[Crowley's laughter is infectious, and he finds himself giggling for no good reason other than it feels good to do so. He feels so relaxed and utterly content, his heart light and open to whatever might happen next.
Then Crowley tickles his chin and draws another giggle out of the angel. One hand settles at the small of his back, the other teasing over a nipple in the space between them.]
Mmm, I'm sure that you can find mischief no matter how well occupied your tongue is, but if you insist...
[He captures Crowley's mouth in a kiss, and though his tongue is not nearly so special as a serpent's, he manages to keep Crowley's busy without any trouble.]
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Then Crowley tickles his chin and draws another giggle out of the angel. One hand settles at the small of his back, the other teasing over a nipple in the space between them.]
Mmm, I'm sure that you can find mischief no matter how well occupied your tongue is, but if you insist...
[He captures Crowley's mouth in a kiss, and though his tongue is not nearly so special as a serpent's, he manages to keep Crowley's busy without any trouble.]