Despite asking, he's not much help as Crowley essentially strips his upper half in one go. In truth, he only wanted access to Crowley's skin, but this! This is good. This so good. He rests his hands on Crowley's newly bared waist and looks up at him with a dopey expression on his face. "Good Lord, you are beautiful, darling."
He could go on, but Crowley is kissing him again, and there is all that naked torso to explore, which he does. Liberally. His hands slide and stroke, relearning how all those lines and edges feel without fabric in the way. It's so blessedly wonderful that it takes him a while to notice his own shirt buttons being undone. It causes him on a moment of uncertainty -- oh, but Crowley has already told him how much he loves his softness. His hands resume their unabashed exploration.
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Date: 2019-11-01 06:47 pm (UTC)He could go on, but Crowley is kissing him again, and there is all that naked torso to explore, which he does. Liberally. His hands slide and stroke, relearning how all those lines and edges feel without fabric in the way. It's so blessedly wonderful that it takes him a while to notice his own shirt buttons being undone. It causes him on a moment of uncertainty -- oh, but Crowley has already told him how much he loves his softness. His hands resume their unabashed exploration.