Astronaut5: Like the Devil and Holy Water

Crowley inwardly rejoiced in front of all that passion. He always loved when the otherwise stern angel threw himself at him like that. He immediately responded to the kiss by greedily opening his mouth to deepen it, his glass vanishing in thin air to allow him to grab his jacket and to tighten his fingers in his soulmate's short hair. "That's more like it", he growled, nibbling on his lip.

Hanakael grunted against Crowley's lips, and pushed the demon down onto the mattress, stradling his lap. He kept kissing him hungrily, even moving his hands downards to tug a bit at the knot of his tie.

Crowley let out a low groan himself, letting Hanakael do how he pleased with him. He continued to kiss him like a starved man and lifted his hands to rest them on the angel's shoulders, harshly pulling at his jacket to get it off. He broke the kiss for a moment, to get back some air. When he looked back to his soulmate again, and his pupils were blown wide with lust. "Back in that dirty place", he said, his voice breathless and low, "you were nothing short than the hottest damn thing I have ever seen."

Hanakael held back a breathless laugh, and straightened up just a bit to undo the boutons of his shirt. "Is that so. Will it be enough for me to ask you to finally claim me as yours?" He whispered those words to the demon's ear, before he nibbled at it.

Crowley let out a feral growl at those words, his eyes briefly flashing red. He gained back his composure though, and let out a chuckle. "Hm, I guess I should really stop being a tease, shouldn't I", he answered playfully, palming Hanakael's back... before turning the table in a blink, getting his soulmate pinned down under his body. "My, what a brazen, wanton thing you are. Are you that impatient of being corrupted in every possible way?" He leant down to lick a long, wet stripe on the angel's neck, grinding his hips against the other man's.

Hanakael let out a deep sigh, shivering. "Actually... Yes," he whispered as he flashed a small smile at Crowley, his eyes briefly flashing red as well. "I've been wanting this even before you tainted my grace," he whispered, as he knotted his arms around the demon's neck.

Crowley smiled down at him, leaning down once again to kiss him long and deep. "Then it's me who kept you waiting. My apologies", he purred against his lips. No, he wasn't sorry at all. "Those are nice clothes you have", he mused then almost casually, eyes sweeping over Hanakael's unbuttoned shirt, hands roaming on his chest slowly. He looked straight into his soulmate's eyes. "Take them off." That was an unmistakable order.

A strong shiver ran through Hanakael's spine, who just gulped. Damn. Did he find it hot to be given such an order by Crowley while being pinned down on the demon's bed. He stared back at his soulmate, and briefly licked his lower lip, as he began to undress for him, fully, not even feeling like questioning that order.

Crowley let out a satisfied hum, apparently pleased with that immediate obedience. Soon realizing that undressing in that position would have proven to be complicated, he slowly pulled himself away from Hanakael and raised to his feet, down the bed, taking a step back to be able to fully admire the angel while he undressed. He didn't even start to get off his own clothes. He just toyed a bit with his undone tie, eyes never leaving Hanakael.

Hanakael's mouth had gone dry again, and he was indeniably aroused by the current situation. He discared his last piece of underwear by the bed's side, and looked back at Crowley, now fully bare and... a bit selft-conscious about his current state. He patiently waited for the demon to either make the first move, or give him another order.

Crowley's mouth, on the other side, was definitely watering at the sight of his lover's naked form. He licked his lips. "You look good enough to eat, darling. I am dying to have a taste", he purred lasciviously. He shrugged off his jacket and the tie, starting to unbutton his shirt. "Scoot a bit back on the bed. On the pillows", he ordered again, while letting his shirt fall on the ground.

Hanakael nodded, and shifted his position a bit to lay against the pillows. He kept his eyes on Crowley the whole time, following each of the demon's movements, itching to just come to him and touch his bare skin.

Crowley's smile was downright predatory as he let both his pants and his underwear pool at his feet in just some practiced, swift movements. Contrary to the angel, he didn't seem to have any issues about being stark naked in front of someone else. He walked to the bed again, crawling towards Hanakael with the expression of a cat that has trapped a mouse, eyes never leaving his. He did seem to have every intention of eating him up. He inched as close as possible before he stopped again, hovering over his soulmate. "Spread your legs for me." Yes, that was another order.

Hanakael gulped down again, and spread his legs for Crowley, as the demon had requested. He felt oddly vulnerable right now, and submissive, yet was still aroused by the whole situation. It confused him to some extend.

