Crowley stared at the young boy beneath him, the corners of his mouth slowly turning up into a Cheshire-like grin. Of course, it wasn't just a boy; it was a demon that had inhabited this boy from a young age until he was the age he was now, a little around 14-15. When he first saw the boy, he had felt lust…. He was attracted to the boy. He assumed he would have to break the boy. To have to split him in half… but no… there was a demon inside. That made it easier. He was more compliant, more willing…. And Crowley loved it. The boy that the demon had possessed was named nick. He was a bit chubby, and had a mess of curly brown hair upon his head. He wore glasses. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. He felt it gave more charm to his round face. There was the beginning to a beard upon his cheeks that the demon had yet to shave off. In fact, he was thinking that he might keep it… especially seeing how Crowley seemed to enjoy running his knuckles over it.
Crowley leaned down over the boy, pressing his soft lips to the boys' slightly chapped ones. He loved the way they felt, how they perfectly molded together. "Nickolas…." Crowley murmured into the others ear, trailing his tongue over the shell.
"Don't tease me so much." Nick growled out, voice much deeper than one would expect from a boy that age. It sounded as if he had been gargling rocks. He was annoyed that the older demon was touching every part of him except the place he needed it most. He narrowed his eyes. "I'm sure I could find another demon that could satisfy me"
Crowley only laughed, smirking at him. "But you won't leave, will you? You are enjoying this." His eyes flashed black for just a moment.
Nick rolled his eyes, turning them a yellow color, signaling that he was a much more powerful demon. "Don't make assumptions about me, scum"
"Ooh, I love when you talk dirty to me." Crowley said, almost mockingly. He leaned down, biting the others neck. He started out gentle, but slowly bit down harder and harder until he could taste the boys' sweet blood flowing into his mouth. That was another thing Crowley loved… the taste of nicks blood… It almost had the taste of chocolate…. And he loved it. He wished he could drink more, but he didn't want to ruin his lovers' body….. Not yet. Crowley slid his hands down the others plump body, hands pausing at the others hips.
"Get on with it!" Nick snarled, glaring up at the lower demon. He could rip him to shreds….. He should rip him to shreds…. But he wouldn't…. because he enjoyed this game far too much.
Crowley smirked, complying silently as he moved to massage the others crotch through his jeans. He rubbed circles with his thumb, humming a mating song from hell.
Nick moaned in pleasure, arching up into the others touches…. That was…. Until he heard the mating song. Only the alpha male was supposed to sing that song, and he was /not/ the omega. "Get off me, scum! No way in hell am I letting you put your grimy dick in my ass!" he began to struggle, trying to flip them over so he was on top. His eyes flashed to yellow, warning the other to back off and let him lead.
Crowley pushed the other back down, grinning and showing off his perfectly white teeth. "Calm yourself, love….. I won't hurt you…. As long as you don't make me…" he smirked, singing the mating song louder. The mating song was supposed to calm the omega into submission…. Which was exactly what it was doing.
Nick slowly calmed, lying back on the bed. He spread his legs slowly, looking up at the other. His eyes were glazed over in lust and pleasure. Soft mewls began leaving his lips, begging the other to breed him…. to use his body as he pleased.
"Good boy…" Crowley smirked, undoing Nicks pants.