"Crowley..." The words stun him, leave him breathless even before Crowley starts kissing him again. He feels that maddening beat of wings again, except it's his own wings, itching to free themselves from the astral plane and wrap around Crowley, to give him that love and shelter he had craved ever since Eden.

He slides his arms from around Crowley's shoulders so he can cup his face with both hands and delicately stroke the sharp angles of his cheeks. "I'd give that to you now," he says in the gap between one kiss and another. "If we weren't standing in the middle of Soho Square."