He's always loved those eyes, no matter how they look. Maybe the 'always' part isn't quite literal, but it doesn't matter, he loves those eyes, and they're his home. That's all he needs that to be.
And the hissing, connected to so many of Crowley's stronger emotions, but the angel's become well acquainted to the more pleasant ones. Times like this, specially, when it's just the two of them, locked together in a close embrace, shared warmth and shared bodies, close, gentle or otherwise, that sound and that voice, it's become something that brings him such comfort. But he could say that about all of Crowley.
He holds on for a while longer, gripping Crowley's hair tighter between his fingers, pulling at it harder when his muscles tense, breathing heavy, close to the demon's ear. His other hand, having let go of his partner's arm, grips tightly at the covers.
"Crowley-" A strained call, slipping through his lips as natural as it could ever be. An encouragement, a request. Appreciation, if he could manage it. It often suffices.
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Date: 2020-03-02 01:49 am (UTC)And the hissing, connected to so many of Crowley's stronger emotions, but the angel's become well acquainted to the more pleasant ones. Times like this, specially, when it's just the two of them, locked together in a close embrace, shared warmth and shared bodies, close, gentle or otherwise, that sound and that voice, it's become something that brings him such comfort. But he could say that about all of Crowley.
He holds on for a while longer, gripping Crowley's hair tighter between his fingers, pulling at it harder when his muscles tense, breathing heavy, close to the demon's ear. His other hand, having let go of his partner's arm, grips tightly at the covers.
"Crowley-" A strained call, slipping through his lips as natural as it could ever be. An encouragement, a request. Appreciation, if he could manage it. It often suffices.