Crowley's eyes flared red for a brief moment once again. Damn, if that wasn't something he had wanted to witness since the first time he had seen the angel in his bed. He shook his head a bit, to clear his mind through the lust that was fogging it, and leant down to kiss Hanakael's mouth, settling himself comfortably between his open legs, their lenghts brushing together. "Still want this?", he murmured on his lips, before catching them back for another kiss. One of his hands had sneaked down, a finger pressing lightly at Hanakael's entrance. Not to enter, just to tease him a bit. To see if he changed his mind.

Hanakael's breath grew shallow, and he quickly found himself moving his hips, to get more of that delicious friction. "Please," he replied to Crowley, eyes clouded with lust. He had waited long enough before he could finally be Crowley's fully.

Crowley bit Hanakael's lip, sucking on it. "So eager", he murmured, before sitting up to retrieve the lube he kept in the drawer of his bedside table. He poured a bit on his hand, rubbing it between his fingers to warm it up. "You will tell me if it hurts", he warned him. His voice did not allow any space for objections. He scooted back a bit and leant down, mouthing some kisses along the angel's lenght as one of his lubed fingers started to press and probe at his entrance, slowly, teasingly.

Hanakael took a deep breath. He still couldn't get his eyes off Crowley, especially not when he was kissing him in such a place. He sighed longingly, and relaxed softly agains the touches. The fact that he wasn't too weirded out by those fingers against his entrace actually surprised him.

Crowley wasn't exactly known for being overly patient. And that was as well as true even in an intimate situation like that. Seeing how pliant and receptive Hanakael was, he decided to breach in with two fingers at the same time. And he went all the way in, easing them to the knuckles and nestling them there. In the same time, he swallowed the tip of his length, sucking on it.

Hanakael gasped for air when he felt Crowley invading him like he just did, and tried to hold back a moan coming from deep within him. The feeling of something inside of him was beyond odd, yet... yet he fould himself appreciating to know who was responsible for it.

Back at the bunker, after having discussed the whole Hanakael/Crowley issue, Castiel had gone back to Dean's room with him, merely snuggling against his beloved, as they both had a lot to think about. After a while, though, he cleared his throat. "Dean?"

Crowley thoroughly enjoyed himself, and it showed in just how much care and genuine effort he put in preparing Hanakael. He massaged his insides, curled his fingers to find his most sensitive spot while he relaxed his throat to swallow down his entire lenght.

Dean was way more relaxed now that they were back at the bunker, and away from all that Hanakael/Crowley mess. He was mindlessly rubbing circles in Castiel's arm, keeping him hugged close to him, eyes closed. "Hm?", he asked.

Hanakael moaned for good this time, and tightened his fists on the bed sheets, since he didn't dare to grab Crowley himself. He did try to hold back some more indecent noises, both lost between the touches inside of him and the delicious feeling of wet warmth around his length.

Castiel seemed to look for the right words, but couldn't find any. "Have you- Regarding our 'researches', how ready do you think you are?" He cleared his throat, hoping Dean would understand that he was talking about his request to move their relationship to the next level.

Crowley lifted himself a bit, still grinding his fingers against Hanakael's most sensitive spot, moving them in and out rhythmically. He looked at him with nothing but hunger in his eyes. "Don't hold back your sounds on me, sweetheart", he growled. "I want to know when you feel ready enough to take me."

Dean's eyes opened wide at that. Yes, there was no way he could mistake the topic of that question. "Uh... well, I did make some... research on my side." Said research might or might have not been half scientific articles on what a prostate is and half embarrassing gay porn. Still. Research. "And you?"

Hanakael ended up surrendering - then again, it was mostly because Crowley had ordered him not to hold back - and finally let out sighs, moans, and even soft cries of pleasure everytime the demon rubbed his flesh in the right way, in the right spot. His knuckles were now white given how much he was clenching his fists on the sheets.

Castiel cleared his throat, and licked his lip, a bit embarrassed. "I- after all I've read and seen, I fear that my yearning for you has only grown." Thankfully enough, he had found helpful books and articles, aside from the awkward porn videos he had found on the cursed place that is the internet. And he felt more than ready to try it with Dean.

Crowley let out some moans himself. The sweet sounds Hanakael was making made his blood boil like it was on fire, and he loved it. "Oh, Hana. I wish you could see yourself right now. All spread open for me. Delicious", he drawled, his voice low and rough, sliding another finger inside him. He scissored them, still moving them in and out, preparing him at his best.

Dean's mouth went a bit dry. He licked his lips, averting his gaze. "Well... then I- I guess we can try to... go to the next level", he coughed, embarrassed. Even though he did like the thought of Castiel doing the same kind of 'research' he had done. Damn.