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Being here long enough one learns the ins and outs of how this weird, fucked up place works. The people it brings in and the people it takes away just as keenly, as if they were never here in the first place. Just like hearing about Sam being in this place yet he'd never run into him. Ran into all sorts of people in a large place like this, and

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Crowley presses in so that their chests brush at that accusation about being all talk. He wants Dean to feel him; he's not so sweet he needs to hear him say it, but he lets him feel it, makes it slow, gives him chances to pull away. Because those are damning. He lets his hand slide down and settle on his hips, linger a moment watching Dean, who seems to have chosen between desire and doubt, and Crowley very much agrees with his selection. He looks at the hunter, his bright almlet amber hues on green as he sinks down to his knees in front of him. He's as careful as he can be with his slacks- who knows when he'll find another good suit- but for the moment the prospect of Dean's cock is far more enchanting. The demon noses in against Dean's denims, dragging his cheek against the press of his erection and he murmurs quietly.

Trapped in an alternate dimension or whatever this place is apparently comes with perks. He leans up, using his teeth to pop the button and drag the zipper down so his can keep his hands on the hunter's hips. He pulls his jeans down far enough that he can free his cock. He exhales a hot breath, lets it whisper against soft skin. Fuck, he wants this.

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Holy fuck, Dean thinks, watching the demon slide to his knees in his well tailored suit and his breath catches at the sight and his cock throbs painfully in the confines of his jeans. If it wasn't for the fact he's already been to hell he's sure he'd be going now. And maybe, just a little bit, he understands some what Sam found in Ruby. How alluring it is, the danger and doing something you know you shouldn't. Like letting a demon blow him.

Dean groans out a soft murmur of 'Jesus' as he watches Crowley tug down his zipper with his goddamn teeth and it's way hotter than it should be by far and his hips jerk slightly against the weight of his hands holding him back. When the cool air hits his hot arousal he hisses softly and bites back a groan as he feels the hot breath of the demon ever so close to his cock. And he wants it so damn bad he's practically ready to beg for it.

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Crowley really wishes he could make Dean beg. Push him and tease him, take his time, leave no doubt that Dean wanted this, asked for this. But the truth is that Crowley wants this too. That he's been aching for this for months, that he hasn't had the time to indulge in pleasure around the Apocalypse much. And so his mouth is on Dean's cock almost as soon as hot flesh hits cool air. His tongue lapping at the tip, swirling around it and then his lips are brushing against flesh. Crowley is good at this, impatience non-withstanding. Best blowjob he's ever given? Maybe not. But definitely enough to beat out whatever blonde bimbo from some dive bar that currently holds Dean's record.

He wraps his lips around the head on Dean's cock, humming lightly with pleasure as he sucks, letting his tongue flick and press against the vein at the underside. He tilts his head to either side, slowly switching up the angle. His fingers stroke over Dean's hips and then Crowley's slowly pressing down, taking more as he looks up at Dean, wanting to see his face, watch his expressions. His mouth wrapped lewdly around the hunter's cock as he sucks, tracing under the head with the tip of his tongue, working to find what Dean likes with a wickedly attentive tongue as he takes him all the way down.

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"Oh fuck," he gasps out, mouth dropping open shamefully as he pants out hot breaths of need and want, small little mewling moans escape him as he tentatively rocks forward -- or tries to but can't with Crowley's grip on his hips. But it's enough to feel his lips and tongue around him, sinful like the demon he is and his head thunks back against the wall as his bows forward slightly. It's fucking fantastic and he can't remember a better blow than this. Jesus fuck, it feels so good and he's moaning louder now.

"Ngh, yeah, suck it," Dean breaths out, head lolling to the side as he reaches up a hand and fits it against the back of the demon's head but he doesn't push or pull, just holds on. His face is slack with pleasure as he glances down and their gazes catch, a shiver rolling down his spine. "God," he moans loudly when the demon sucks him down even deeper, hips jerking minutely, legs spreading a little wider to help his balance or he's sure they'll give out beneath him the pleasure's so fucking good.

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It makes his toes curl in his expensive leather shoes, the sound of Dean's moans, the feel of his cock on his tongue. The weight of it, the girth, the way the soft skin tastes as he sucks at it, tongue lapping eagerly as it fills his mouth. There's a faint shiver as Dean breathes encouraging words, telling him to suck it as fingers cup at the back of his head. His dark lashes flutter and he's more than willing to oblige that demand. There's something that's almost like a grin as he looks up at Dean, probably would be a grin if not for the dick in his mouth. And then he presses down, easy and smooth, one fluid motion and he's all the way down on the hunter's thick girth, has it buried down his throat easy as anything. A few hundred years of experience, but Dean puts an edge of want into it, has Crowley making hot little moans into it. He stays like that for a moment, his hands slipping from hips to palm and stroke over thighs.

