It doesn't matter how tightly he holds onto Crowley's hip or how much that desperate groan sinks deep into his heart, he's utterly unprepared for the feeling of Crowley's tongue against his ear. He's never been kissed like that, even by the most forward of humans, and he suspects that if he had, he would have found it obtrusive and repellent.
From Crowley, it's another matter entirely.
"Crowley~" he moans, stretching out the demon's name into at least three or four syllables. "Oh... oh you wily serpent..." The tip of his wings skate the floor as he unconsciously presses into that touch against his back, overcome by its intimacy. It sets alight a heady sort of anticipation within him, this drag and tug of clothes as Crowley attempts to get at more of his bare skin, pinned down though he is by a softly keening angel.
He squeezes Crowley's hip again, his other hand roaming aimlessly, wanting to touch in return but not knowing where to start. Everything is so new, an exotic banquet that he's only read about, never experienced for himself, not until now. "Should we get up?" he queries with a quick gasp. "Do this -- oh -- somewhere properly?"
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From Crowley, it's another matter entirely.
"Crowley~" he moans, stretching out the demon's name into at least three or four syllables. "Oh... oh you wily serpent..." The tip of his wings skate the floor as he unconsciously presses into that touch against his back, overcome by its intimacy. It sets alight a heady sort of anticipation within him, this drag and tug of clothes as Crowley attempts to get at more of his bare skin, pinned down though he is by a softly keening angel.
He squeezes Crowley's hip again, his other hand roaming aimlessly, wanting to touch in return but not knowing where to start. Everything is so new, an exotic banquet that he's only read about, never experienced for himself, not until now. "Should we get up?" he queries with a quick gasp. "Do this -- oh -- somewhere properly?"