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"I hate you."
“You always say that, moose.” Crowley looks down at Sam, spread over his large couch. “But you’re always here.” He bends down and pecks kisses along the man’s smooth neck, being gentle with his lips, but making sure he had a firm grasp on a handful of the too-long hair.
“This is the last time, asshole, I swear to god.”
The older chuckled against the Winchester’s neck, suddenly biting down and running a tongue over the flesh between his teeth. The shuddered breath he received as a reply, encouraged him to continue. His hands found their way up Sam’s shirt and rested against his heated sides. He pulled away, shifting so he was straddling the man underneath him.
“Whatever you say, love.”