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Crowley would never get over his Robert's poor taste in liquor, no matter how long they were together. Sure, it was acceptable to him to have a simple beer or cheap whisky once in a while, but being a demon of taste, class and age (what, he had never said he was a happy-go-lucky tween, had he?) he did feel like he deserved better - and now Bobby was his he felt the same went for him.

"Don't you think you are being childish, Bobby?" he asked over his third glass of Craig. "It's only a little drink."

The hunters eyes narrowed at him, attempting to ignore the way his partners accent created a heat in parts of his anatomy he would never admit to in public. "And like I said, if it means so much to ya, I got an old bottle of fuck you in the cabinet."

"You know I love it when you talk dirty to me," he winked, dissapearing from the seat he had been previously and reappeared on top of Bobby's desk, bottle in one hand and two wine glasses in the other. "C'mon, love. For me?"

Bobby just glared, giving the best immitation of the Winchester mooses bitchface he had ever seen the gentleman pull. Pouring out the deep red liquid, he took a sip from the glass before offering it to his lover. "I am not making a deal, here, simply an offering," he joked, laying down the bottle and using his now free hand to stroke along Roberts cheek, causing a near invisible shudder to run through him.

"How about a taste?" he teased, slinking like a snake onto Bobby's lap and coiling his arms around the humans neck. The first kiss was soft and sweet, two things the king of the crossroads should never come over as, but there it was. It took a few more kisses for Bobby to relunctantly open his lips and allow the demon to sneak his tongue inside, ravishing the man now both inside and outside as he began to run his hands over his body.

Bobby gasped and panted beneath his skilled touch and was soon silently begging for more as Crowley began to pull back.

"Like the wine?" he asked innocently as he stood and moved in the direction of the stairs, intent on going straight to the bedroom to finish this little game of theirs.

"I'd rather taste you," Bobby growled, jumping to his feet and rushing after the demon like no man his age should ever be able to accomplish.