deal shorter than him and he hadn’t noticed, how had he not noticed that? - by the cheeks and pulling him into a hard kiss, deep and rough, and Castiel’s cheeks were clean-shaven and boyish so he felt every bit of stubble scrape at his own skin, a sensation Castiel had found enjoyment in for who knows how long. But fuck, when he bit at Crowley’s lips, the older man did nothing short of moan, leaning into the kiss further and letting Castiel take his mouth.
When Castiel pulled back, he felt dazed, and despite Crowley’s (ever-so-slightly) dreamy smile, he looked completely awake.
“I don’t take cocks.” Castiel mumbled.
“Oh, with strength and a kiss like that, boy, I don’t want you to.” This was odd. Castiel knew there were certain implications in preferring to take a cock - a sensation Castiel found no real pleasure in - and yet Crowley, a man made of implications seemed to care not a jot. Somehow, that idea was intoxicating.
Castiel shot forwards, throwing Crowley back onto the bed and climbing atop his thighs, capturing his mouth in a kiss again. Crowley reached up and grabbed at Castiel’s hair, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the rough treatment as he felt the slight pull at his scalp. He pulled back, and after that, Castiel moved to remove Crowley’s robes, and froze, brow furrowing as his eyes scanned over the fabric. "I, uh, I don’t know how to remove these." "You’d best get off me then." Crowley said with a silver tongue, and Castiel scowled at him, the expression almost a churlish pout. He pulled back all the same, and watched Crowley as he fluidly removed the robes, raising an eyebrow at him once he was naked.
“Are you going to produce your cock through that leather?” He asked, and Castiel jolted, blinking before remembering his own tunic. He scrambled to undo his clothes and pull them off, throwing them aside, and Crowley merely snorted at him.
Castiel struggled with the buckles at his boots, but soon enough he was undressed, and when he turned back Crowley was on his back against a multitude of pillows, head tilted back as he fucked himself with three fingers. Castiel’s mouth went dry. Crowley was in a state of some vulnerability like this, Castiel knew, but by the Gods, he looked delectable.
Crowley’s chest was scattered with dark hair, and there were scars littering his thighs and his stomach, but fuck, his cock was thick and hard against his stomach, and shit, even as Castiel was it leaked a pearl of white onto the hair dusted skin there.
“Fuck.” He whispered, his eyes wide. Crowley gathered more oil on his fingers and fucked them into himself again, and Castiel’s gaze was drawn to the way he opened for it, spreading his legs wider, tilting his head back further.
“Yeah, that’s right, pretty boy. Come.” Crowley demanded, and Castiel moved onto the bed, shifting on his knees as he waited for Crowley to turn over. “What are you doing?” Castiel blinked.
“I, er, you- you’re on your back?” Crowley snorted.
“We’re not dogs, boy. Now, come here.” Castiel furrowed his brow but did so, and Crowley rolled his eyes as he pulled his fingers back, wetting Castiel’s cock in oil, and Gods, it was slick. He hesitated, but Crowley was impatient, and with his dry hand he grabbed Castiel by the hair, pulling him close. “Fuck me.” He demanded, and Castiel lined himself up and did, feeling himself enveloped in hot, wet tightness, and he gave a short, choked little sound against Crowley’s ear.
“You’d better last.” Crowley muttered, and Castiel snorted, beginning to fuck forwards and into him, one hand gripping hard at Crowley’s waist and digging crescent marks into the skin there, leaning to bite and hip at the skin on his neck. Crowley gave a choked little sound of pleasure, arching greedily and grabbing at Castiel’s back, marking lines down the tanned skin there.
Castiel grunted at the sensation, feeling blood bead at the top of his shoulder blades, but fuck it, he didn’t care. He bit down hard, knowing Crowley’s skin would be suitably obscured by the heavy fabric of his robes, and Crowley moaned, baring his teeth as he gave a slight hiss at the pain.
“Kiss me again.” He growled, and Castiel did, roughly taking his mouth and pressing into it as he continued to fuck forwards with his hips. Castiel came first despite his initial derision at Crowley’s comment, and damn, Castiel was fucking frustrated at having lost the challenge.
Crowley smirked at him, ready to say something, but then Castiel pulled out and dipped his head to take Crowley’s cock into his mouth. That took The Spider by surprise, and Crowley’s sound was almost a yelp as he wove his hand in Castiel’s hair again, closing his eyes. Castiel had sucked a cock before, and he was quick and clever with his tongue.
He didn’t swallow when Crowley came, spitting into a piece of cloth the older man offered him. “Well done.” Crowley purred, and Castiel shook his head, laughing a little as he looked away.
“Well done yourself.”
“Kiss me again.” Castiel blinked at him.
“But- but I just suck-”
“I don’t care: kiss me again.” Castiel shifted forwards, and Crowley took his mouth this time, and Castiel couldn’t help but whimper against his mouth as Crowley worked the same treatment Castiel had effected on him, biting at his lips, dominating Castiel’s mouth. When Crowley let him go Castiel’s cheeks were flushed, his lips red and bruised, and he was taking in the littlest gasps of breath.
“You don’t like to bottom, eh?”
“No.” Castiel whispered, breathing heavily.
“S’too bad. It can be quite enjoyable with the proper… Partner.” Crowley grinned at him. “As demonstrated.” Castiel returned a smirk of his own.
“Pay me in information and perhaps I’ll let you show me.” Crowley laughed, a true guffaw, hand on his stomach as he threw his head back.
“Oh, I like you, boy. Tell Gabriel his message has been well-received.”