And then Crowley's moving, pulling back and then sinking back down, taking him to the hilt, hollowing his cheeks and flexing his throat as he sucks on him. Fuck, but he loves this. He loses himself in it a little, one hand stroking up to cup at the hunter's balls, surprisingly gentle touches strokig over skin as he murmurs into flesh, wanton because it's hot and slick and fucking wonderful. He really, really should have done this before, but he'll definitely take what he has. He tilts his head a little, changing the angle, putting pressure on the vein at the underside.

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"Fuck yeah, that's it," Dean moans loudly, body otherwise relaxed against the wall and he can't think of anything else but this spine-tingling pleasure rushing through him, sure Crowley is sucking his brain out his dick or something. And then he's taking Dean all the way down and the hunter shouts in pleasure, hips surging up and thrusting forward, finding that he can move now with the demon's hands teasing his balls and sliding smooth over his naked thighs.

His grip tightenes on Crowley's head slightly as he fucks into the demon's mouth, moaning loud and often as he rocks forward, sinking his dick further and further down his throat. And it's so fucking good, the best he's undoubtedly ever had. "Jesus fuck... fucking... fuck." Dean panted out, eloquent as always but really, can anyone blame him when he has this expert cocksucker on his knees blowing him?

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Crowley murmurs in response to those moans and curses, encouragement that spills off Dean's tongue as the hunter grabs his head harder, fucks into his throat. And Crowley takes it without a hitch, flexing his throat around Dean as he shoves deeper, but the demon never gags, never chokes, never pulls back because he can't take it. His eyes are thin slits of blissed-out amber under his eyelashes, so hot with it as he bobs and sucks and touches. Fuck but this felt good.

The way fingers grab and tighten and curl in his black hair, Dean's hips rocking, and Crowley lets Dean just fuck his throat. Dean isn't the only one moaning, the demon flushed with arousal. He wants to get him off, wants him spilling over his tongue, down his throat, wants to taste him, feel him. And, hopefully? He wants to do this again. He loves the taste of Dean's cock, the way the hunter fucks roughly down his throat, the weight on his tongue and the feel of skin under his fingers.

He whispers quiet encouragements, but they're turned into vulgar sounds by the slap of skin against his slick lips.

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All Dean can do is moan, the pleasure all consuming as it rushes through him and his hips can't stop moving because he needs to come, needs to spill white hot down the other man's throat. He's never wanted it more than he does now. He fucks in hard and fast, mindless pleasurable fucking as he shoves his dick deeper down Crowley's throat and moaning loudly when it convulses around him, sucks him in deeper, so hot and wet.

"Fuck, fuck," Dean swears as he feels the pleasure building up so quick he's barely able to get a warning out before he's thrusting in hard and deep, stilling as he comes with a shout, pulsing hard and thick down Crowley's throat, coating his mouth and tongue, hips grinding in as he moans loudly, a sharp keening sound, head thrown back in utter, blissful pleasure, whole body shaking with it's intensity. And it's the best fucking orgasm he's ever had in his whole goddamn life, so good he almost blacks out.

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Crowley is aching, embarrassingly on edge just from how it feels to have Dean moaning above him, wantonly fucking his throat as if he can't get enough. Roughly forcing his dick down Crowley's throat, as the man takes it, his polished suit ruffled. There's a flutter of his eyes as he looks up at Dean, his eyes bright and needy as he sucks and slurps against his dick, lets Dean hilt his cock down his throat again and again.

And then Dean's there coming with a rough shout, and there's a whine of need muffled messy on Crowley's lips as his hands hold the hunter's hips; not restrictive, letting him rock his hips, but more to offer support in case he needs it. The demon is clearly loving it as Dean shoves in and breaks, come shooting hot and thick down Crowley's throat, filling his mouth, and he drinks it down. Soft suction of his lips against Dean's dick as he swallows, taking it all. That brief, vulgar look as his mouth is full with it, but he swallows all of it, his tongue lapping, curling, trying to clean his cock, steal any bit of the hunter's release he might have missed.

He finally lets Dean's dick slip from his mouth, leaving a sticky trail of saliva against his cheek as Crowley nuzzles into Dean's hip, breathless and shaking.

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Holy mother fuck. That has to be the best blow he's ever had. He can't remember the last time he's gotten so hot and came so hard. He's only slightly disgusted by the fact that it was a demon that got him off but he otherwise can't be bothered to feel upset about it, not when the pleasure's still buzzing hot through him. His hand cards through the dark hair on the man's head and looking down he can see the bulge in the man's no doubt expensive slacks.

