[Oh goodness, he's humming now, and the vibration-]
My dear, I-
[That's all he manages to get out. Well. All the words, anyway: his statement turns into a strangled shout. His hand tightens briefly in Crowley's hair as a warning as he reaches his climax, back arching, head tilted back and the fingers of his free hand scrabbling against the blankets, overcome by a pleasure he's not certain he could have ever imagined.]
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My dear, I-
[That's all he manages to get out. Well. All the words, anyway: his statement turns into a strangled shout. His hand tightens briefly in Crowley's hair as a warning as he reaches his climax, back arching, head tilted back and the fingers of his free hand scrabbling against the blankets, overcome by a pleasure he's not certain he could have ever imagined.]