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Careful What You Wish For	By : HeadmasterFelix Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2299 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Moose and King
Crowley shed his clothing and Sam refused to look at him, afraid that he would change his mind if he let the reality of the situation sink in too quickly. When Crowley crawled into bed and on top of Sam, the Winchester welcomed the demon into his arms with a soft and tentative kiss. His heart was beating rapid and harsh with fear and anxiety, but despite the near-terror of all the ways this could go wrong, Sam was sure he wanted it. Crowley responded to his partner's kiss with an equal attitude. It was confusing, and maybe even a bit frustrating, that Sam was being gentle and slow, but it was Crowley's natural inclination to match the attitude of his bed partner.
Sam tried to push away all the worst-case scenarios from his mind. He pulled Crowley against him, and the feeling of their naked flesh touching sent sparks through Sam's body. He let out a small, pleased sigh. Crowley all but grinned.
Everything about this encounter was a turn-on for Crowley. Sure, Sam was plenty attractive, but that was really the least of it for him. He had finally found his way into the bed of a Winchester (granted it wasn't the Winchester he thought it would be...), and what's more is that the Winchester invited him without any solicitation from Crowley. And now, Sam seemed to be playing coy. He was going to have so much fun making the boy scream for the real him and not just the fantasy.
It took almost no time at all for things to escalate. The demon's touch was more than Sam could handle. Crowley kneeled between Sam's legs and Sam gripped the back of his head and neck as his kisses became all hot and biting and passionate.
Crowley's want grew faster than he anticipated and he had to reign himself in. He refused to go in for the proverbial kill just yet. He was going to make Sam beg for it. He pulled his lips off of his partner's and went for his neck instead. Sam cried out as he felt teeth hit flesh and gripped Crowley tighter. The demon, encouraged by the wonderful sounds he was hearing, dug in harder and more furiously, ravaging the sensitive skin of Sam's neck with lips and teeth and tongue. His erection pressed against Sam's, and soon he could clearly feel Sam's hips rocking and bucking against him.
Sam let himself get lost in some blend of fantasy and reality, both fully present in Crowley and what he was doing to him, and also imagining that he had just made some illicit deal for his soul or that Dean would walk in at any moment, all shocked and indignant at his baby brother's choice in company. The thoughts now driving his lust were the very same that almost kept if from doing this in the first place. His whispered encouragements were quickly turning to babbled profanity, and his gasps became much more vocal. Eventually, frustrated that Crowley had not already done it himself, Sam reached down to try and readjust the way he and the demon were oriented. He grabbed hold of Crowley's almost too-large cock and moved his hips and hand to line up properly. As soon as Crowley realized what was happening, he pulled back from Sam entirely.

"Woah, slow down there champ. What do you think it is you're doing?"

Sam was suddenly self-conscious. "Wh-... What does it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like you have no idea what you're doing. Were you straight before this or something? Ugh, please tell me you're not going to continue calling yourself straight."
His expression was somewhere between confused and uncomfortable. "No? I'm - I've never called myself-" his brow furrowed with his frustration. "I've been with guys before," well, like two guys, and never like this. But Ruby was occasionally into pegging, did that count? Sam's thoughts were cut off.

"Eh-huh," Crowley was unconvinced. "So you're accustomed to taking foot-longs in the arse with no lube. Good, well, have at it then."
Sam swallowed hard, "When you put it like that..."

"Ah, good, you're not going to let your bravado nearly kill you. I appreciate that in a lover." Crowley got out of the bed, leaving Sam completely uncovered and somewhat chilled.

Sam watched the demon, not rash enough to angrily accuse him of leaving yet, but not altogether convinced Crowley wasn't deciding to call it off. Crowley reached into the pocket of his slacks, removed his wallet, and from there took out what looked like, from this distance, a condom. 'I guess... even... demons practice safe sex?' Sam thought. He certainly hadn't been planning on suiting up.

