"I have an entire flat upstairs," he replies before moaning wordlessly at the feel of Crowley's tongue on his ear, good Lord, why does that feel so good? "There's a... a bed somewhere..."
He used to read in bed on occasion, as it seemed like a pleasant place to do it. He never slept in it, and he certainly never imagined taking Crowley up to it, curling up around him in the flannel sheets, exchanging kisses while they... well, that's as far as his 'never imagining' went, but now it's quite likely to become a reality, and his heart pounds wildly at the notion.
His wings are in the way, his clothes are in the way, but his skin breaks out into gooseflesh anyway from Crowley's touch. "I haven't done anything," he protests weakly. He places a hand on Crowley's shoulder and pushes himself up enough so that he can look down at him, eyebrows tilted up worriedly even as the rest of his face glows with absolute adoration. "I haven't even made an Effort yet. I want to do things to you, too, but I don't know how."
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Date: 2019-09-25 02:03 pm (UTC)He used to read in bed on occasion, as it seemed like a pleasant place to do it. He never slept in it, and he certainly never imagined taking Crowley up to it, curling up around him in the flannel sheets, exchanging kisses while they... well, that's as far as his 'never imagining' went, but now it's quite likely to become a reality, and his heart pounds wildly at the notion.
His wings are in the way, his clothes are in the way, but his skin breaks out into gooseflesh anyway from Crowley's touch. "I haven't done anything," he protests weakly. He places a hand on Crowley's shoulder and pushes himself up enough so that he can look down at him, eyebrows tilted up worriedly even as the rest of his face glows with absolute adoration. "I haven't even made an Effort yet. I want to do things to you, too, but I don't know how."