Here with me
Chapter 6: Open doors
Crowley wailed at the penetration.
Not because it hurt. Far from that.
Their sex had always been easy. Robert was initially a noob who had to be guided through some essentials, but soon proved to be a very quick student, inspired and resourceful in sex as he was as a hunter.
(And it helped that Crowley could take care of any inconveniences with his demonic powers.)
However, being a soul made everything more intense: it had happened with lights and colors and smells and touches; Crowley had already been almost out of control at the simple feeling of Robert's hand on his or any part of his body against him; he had just savored Bobby's cock as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.
It was not just the missing. Senses were heightened, now.
That hard and hot penis inside, followed by a hot tongue invading his mouth, were overwhelming to someone who had been in Heaven for so little time.
(If you add to that the almost non-existent experience with feel-safe and amorous sex, well, that was all too much all of a sudden.)
Crowley's ankles crossed behind Bobby's back.
He couldn't help but pulling the man as close as possible.
Deeper.
Locked into me.
Do whatever you want.
Forever.
He didn't know what parts of that he had spoken out loud, but he guessed something was said, because Robert started speaking to him, too.
The words were not very well articulated, and Crowley was not able to focus on vocabulary, but he detected that something was perfect, that it felt wonderful to be inside him and that yes, forever.
They moved together, Crowley's ass pressing around Bobby's cock, his own member rubbing against their stomachs, fingers in hair and nails on skin, a kiss on the verge of despair at the whole body pleasure.
It was a shock when Crowley realized he was very close to coming.
It shouldn't be such a surprise, once he didn't have reasons to worry and hold back, anymore, but it was.
He wanted to warn Bobby.
He wanted to stall it.
He couldn't even articulate some words.
His body tensed and he shut his eyes, trying to halt the movements.
'Don't fight it', Bobby's voice was sweet, 'Give it to me'.
Crowley wanted it but didn't want it.
It was not easy letting go of the safe routine of keeping track of everything around and using that as an excuse to feel in control.
He didn't even know how to focus on not being tense without being tense.
Bobby kept the pace, not giving his partner any chance to part from him or cut off the building pleasure.
The forcefulness turned the situation more in a battle of instincts than in a battle of wills: it was not about Crowley giving in to Bobby's efforts; it was about Crowley not thinking too much about it and permitting himself to enjoy the ride with Bobby.
And then, in one of those inspired ideas that were his trademark, the ex-hunter sucked at ex-demon's neck as if he intended to create a hickey.
Crowley gasped in pleasure at the unexpected action.
He forgot everything else for a moment, his focus into the pain-pleasure.
It took total trust to enjoy such a gesture.
And, for all that was damned or holly or whatever, he did enjoy it.
That was enough.
Crowley moaned – whimpered, in fact –, losing control.
Bobby grabbed him in a tight embrace, anchoring his partner while the spasms from the waves of pleasure took his body.
When it was over, Crowley let his head fall and covered his face with his hands, 'Oh, bollocks'.
'Yeah', Bobby placed the legs he had been holding on the bed and caressed Crowley's balls, 'Nice ones you have here'.
He kept his face hidden, 'I mean I'm sorry, Robert'.
'Why?', Bobby leaned on, took the hands away and pecked his lips, 'You should have seen your face', other peck, 'It was beautiful'.
Crowley groaned, 'And a lot sooner than intended'.
'Too good, eh?'
A flustered chuckle, 'You can say that'.
'It was perfect', Bobby got off Crowley and laid on his side, cradling the other man's face for a kiss, 'Don't worry. You'll learn to deal with it'.
'You don't know th-Oh'.
In a surprising maneuver, Bobby turned Crowley on his side, too, the back to him, like when the former King of Hell had first woken there, 'I know it because that was what happened to me'.
'You learned how to control orgasms?'
'This is Heaven', Bobby answered, a hand teasing Crowley's spine, just to see him shiver, then palming his ass, 'You want it, you get it', a finger slipped between the buttocks and massaged the hole, 'Do you mind if I keep going?'
Crowley realized Robert was in the perfect position of power: he had been in this place for more time, knew the rules and how to deal with them; and, still, his way of guiding the newcomer (ha-ha) was gentle and respectful.
Well, if that was not promising…
'Bring it on, love'.
Bobby entered him again, and Crowley made sure to breathe slower and deeper, wishing his body to relax. He needed to find out how to focus on the sensations and not in any distracting doubtful thoughts.
It worked: he felt himself mold against the mattress, every spot Bobby touched alive in arousal, his own penis hardening again.
He realized the ex-human was keeping a slow pace, in and out of him, and huffed, 'You don't have to wait on me'.
'Patience is a virtue', Bobby kissed his temple, 'One I'll make sure you learn as soon as possible'.
Crowley groaned and tried to move his hips, 'I can't believe you're bringing Christian values to our bed'.
Bobby grabbed him by the chin and shut up any protests stilling his hips while devouring his mouth.
When they parted, Bobby had a smug smirk on his face at the other's astonished look, 'Relax and enjoy, idjit', he pecked a cheek, 'Let me show you what I had planned from the start'.
Crowley was going to say something about Plan A being for asshole, but that hot hand rested on his hip, a strong arm went between his head and the pillow, a large chest pressed against his back and the magical lips on his nape turned him into pudding.
