Ferid Bathory

Honestly, Ferid hadn't woken up, so much as he'd never slept. He was on day two of sleeplessness, strung out on caffeine already, and yet he still had his strongest coffee brewing, keeping an eye on it, as he sat by the table, wearing one of Crowley's shirts and some underwear. The weather was getting warmer, so just that was perfectly sufficient to keep him warm.

He hummed along to the music on the radio, green eyes flicking between the coffee brewing and the clock. Each second that passed felt like hours of torturous boredom.

Getting up and quietly moving to his roommate's bedroom, he pushed the door open, and made a beeline straight for the other man's bed, crouching next to it to watch his sleeping face. He was absolutely adorable when he slept.

A pale hand reached to brush his red bangs away from his face, before caressing his cheek.

How irresistible.

Gently pushing him over onto his back, hesitating for a moment when it seemed like he would wake and waiting for him to settle once more, the smaller of the two moved to sit on top of him over the covers, straddling his hips.

"Crowley ~ !" He murmured softly, playfully, leaning down to kiss along his neck, up to his jaw, and along his jawline, alternating between kisses and gentle little nips.

"Wake up ~ !"