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13. Trailing kisses up from the stomach to the mouth
“Oh shut up. They won’t come looking in a bloody closet.”, Crowley hissed, slightly annoyed by the angel constantly nagging him about those damn Winchesters. There was nothing that could ruin his mood faster than the angel mentioning those two denim-wrapped nightmares.
Castiel was practically glued to those two twits and Crowley hardly found a moment in which one of the two wasn’t around and even sank low enough to hide in a closet. A bloody, wooden closet.
At least he’d got the angel’s shirt off, belt unbuckled and breath a little rasher than usual. That, he loved most about the angel. His usual calm and unaffected behaviour, until Crowley started..and he could hear the angel lose it, piece by piece. First the breathing, followed by a rather obvious bulge in his pants and at some point, when Crowley had driven him far enough, he’d even start asking, little grunts escaping him when Crowley didn’t do exactly as he wanted.
“Stop whining.”, he huffed. Crowley was on his knees, yet again. Lately he found himself on his knees in front of Castiel more often than not, but he didn’t care as much as he should. So, he grabbed the other’s hips, one hand on each side, pulling him a little closer as he pressed his lips to a patch of skin, right next to his navel. He could feel Castiel’s skin shivering a little, so he pressed yet another to the other side, smirking as he glanced up to see the angel look at him.
Crowley slowly pressed kiss after kiss to the angel’s stomach, pausing now and then to sink his teeth in, just because he could always draw a little moan from Castiel like that and after that, he concentrated back on his task, trailing a few more kisses up his chest, his shoulder, his neck where Crowley quickly sucked a mark to his skin, just to make sure there was always one left while the others healed and last but not least, he pressed his lips to the angel’s again, humming softly as he slid his arms around Castiel’s waist.