[Perhaps closing his eyes was a bit counter productive to his intention of keeping it from being too much, as he now has nothing to focus on but exactly how brilliant Crowley's tongue is. The added vibration nearly undoes him. His fingers clench tighter in the blankets as he tries - and isn't terribly successful - to keep himself under control.
He's murmuring endearments now, in a tone that's likely more accustomed to being used for curse words in this particular situation, and this time he's definitely certain Crowley's name is in there.]
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He's murmuring endearments now, in a tone that's likely more accustomed to being used for curse words in this particular situation, and this time he's definitely certain Crowley's name is in there.]