[The words are nearly a growl, and he closes the distance between them to take a deep, slow kiss from Crowley's mouth; the buttons, being attached to a demon's shirt, slip open more easily than buttons on humans do, if only because they know what will happen to them if they don't get out of the way in a hurry.
(By now the scar on his throat and the long stripes on his back are faint marks, and though they'll never fade entirely he's grown comfortable with Crowley seeing them.)
His fingers curl a little tighter in Crowley's hair; he rolls his shoulders a little to try and shrug the shirt off as more buttons come undone.]
Oooh! On my to-watch list now, ty!
[The words are nearly a growl, and he closes the distance between them to take a deep, slow kiss from Crowley's mouth; the buttons, being attached to a demon's shirt, slip open more easily than buttons on humans do, if only because they know what will happen to them if they don't get out of the way in a hurry.
(By now the scar on his throat and the long stripes on his back are faint marks, and though they'll never fade entirely he's grown comfortable with Crowley seeing them.)
His fingers curl a little tighter in Crowley's hair; he rolls his shoulders a little to try and shrug the shirt off as more buttons come undone.]