[The soft, reverent way Crowley repeats that term of endearment affects the angel as much as those clever hands and grinding hips. He loses himself in the kiss that follows, although there is a squeak of acknowledgement when Crowley snaps away the rest of their clothing -- hopefully to somewhere close by. Those pants have his signature on them!
Of course, that's not a thought that lasts, not when Crowley's bare skin is pressed so deliciously against his. He squirms beneath his demon, his moans only partially muffled by their kissing, his hand tugging lightly at Crowley's hair.]
I -- oh, Heavens -- I'm rather fond of the idea of all those places you'd like to kiss me...
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Date: 2020-03-27 11:47 pm (UTC)Of course, that's not a thought that lasts, not when Crowley's bare skin is pressed so deliciously against his. He squirms beneath his demon, his moans only partially muffled by their kissing, his hand tugging lightly at Crowley's hair.]
I -- oh, Heavens -- I'm rather fond of the idea of all those places you'd like to kiss me...