The Name's Crowley

I'm King of Hell, mate. Do tread carefully. ((I'm on GMT, Wales time, just so you know. May well be some NSFW stuff going on. No images or GIFs used are mine.))

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“What you wear reflects on me. I’ll not have you unkempt.” The demon said stiffly.

Balthazar shook his head amusedly. "If you say so, I'll not complain,"

Crowley gave a snort.

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Crowley nodded, pleased. 

“So, are we going now?” he asked and grinned slightly. It felt like he hadn’t been outside for years and he was really happy to finally be able to. 

Crowley gave another, easy nod. “That we are. Come.” He gestured for the pet to follow him as he left the room.

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Balthazar followed him outside. 

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Crowley grasped the other’s shoulder in a strong hand, making them disappear and reappear in London. It was chilly, but Crowley paid the weather no heed, linking arms with the angel and crossing the road, bringing the two of them past the museum.

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Balthazar smiled when he realized they were in London. He hadn’t been here in a very long time. “So where are we going exactly?” he asked curiously. 

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"A tailor's." Crowley said simply. "Trousers, shirts, a coat. Some jackets. A few ties. Then shoes - decent shoes." He muttered, giving a dirty look to Balthazar's own.

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Crowley nodded, pleased. 

“So, are we going now?” he asked and grinned slightly. It felt like he hadn’t been outside for years and he was really happy to finally be able to. 

Crowley gave another, easy nod. “That we are. Come.” He gestured for the pet to follow him as he left the room.

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Balthazar followed him outside. 

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Crowley grasped the other's shoulder in a strong hand, making them disappear and reappear in London. It was chilly, but Crowley paid the weather no heed, linking arms with the angel and crossing the road, bringing the two of them past the museum.

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Crowley nodded, pleased. 

“So, are we going now?” he asked and grinned slightly. It felt like he hadn’t been outside for years and he was really happy to finally be able to. 

Crowley gave another, easy nod. "That we are. Come." He gestured for the pet to follow him as he left the room.

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Balthazar woke up after a while, finding himself laying in bed once again. Crowley was nowhere around, so he assumed the demon was working. Balthazar sighed and got dressed again with a simple thought. He stood up and looked out of one of the windows. Sometimes he wondered what would happen if anyone found out that he was here with Crowley… 

Crowley was in his office, quietly and efficiently moving through a pile of paperwork.

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Balthazar walked out of the bedroom and passed Crowley’s office. He didn’t go inside, knowing that Crowley didn’t like being interrupted. So he simply went to the living room and looked for a book to read. 

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Crowley finished his work easily enough within a few hours, and promptly he he left his office, wandering to look for his pet.

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Balthazar looked up when he heard footsteps. He just now realized he’d been reading for hours. He shook his head slightly and stood up, meeting Crowley just outside the room. “Finished working?” he asked hopefully, because he really wanted to get out of this house for a while. 

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"Mmm-hmm." Crowley nodded, looking at the other with a slight, critical frown. "I think before our park and restaurant we should go shopping. Get some nicer clothes for you."

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Balthazar woke up after a while, finding himself laying in bed once again. Crowley was nowhere around, so he assumed the demon was working. Balthazar sighed and got dressed again with a simple thought. He stood up and looked out of one of the windows. Sometimes he wondered what would happen if anyone found out that he was here with Crowley… 

Crowley was in his office, quietly and efficiently moving through a pile of paperwork.

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Balthazar walked out of the bedroom and passed Crowley’s office. He didn’t go inside, knowing that Crowley didn’t like being interrupted. So he simply went to the living room and looked for a book to read. 

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Crowley finished his work easily enough within a few hours, and promptly he he left his office, wandering to look for his pet.

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“We can. I promise you, if you dared try flying off it wouldn’t end well for you.” Crowley said darkly.

“Where would you like to go?”

He didn’t want to fly off, so he didn’t care about Crowley’s threat He only wondered what they could do. “I don’t know, I just…

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Crowley nodded. “Good.”

