Lines That Bind Us - For righteous_bro
Crowley hadn't been joking, but that doesn't mean that he'd expected Dean to accept his offer. The hunter had mentioned having a thing for priests. Crowley had been only too quick to offer up a sexual grin and a line about how if he wants to ravish a priest, they could always pretend. And that's why they're sitting close on the motel bed, Crowley looking over Dean with interest. He actually likes talking things out, hearing what his partner likes, as much fun as feeling things out can be. He does care about lines and limits- when he chooses to- and he has a few of his own, although granted they're nowhere near as firm as most humans.
"So, tell me what you want. What do you want to do to your priest?"
He smiled, tip of his tongue flicking against his bottom lip, because this is interesting. They've played with roles and power games before, but nothing to quite this extent. He's interested, fascinated to see just where Dean's are. The potential of catching glimpses of facets of the hunter he hasn't seen before. Lines define people as much as their desires.
"So, tell me what you want. What do you want to do to your priest?"
He smiled, tip of his tongue flicking against his bottom lip, because this is interesting. They've played with roles and power games before, but nothing to quite this extent. He's interested, fascinated to see just where Dean's are. The potential of catching glimpses of facets of the hunter he hasn't seen before. Lines define people as much as their desires.