His lips twitch in amusement knowing Crowley got just as hard sucking him off as he did getting blown. A surge of heat rushed through him as he moved his boot and pressed the sole of it against the man's cock, pressing and rubbing hard. Not enough to hurt but enough to feel good with the friction it provided. "Bet you'd look just as hot losing it on your knees in front of me as you did sucking my dick."

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There's a low murmur, a flutter of eyelashes over lust hot eyes as Dean's fingers card through his dark hair. He's trying to catch his breath, but the hunter goes and ruins that with a twitch of his lips and his boot pressing down against Crowley's cock. It was all pleasure, all hot friction, and he leaned his head into Dean's fingers, a whine on his lips at the pressure, at those words.

He really wanted to protest. It was his best suit, and he was down a tailor, and had no idea if one could even get a suit properly dry cleaned in this place anyway. But lust was the enemy of logic, and with the friction, the way that Dean rubbed against his cock, he couldn't bring himself to care. A little demeaning, maybe, but Crowley was no stranger to sexual deviance, either.

It didn't take him long at all. A few moments, and then he was losing it, a sharp groan of pleasure, his head shifting into Dean's hand, tilting back to expose his throat, his cock twitching as he came. His eyes sparking bright, lips quivering and his fingers tightening against the hunter's hips.

"Fuck, Dean-"

Not his most eloquent turn of phrase. He thought he could be excused under the circumstances.

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Dean groaned low in his throat as he felt Crowley's hips twitch against his foot and his own cock throbbed valiantly at the sight of the demon coming on his knees in front of him and it shouldn't be as hot as it is. He petted his fingers through Crowley's hair, a lazy grin on his face. "Sorry 'bout your suit, there," Dean murmured as he pressed down once more before pulling his foot back and just leaning against the wall. He pulled his hands back to tuck himself back in, looking completely sated and sleepy from such intense pleasure.

"Gotta give it to you though, definitely not all talk."

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Crowley murmured in post-orgasmic bliss, nuzzling into how Dean's hand pet against the strands of his hair. He should hav had a snappy comeback for Dean's appology about his suit when Crrowley was distinctly certain that the hunter couldn't have cared less, really -- neither of the Winchesters had ever seemed to have any appreciation for the finer things in life. But, he couldn't quite find the desire with his orgasm still humming through his body. From the sound of it, he'd likely be stuck here long enough to more than make up for one missed snarky remark. And this was actually... kind of nice. Not that he had any intention of saying that outloud.

"'M a crossroads demon, love. I never bluff."

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"So I gather," he replied, licking his lips as he watched the demon on the ground in front of him. He wasn't sure where to go from here. He still had to find a way out but now Crowley was stuck here too and while it might not be the most ideal thing in the world, the last thing he wanted was having to watch his back even more than he had to already. Which meant one thing. A truce.

"I'm thinking that until we find a way out, we hold off on any future bloodbaths, that sound good to you?" Plus if there was less bloodshed there might be time for more fun things like sex and more blowjobs, cause fuck, that had been fucking fantastic. Though from the look on the demon's face, he had a feeling killing him was far from the man's mind at the moment and his dick twitched valiantly at the thought.

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"As endearing as I find it when you try to stab me with that little knife of yours, I suppose not having to worry about when you're going to embarass yourself next would be useful. And what do you want in return?" Crowley got up slowly, his legs still a little shaky even if he mostly seemed back to his normal self. He flashed Dean a grin with a chuckle and a raised eyebrow, palming a hand across the hunter's chest in heavy, unsaid suggestion. "Want me to promise to be on my best behavior?"

Lingering close, as if he was considering kissing Dean, but not quite closing the distance, cool amusement glittering in his eyes, though it overlaid that lingering bliss, the way the demon liked touching, liked being touched. There seemed to always be something attractive, almost magnetic about Dean Winchester and it certainly wasn't his wit or his grasp of simple things like survival and common sense.

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Dean felt himself lick his lips a little as he glanced down to the hand on his chest, feeling the heavy weight of it and the promise in Crowley's words and tone of voice, making him shiver a little. He really couldn't believe he was that fucked up to get hot over a demon, but here he was, just having been blown by one and nearly ready again for a second round. But for a moment he merely watched the demon, gaze flickering over him before speaking up.

"Do that and it's.. a deal." Which was probably stupid to say to a crossroads demon. The last deal he made he wound up in hell -- though it'd been worth it -- but he didn't think those sorts of powers reached to this place, especially if Crowley wasn't even able to leave here on his own, like the rest of them -- or whoever else was stuck here besides the two of them.