Title: The Old Man and the Beast
Charcters: Bobby, Crowley
Wordcount: 680
Tagged: Crobby, porn and fluff
Summary: Crowley fucks with his eyes closed.
Author’s note: I just wanted some slightly vulnerable!Crowley, ok?

The Old Man and the Beast

Crowley never looks at him during sex. Usually his eyes never left you unless it was to roll his eyes like he was the sensible one and not a renegade Crossroads demon made king of hell. Those eyes that burns, always looking for openings, small cracks to poke at and split open. But never during sex.

When spread out on the bed he flings an arm across his eyes, the other at his side and the hand fisting the sheet. When on top he turns Bobby around on his stomach and keeps him there until they’re both sated, dragging blunt nails along his sides and spine. If Bobby ever wants it face to face, Crowley never complains but hides his face in the crook of Bobby’s neck, whispering and grazing his teeth against the flushed skin.

It’s hard to ignore once he’d noticed, and one night Bobby tugs at the arm covering Crowley’s face only to to be met by a slight flinch and, when the arm is finally moved away, a pair of eyes screwed shut. He pins both arms down and nuzzles at the underside of the demon’s chin, nibbling at a pulse point. Crowley, perhaps too compliant, turns his head away and exposes more skin.

Bobby grasps both wrists and pins them down. Crowley lets him but doesn’t open his eyes even as he gasps when Bobby grinds their bodies together hard, completely in charge. Bobby lets out a heaving sigh, one especially designed for dealing with tiresome idiots and he’s too old for shit like this damn it. He moves Crowley’s arms above his head and pins them down with one hand. Using his now free hand he forces Crowley to face him by grabbing his chin roughly.

“I know I ain’t all that pretty, but how about you open your eyes once in a while?” Crowley’s eyebrows rise and a small surprised sound tumbles from his lips.”Yeah, I noticed. I’m old, not blind, ya idjit.”

There’s pause, Crowley’s eyebrows knit together and he briefly licks his lips.

“I’m a demon.” He says at last, completely throwing Bobby off his track and he can’t keep the incredulity out of his voice as he answers.

“Well, duh.”

“I’m a mean, old spirit in a borrowed body, I think you forget that sometimes, Robert.”

“Forget? You won’t let me forget! You remind me of the fact at least ten times a day.” Crowley shrugs, not a small feat considering he’s laying on his back with Bobby on top of him.”For God’s- I’ve seen you rip a man apart with your bare hands when you’re angry, hell, I’ve seen you rip a man apart when you’re happy. And you think that I’d suddenly change my mind about sex because you have a funky eye colour?” Another shrug. “Well, you’re an idiot. Now open your eyes.”

And Crowley does open his eyes, carefully and with tg face of a man walking to the gallows.

“Black.” Bobby states when he’s, indeed, staring into shiny black eyes. They don’t look much different to regular demon’s eyes and frankly he’s not sure what he had expected. Sure, crossroad’s demons usually had red eyes, but more powerful demons had different colours: Azazael’s yellow and Lilith’s white came to mind.

“I like black. It’s a bit old hat, but nevertheless …” Crowley trails off, pursing his lips and busying his hands by running them along Bobby’s thighs.

“You’re nothing like those demons. Don’t you worry about that.” his tone is mock-comforting but the sentiment is genuine. Crowley was right when he said demons are stupid, and he might be an annoying bastard most of the time but he made up for it by actually making sense.

“Why, I’m glad you noticed. And I shan’t.” Crowley’s smirk is feral as he flips them over with no discernible effort, his eyes never leaving Bobby’s. And if Bobby can see traces of relief in those black eyes, he never says, opting to make his mouth useful elsewhere.