Bobby was in the back seat of his limo, with a lap-full of a handsy, and drunk, Crowley. The windows to the car were tinted and the driver had the music up loud in the cab so he didn’t have to hear what was happening between them. Being a mob boss now-a-day’s didn’t amount to much, but in a small town like this, and with the right leverage, it paid enough to keep him sedated, and the town scrambling not to go bankrupt.
This also meant a steady stream of girl – and guys if he so wished – who wanted to be his ‘whore’ but Bobby never kept any of them, or touched them really. It didn’t matter that he was older, and they could have been his kids. No, Bobby had eyes for only one person, sand that person was currently trying to remove his jacket with clumsy hands.
Bobby placed his own on top of the other mans, which were softer then his own. Crowley looked up at him with glossy eyes and a cheeky grin as he leaned down and kissed him. Bobby kissed back, moving to grip the small amount of hair on his head, deepening the kiss before smoothing it out from it’s clumsy-drunken attempt.
There weren’t many times when Crowley wasn’t drinking, but the amount of times when he’d get drunk was slim and Bobby knew he had to take these times slowly, ease him back into that level head he always seemed to keep. It was times like these that Bobby was gentle, caring, always making sure Crowley was taken care of, instead of Crowley taking care of him.
So, he moved and slowly unbuttoned Crowley’s now-wrinkled – he would bitch about this later – black button down and pushed it off his shoulders and tugged it off his arm’s, pulling him closer as his fingers explored his back, digging nails and finger’s into places that he know Crowley loved. He felt Crowley finally undo his own shirt and soon they were chest to chest, mouths moving together perfectly.
“Crowley, I want you to put your arms around my neck and keep them there.” Crowley hesitated for a moment, still mule headed even drunk before he finally complied. Bobby shifted, grabbing Crowley’s hips and positing him so that his thighs were on either side of his own, and smiled as he removed a from his waist and cupped his lovers erection.
Crowley wasn’t another one of the whores – men or woman – who threw themselves at him, no, Crowley was his everything and Bobby took care of him always. So he quickly lifted Crowley with his knees, and after Crowley got the hint he lifted himself up so that Bobby could pull down his pants. Bobby did the same with his boxers, only far enough to reveal Crowley’s erection, which was already showing interest.
Bobby gripped at the base and Crowley shuddered, his fingers tangling in the small hairs on the back of his neck as he attempted to keep his hand there, or that’s at least what Bobby thought. He pressed a kiss to the side of Crowley’s neck before slowly dragging his hand up to the tip, where he ran a thumb down the sleep, causing Crowley to tremble. He smiled at that before dragging it back down to the base, keeping it slow, and steady.
Crowley shivered in his lap, thrusting up, trying to get more Friction and Bobby waited a few moments before picking up his pace, using his free hand to message and fondle his balls. Crowley gasped and moaned, bucking his hips and digging his nails into the back of Bobby’s neck but he paid it no attention, just worked on pleasing Crowley and listening to the sound’s he made into the crook of his neck where his face was buried.
It didn’t take much before Crowley was crying out his name, coming all over his fingers and stomach.
After a few moments for him to catch his breath he curled into Bobby, arms falling limp as he closed his eyes. “I got you dirty.” He whispered and then was quiet. Bobby looked over and chuckled as he saw the other man fast asleep. “Sleep tight ya- Idjit.” He mumbled before grabbing the tissue from the seat next to them, cleaning himself off. He then leaned his head to the side, placing a kiss to his cheek.
I Breath you, I Taste you [Bobby/Crowley MobBoss AU - NC-17 1/2]
This also meant a steady stream of girl – and guys if he so wished – who wanted to be his ‘whore’ but Bobby never kept any of them, or touched them really. It didn’t matter that he was older, and they could have been his kids. No, Bobby had eyes for only one person, sand that person was currently trying to remove his jacket with clumsy hands.
Bobby placed his own on top of the other mans, which were softer then his own. Crowley looked up at him with glossy eyes and a cheeky grin as he leaned down and kissed him. Bobby kissed back, moving to grip the small amount of hair on his head, deepening the kiss before smoothing it out from it’s clumsy-drunken attempt.
There weren’t many times when Crowley wasn’t drinking, but the amount of times when he’d get drunk was slim and Bobby knew he had to take these times slowly, ease him back into that level head he always seemed to keep. It was times like these that Bobby was gentle, caring, always making sure Crowley was taken care of, instead of Crowley taking care of him.
So, he moved and slowly unbuttoned Crowley’s now-wrinkled – he would bitch about this later – black button down and pushed it off his shoulders and tugged it off his arm’s, pulling him closer as his fingers explored his back, digging nails and finger’s into places that he know Crowley loved. He felt Crowley finally undo his own shirt and soon they were chest to chest, mouths moving together perfectly.
“Crowley, I want you to put your arms around my neck and keep them there.” Crowley hesitated for a moment, still mule headed even drunk before he finally complied. Bobby shifted, grabbing Crowley’s hips and positing him so that his thighs were on either side of his own, and smiled as he removed a from his waist and cupped his lovers erection.
Crowley wasn’t another one of the whores – men or woman – who threw themselves at him, no, Crowley was his everything and Bobby took care of him always. So he quickly lifted Crowley with his knees, and after Crowley got the hint he lifted himself up so that Bobby could pull down his pants. Bobby did the same with his boxers, only far enough to reveal Crowley’s erection, which was already showing interest.
Bobby gripped at the base and Crowley shuddered, his fingers tangling in the small hairs on the back of his neck as he attempted to keep his hand there, or that’s at least what Bobby thought. He pressed a kiss to the side of Crowley’s neck before slowly dragging his hand up to the tip, where he ran a thumb down the sleep, causing Crowley to tremble. He smiled at that before dragging it back down to the base, keeping it slow, and steady.
Crowley shivered in his lap, thrusting up, trying to get more Friction and Bobby waited a few moments before picking up his pace, using his free hand to message and fondle his balls. Crowley gasped and moaned, bucking his hips and digging his nails into the back of Bobby’s neck but he paid it no attention, just worked on pleasing Crowley and listening to the sound’s he made into the crook of his neck where his face was buried.
It didn’t take much before Crowley was crying out his name, coming all over his fingers and stomach.
After a few moments for him to catch his breath he curled into Bobby, arms falling limp as he closed his eyes. “I got you dirty.” He whispered and then was quiet. Bobby looked over and chuckled as he saw the other man fast asleep. “Sleep tight ya- Idjit.” He mumbled before grabbing the tissue from the seat next to them, cleaning himself off. He then leaned his head to the side, placing a kiss to his cheek.