Crowley returned to the bed and leaned into Sam again, kissing him while moving to straddle his hips. After breaking the kiss, "I think we'll be doing this the other way round this time, if you don't mind."
Sam's heart started to pound again. As much as he wanted to be fucked, he knew Crowley was right and he knew this would be fantastic.
Crowley tore open the packet he'd retrieved from his wallet. To Sam's surprise, it wasn't a condom at all. The demon squeezed a bit of lube from it onto his fingers and got to work re-invigorating Sam from their disagreement and his brief absence. Sam was panting and unconsciously moving his hips again in no time.
When they were both good and ready, and the contents of the packet had been spent, Crowley positioned himself over Sam and rather quickly lowered himself. It was almost too quick for Sam, but the demon had no issue. The Winchester's head snapped back as he let out a groan. Crowley smirked and grabbed Sam's wrists, pinning them above his head.
Sam lost himself, panting and gasping and bucking upward while the demon had his way. Crowley leaned down, putting his face right in Sam's, while he rode the human's cock. "Yessss, that's good, Sam. Tell me, what part do you like more? Filling me up or being at my mercy?"
Sam's face and chest flushed. He knew the answer, but he wasn't about to say.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue, Sammy?" he taunted.

The lust and pleasure clouded his brain, muddied his judgment, and loosened his lips. "M- Moose," the word just flooded out of him.
Crowley really, truly grinned. "Yes, Moose. My Moose," his voice was possessive.
"Oh, fuck... oh, God," Sam muttered.
Crowley stopped and hissed. "Don't you ever use that word again when we're together." He was dead serious. It drove Sam crazy.

"Never. Never again. Sorry," he fell into submission.

"Good. Good Moose," his movement resumed. "Such obedience and so quickly, too. I think I might let you get off, being such a good boy and all."
The two of them melded naturally and easily, as if they'd been playing this game for ages. Sam didn't know if it was real compatibility, or if Crowley was just that much of a mind reader, but his buttons were being pushed in all the right ways.
The demon was becoming more wordlessly vocal, and his enjoyment spurred Sam on. Despite his release not 20 minutes ago, Sam was very close again. That the brain is the greatest sex organ had never been more true for Sam than it was right then; Crowley was a master of sexual mind games.
Sam whined slightly as he struggled, fruitlessly to pull himself further from the edge. It was a swiftly-losing battle and he knew it. "I - I'm close, Crowl-" he was cut off.

"King. It's King to you, Moose," combined with the impact of the authority Crowley spoke with, his words made Sam shudder.

"King..." Sam's words trailed off. He no longer had the brain space to form them.
"Look at me, Moose. I want you look at me when you come. You're getting close now, aren't you?"

Sam nodded while opening his eyes, and was met with Crowley's fully crimson stare looking back at him. He was at once surprised, afraid, and incredibly aroused. The demon grabbed him by the jaw, reminding him to stay present and focused. "Now, Moose. Don't make me wait," and with that, Sam was entirely lost. His body tensed and locked up as he filled Crowley, a loud cry echoing in the air when his muscles released just enough for his voice to escape.
Crowley slowed, not coming to a full stop until Sam's body completely relaxed. His eyes flicked back to normal in a blink and he carefully pulled up and off of the younger man. Sam was left panting, exhausted, but eager to return the favor. As Crowley laid beside him, Sam turned over and set his hand on the demon's chest before slowly, gently raking his nails downward.

The King of Hell certainly wanted his Moose to continue to touch him, but assuring that this game continued was a Hell of a lot more important than immediate satisfaction. "Ah-ah, hands off."

Sam acquiesced without question. He looked to the demon, waiting for instruction.
"I'd hate for Squirrel to catch us. It would really put a cramp on this new thing we've got going. I'll find a better time and a better place. You just be sure to come when I call.

And with that, Crowley was gone. Sam allowed himself to fall asleep, thinking about what happened and hoping for it again. He forgot all about the pile of clothes Crowley left on his floor.

End of Act I
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