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We might as well blow coke and jump on the bed.: nowthatiseroticvalue: “We can. I promise you, if you dared try flying...

Balthazar was still kind of tired and he dozed off after a whileHis last thought being if Crowley could ever actually care abot him, though that would probably never happen. 

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The demon snorted at Balthazar's sleeping form. He lifted the other out of the bath, drying the both of them with a thought, and set him down on the bed, moving to get dressed himself.

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Balthazar practically purred and nuzzled his face into Crowley’s neck. He was so worn out, he couldn’t care less. 

Crowley chuckled. “Such a good pet.” He commented.

“Do we have any other plans for today?” he asked curiously and looked up at Crowley. 

Crowley rinsed through his pet’s hair, thoughtful. “I’ve paperwork today, which I should finish around three. We can do something then, if you desire.” 

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Balthazar thought for a moment. “Can we go out if I promise you not to fly off?” he asked hesitantly. He simply needed to get out of this house for once. He hadn’t been outside in so long and he really had no plans to fly off, for some weird reason he wanted to stay with Crowley. 

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"We can. I promise you, if you dared try flying off it wouldn't end well for you." Crowley said darkly. 

"Where would you like to go?"

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Balthazar practically purred and nuzzled his face into Crowley’s neck. He was so worn out, he couldn’t care less. 

Crowley chuckled. “Such a good pet.” He commented.

“Do we have any other plans for today?” he asked curiously and looked up at Crowley. 

Crowley rinsed through his pet's hair, thoughtful. "I've paperwork today, which I should finish around three. We can do something then, if you desire." 

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“But I am touching you.” Crowley purred, grinning.

Balthazar groaned frustratedly. “Make me come please.. I need to…” he managed to say. If Crowley kept going like that he’d probably lose it all, anyway. 

“No. Come like this.” Crowley murmured, pressing on the glands again.

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Balthazar only lasted a little while longer and then he came with a strangled cry of Crowley’s name and some more moans. His face pressed into Crowley’s shoulder and he was still panting after he came down from his high. 

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“Good boy.” Crowley praised.

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Balthazar was completely spent after that. And even though they just got up, he could very well go to sleep again now. 

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Crowley reached for the shampoo and began to wash Balthazar’s hair, uncaring of his fatigue.

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Balthazar practically purred and nuzzled his face into Crowley’s neck. He was so worn out, he couldn’t care less. 

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Crowley chuckled. "Such a good pet." He commented.

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“But I am touching you.” Crowley purred, grinning.

Balthazar groaned frustratedly. “Make me come please.. I need to…” he managed to say. If Crowley kept going like that he’d probably lose it all, anyway. 

“No. Come like this.” Crowley murmured, pressing on the glands again.

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Balthazar only lasted a little while longer and then he came with a strangled cry of Crowley’s name and some more moans. His face pressed into Crowley’s shoulder and he was still panting after he came down from his high. 

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“Good boy.” Crowley praised.

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Balthazar was completely spent after that. And even though they just got up, he could very well go to sleep again now. 

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Crowley reached for the shampoo and began to wash Balthazar's hair, uncaring of his fatigue.

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“But I am touching you.” Crowley purred, grinning.

Balthazar groaned frustratedly. “Make me come please.. I need to…” he managed to say. If Crowley kept going like that he’d probably lose it all, anyway. 

“No. Come like this.” Crowley murmured, pressing on the glands again.

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Balthazar only lasted a little while longer and then he came with a strangled cry of Crowley’s name and some more moans. His face pressed into Crowley’s shoulder and he was still panting after he came down from his high. 

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"Good boy." Crowley praised.

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“But I am touching you.” Crowley purred, grinning.

Balthazar groaned frustratedly. “Make me come please.. I need to…” he managed to say. If Crowley kept going like that he’d probably lose it all, anyway. 

