He wriggles out of the shirt impatiently and lets it slide to the floor before his hands find their way back onto Crowley as though magnetised. It's only a pyjama top, a horrible pattern of clashing colours woven into an approximation of plaid, but it's still surprising that he makes no attempt to tidy it away.
He pushes Crowley's shirt off his shoulders as well, uses his hands to trace down his arms to push off the sleeves.
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Date: 2008-12-19 05:36 am (UTC)He pushes Crowley's shirt off his shoulders as well, uses his hands to trace down his arms to push off the sleeves.