He can hear Crowley's voice, just barely, feel uneven breaths beneath him, through a soft cushion of feathers. He presses more kisses to Crowley's hairline, to the top of his ear and the place just behind it that always seems to drive him crazy. To drive them both crazy, in fact; the angel loves this part of Crowley's body, and rarely gets the opportunity to be this close.
Carefully, his left hand reaches out and brushes over the other wing.
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Date: 2008-12-31 10:18 pm (UTC)Carefully, his left hand reaches out and brushes over the other wing.