In Which Insurance Agents are Demons

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Eliot was leaning back against the kitchen counter, laughing with an arched brow as he eyed Bobby, tipping the beer in his hand back to meet his lips, and drinking heavily from the amber-gold liquid.  They'd become fast friends after stumbling across each other in the middle of a job.  Turns out the bad guys that Nate and the rest of their crew had

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Eliot gasps, and it's sharp, tinged with discomfort, but there's a hint of heat to it. There's an interest that goes further than Sterling had ever pushed him. Paris had been more, pushing those awkward boundaries Eliot had thought they'd worked out without words just a little bit further back. And then Crowley's hand is curling in the collar of his shirt, the fabric cutting into his trachea, so his breathing is a little bit rasping as he tries to fill his lungs. There's surprise, uncertainty that flashes in his blue eyes, because all of -- whatever this is -- aside, he doesn't really trust Sterling, and now the man has control of his breathing.

It's not in his nature to panic, but this is different from being tortured. It's almost consensual, and it's pleasure, and he's not trying to stop it.

"Never," he only barely manages to get out through his teeth in admittance, because it's a fact they are both well-acquainted with. You can't con someone who knows the answer to their question. And if you could, he wouldn't be the one doing it. Violence was his art, the intimidation that came from casual displays of overwhelming strength. Things that never really worked on Sterling.

His strong hands palming down Crowley's chest in a way that is far more seductive than it has any right to be. Especially with Crowley choking the breath out of him when he doesn't actually know when, or if, he'll stop. He tells himself he'll pull away when it's too much, but he's not honestly sure where that line is, and so he's trying to get enough breath, trembling and still, and holding onto Crowley as his vision dapples dark around the edges.

His eyes are heated, and it's not just from the distance as he starts almost looking through him, his body leaning in closer. A soft murmur trembling on his lips, a flutter of his eyelashes as he looks into the other's dark eyes.