"No. Come like this." Crowley murmured, pressing on the glands again.

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“Hush, now.” Crowley murmured, beginning to work the downy, underside of Balthazar’s wings.

Balthazar couldn’t control the moans and gasps anymore. It felt so good to be touched like that and he didn’t care if it was Crowley. He simply never wanted this to stop. 

“Good boy.” Crowley murmured, feeling closer to Balthazar’s back to see if the angel had any oil glands.

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Balthazar slightloy bit his lower lip when Crowley got close to his oil glands. Thinking became really difficult and he only wanted to feel more of this pleasure. 

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“Ah. There they are.” Crowley pressed gently on the glands, carefully coating his fingers in the oil so that he could comb it through the other’s feathers and make them sheen.

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Balthazar was a panting mess by now. Actually aching to be touched elsewhere but Crowley probably wouldn’t let him have it all too soon. “Please, Crowley,” he begged. 

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“Hmm? What is it?” Crowley massaged the muscle in Balthazar’s wings, where they adjoined his back.

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“Please just touch me, please.” he moaned and slumped against Crowley, not even able to sit straight anymore. 

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"But I am touching you." Crowley purred, grinning.

[nowthatiseroticvalue-blog]

“Hush, now.” Crowley murmured, beginning to work the downy, underside of Balthazar’s wings.

Balthazar couldn’t control the moans and gasps anymore. It felt so good to be touched like that and he didn’t care if it was Crowley. He simply never wanted this to stop. 

“Good boy.” Crowley murmured, feeling closer to Balthazar’s back to see if the angel had any oil glands.

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Balthazar slightloy bit his lower lip when Crowley got close to his oil glands. Thinking became really difficult and he only wanted to feel more of this pleasure. 

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“Ah. There they are.” Crowley pressed gently on the glands, carefully coating his fingers in the oil so that he could comb it through the other’s feathers and make them sheen.

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Balthazar was a panting mess by now. Actually aching to be touched elsewhere but Crowley probably wouldn’t let him have it all too soon. “Please, Crowley,” he begged. 

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"Hmm? What is it?" Crowley massaged the muscle in Balthazar's wings, where they adjoined his back.

[nowthatiseroticvalue-blog]

“Hush, now.” Crowley murmured, beginning to work the downy, underside of Balthazar’s wings.

Balthazar couldn’t control the moans and gasps anymore. It felt so good to be touched like that and he didn’t care if it was Crowley. He simply never wanted this to stop. 

“Good boy.” Crowley murmured, feeling closer to Balthazar’s back to see if the angel had any oil glands.

[wingedbastard-blog]

Balthazar slightloy bit his lower lip when Crowley got close to his oil glands. Thinking became really difficult and he only wanted to feel more of this pleasure. 

[wellbollocks-blog]

"Ah. There they are." Crowley pressed gently on the glands, carefully coating his fingers in the oil so that he could comb it through the other's feathers and make them sheen.

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Balthazar hesitated for a moment but then concentrated on unfurling his wings to full length. “Be careful.. Please,” he said, almost in a begging tone. His wings were one of the last things that even reminded him he was still an angel.. And he didn’t want them to get hurt. 

Crowley just chuckled darkly. “Turn around so the wings are facing me.” He ordered, settling back to give Balthazar space.

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Balthazar felt really uncomfortable now. But he didn’t protest, so he turned around to face Crowley. The angel frowned and hung his head slightly. 

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With well practised movements of his deft fingers, Crowley began through Balthazar’s feathers and groom the wings, combing out matts and cleaning away dirt.

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Balthazar was slightly taken aback by the way Crowley touched his wings. It didn’t hurt at all. it felt amazing. His wings fluttered slightly and Balthazar let out another moan of pleasure. “Thanks,” he said, since his wings hadn’t been groomed in a long time and he really appreciated the gesture. 

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"Hush, now." Crowley murmured, beginning to work the downy, underside of Balthazar's wings.