“Of course.” Castiel was smiling to himself as he moved to pick up his clothes. “A mutually useful relationship.” He commented, and Crowley snorted.
FILL PART 2, Team Crowley/Sam, Learning The Ropes, NSFW
When Castiel pulled back, he felt dazed, and despite Crowley’s (ever-so-slightly) dreamy smile, he looked completely awake.
“I don’t take cocks.” Castiel mumbled.
“Oh, with strength and a kiss like that, boy, I don’t want you to.” This was odd. Castiel knew there were certain implications in preferring to take a cock - a sensation Castiel found no real pleasure in - and yet Crowley, a man made of implications seemed to care not a jot. Somehow, that idea was intoxicating.
Castiel shot forwards, throwing Crowley back onto the bed and climbing atop his thighs, capturing his mouth in a kiss again. Crowley reached up and grabbed at Castiel’s hair, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the rough treatment as he felt the slight pull at his scalp. He pulled back, and after that, Castiel moved to remove Crowley’s robes, and froze, brow furrowing as his eyes scanned over the fabric.
"I, uh, I don’t know how to remove these."
"You’d best get off me then." Crowley said with a silver tongue, and Castiel scowled at him, the expression almost a churlish pout. He pulled back all the same, and watched Crowley as he fluidly removed the robes, raising an eyebrow at him once he was naked.
“Are you going to produce your cock through that leather?” He asked, and Castiel jolted, blinking before remembering his own tunic. He scrambled to undo his clothes and pull them off, throwing them aside, and Crowley merely snorted at him.
Castiel struggled with the buckles at his boots, but soon enough he was undressed, and when he turned back Crowley was on his back against a multitude of pillows, head tilted back as he fucked himself with three fingers. Castiel’s mouth went dry. Crowley was in a state of some vulnerability like this, Castiel knew, but by the Gods, he looked delectable.
Crowley’s chest was scattered with dark hair, and there were scars littering his thighs and his stomach, but fuck, his cock was thick and hard against his stomach, and shit, even as Castiel was it leaked a pearl of white onto the hair dusted skin there.
“Fuck.” He whispered, his eyes wide. Crowley gathered more oil on his fingers and fucked them into himself again, and Castiel’s gaze was drawn to the way he opened for it, spreading his legs wider, tilting his head back further.
“Yeah, that’s right, pretty boy. Come.” Crowley demanded, and Castiel moved onto the bed, shifting on his knees as he waited for Crowley to turn over. “What are you doing?” Castiel blinked.
“I, er, you- you’re on your back?” Crowley snorted.
“We’re not dogs, boy. Now, come here.” Castiel furrowed his brow but did so, and Crowley rolled his eyes as he pulled his fingers back, wetting Castiel’s cock in oil, and Gods, it was slick. He hesitated, but Crowley was impatient, and with his dry hand he grabbed Castiel by the hair, pulling him close. “Fuck me.” He demanded, and Castiel lined himself up and did, feeling himself enveloped in hot, wet tightness, and he gave a short, choked little sound against Crowley’s ear.
“You’d better last.” Crowley muttered, and Castiel snorted, beginning to fuck forwards and into him, one hand gripping hard at Crowley’s waist and digging crescent marks into the skin there, leaning to bite and hip at the skin on his neck. Crowley gave a choked little sound of pleasure, arching greedily and grabbing at Castiel’s back, marking lines down the tanned skin there.
Castiel grunted at the sensation, feeling blood bead at the top of his shoulder blades, but fuck it, he didn’t care. He bit down hard, knowing Crowley’s skin would be suitably obscured by the heavy fabric of his robes, and Crowley moaned, baring his teeth as he gave a slight hiss at the pain.
“Kiss me again.” He growled, and Castiel did, roughly taking his mouth and pressing into it as he continued to fuck forwards with his hips. Castiel came first despite his initial derision at Crowley’s comment, and damn, Castiel was fucking frustrated at having lost the challenge.
Crowley smirked at him, ready to say something, but then Castiel pulled out and dipped his head to take Crowley’s cock into his mouth. That took The Spider by surprise, and Crowley’s sound was almost a yelp as he wove his hand in Castiel’s hair again, closing his eyes. Castiel had sucked a cock before, and he was quick and clever with his tongue.
He didn’t swallow when Crowley came, spitting into a piece of cloth the older man offered him. “Well done.” Crowley purred, and Castiel shook his head, laughing a little as he looked away.
“Well done yourself.”
“Kiss me again.” Castiel blinked at him.
“But- but I just suck-”
“I don’t care: kiss me again.” Castiel shifted forwards, and Crowley took his mouth this time, and Castiel couldn’t help but whimper against his mouth as Crowley worked the same treatment Castiel had effected on him, biting at his lips, dominating Castiel’s mouth. When Crowley let him go Castiel’s cheeks were flushed, his lips red and bruised, and he was taking in the littlest gasps of breath.
“You don’t like to bottom, eh?”
“No.” Castiel whispered, breathing heavily.
“S’too bad. It can be quite enjoyable with the proper… Partner.” Crowley grinned at him. “As demonstrated.” Castiel returned a smirk of his own.
“Pay me in information and perhaps I’ll let you show me.” Crowley laughed, a true guffaw, hand on his stomach as he threw his head back.
“Oh, I like you, boy. Tell Gabriel his message has been well-received.”
“Of course.” Castiel was smiling to himself as he moved to pick up his clothes. “A mutually useful relationship.” He commented, and Crowley snorted.
“Yes, yes, I think so.”
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