"Bobby…shit…Robert, take an easy."
Crowley then let out a moan as he looked down at Bobby, whose head was bobbing in his lap. He's still wondering how they got there, but at the moment he ceased to care. What really got him wasn't Bobby's sucking or the graze of his teeth.
It was his bloody beard.
The coarse bead was tickling the inside of his thighs and set off a delightful burn. Looks like he has a beard kink.
Crowley starts to shake as he felt his orgasm coming. With a shout, he came into Bobby's mouth, his whole body shaking hard. He then fell back to the wall, panting loudly as he stared at Bobby, his breath hitching when he saw stripes of his cum on Bobby's beard.
Oh yes, he has a beard kink.
AN: Wooo, crobby fic. This is gonna be part of series called, Rock Salt and Sulfur, which is a bunch of crobby one-shots. I could just imagine Bobby blowing Crowley and Crowley loving his bear.
I am such a pervert.
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