'I had it a lot easier than you', Bobby commented, 'I could experiment with fake Crowleys who would do the expected things', his free hand reached for the pleasurable area behind Crowley's balls, 'But you've fallen into the arms of real me, and I won't give you any mercy', he sped up the pace a bit, the head of his cock hitting the right spot inside the man in his arms, who moaned, 'I want your pleasure. There'll be no regrets and no taking backs. You're my princess and you'll come for me'.
Maybe it was because Crowley was not used to hear those things, maybe it was because Robert Singer felt too damn good, but the fact was that soon he was moaning and grunting and grabbing the sheets while coming again.
It made his partner grin in awe.
And then shake with laugh.
'It's not funny, hunter', Crowley tried to protest, but the simulation of the familiar feel good hormones was making him giddy, 'And it surely is not fair'.
'I'm just happy it was a lot easier than I thought it would be, demon', he dried a bit of the sweat in the other's forehead, 'Want to clean up?'
'Please', he sighed, 'Don't care that much, but the sheets felt nicer before'.
Bobby did it – in an instant, all sweat and sperm were gone.
'You must be very proud of yourself', Crowley said with a lazy smile, moving slightly to enjoy the textures against his skin and find out if Robert still was hard and inside him.
(Yes, he was.)
'Because I can do magic in my own Heaven?', Bobby shrugged, 'No big deal'.
'That too, but I meant doing magic with your cock', Crowley purred, 'I just saw stars, darling'.
The hunter moved his hips slowly, 'I wouldn't call it pride'.
'Care to name it?'
'No need to classify things. I thought you may suffer through this, and I'm glad it didn't happen', the hips rotated slow and insistently, 'As I said, I can control everything around. I can take you to nice places, woo you with chatting and strolling and nice food', one hand reached for the limp cock and caressed it, 'But I can't control what goes inside you'.
'Oh, you can', Crowley moaned and changed his position a bit, just to feel the hard member inside him brushing against some very nice spots again, 'Exhibit A'.
'You know what I mean, idjit', Bobby sucked hard on the neck, reinforcing that hickey if the soul worked as bodies, 'I mean your heart and mind'.
'I get it', Crowley licked his dry lips, 'It's team's work'.
'Yeah', Bobby's movements intensified, 'Now you're getting closer to what this is supposed to be'.
It crossed Crowley's mind he was still missing something, and he remembered vaguely Bobby saying he was expected to ask well thought questions to find out whatever it was.
However, it was difficult to well-think anything with a hand massaging his cock while he was filled in that wonderful manner, and he decided Flash News could wait.
Bobby's movements and caresses built a slow but steady arousal, and Crowley couldn't say when he had got hard as rock again.
Suddenly it occurred to him that he could perfectly spend eternity like this.
He could even accept blissful ignorance, if that was the case, as long as he shared this existence with Robert.
That thought made him more feel than think that he had never belonged like this to anywhere or anyone and, as if it had broken any walls still standing, Crowley surrendered completely, moving his hips and touching himself.
The man behind him groaned very low, obviously glad at that development, using now his free hand to tease a nipple.
That felt glorious.
'Let's make some angels happy, love', Crowley spoke in a rough voice, 'Give me everything you have'.
Bobby growled again, pushed Crowley's leg and pressed him on his stomach against the mattress to ravish him from behind roughly.
It was intense and uncontrolled, like many of their trysts on Earth, what washed both of them in good memories.
Bobby came inside Crowley murmuring loving words, what was brand new and made the former King of Hell follow suit.
When it was over, they stayed in the same position, basking in the good feelings.
Their breathings were altered as if they needed air to live, what gave both a familiar light-headed sensation.
'We never tire?', Crowley asked, lazily.
'We're not really bodies', Bobby joined their hands, his chest rubbing against the other's back, 'So, no'.
'It means you can keep hard and inside me as much as you wish?'
'Yeah'.
Oh.
Crowley wiggled his hips playfully, 'And that is what you intend to do?'
'If you want to start your training, yes. But we can just cuddle for a while', Bobby pressed his nose against the other's hair to smell it, 'It's up to you'.
'What do you mean by training?', Crowley frowned, 'I'm not some kind of lap dog, even if the most recent evidence points to the contrary'.
Bobby chuckled, 'You must have noticed you need some serious control over that thing of yours'.
Crowley opened his mouth to admonish the other man, telling him he should be given the details on the said training, and not some half-assed explanation; or maybe he was to say he was kind of offended that his orgasms were called a thing.
However, his partner realized his intentions of raising an argument and slammed on him again.
He was out of breath at the shot of pleasure in his still sensitive, well, body, 'What the Hell, Singer?!'
'Showing you the start of the training', the man answered, never stopping, 'Let's see how much time it takes for you to learn how to come on command'.
Crowley found out he couldn't speak at all if he wanted to focus in his learning process.
So, he focused.
And, being a fast learner, soon he was able to turn the tables.
It was with immense satisfaction that Crowley managed to put Singer on his back and ride him leisurely, taking his sweet time to touch and be touched, until he gifted the man under him with an orgasm perfectly timed with a snap of his fingers.
Heaven was going to be much, much fun.