A little less gentle now, still working his hand deeper into the feathers, but he's watching more closely than ever and his own lips are parted in concentration. It's ridiculously clichéd, but Crowley looks so beautiful from here that he very nearly stops in order to stare.
He doesn't, of course.
He leans forward again instead, dropping another kiss behind Crowley's ear, warm breath on the curving pink shell, lips trailing down his neck until he can breathe more purposefully onto the sensitive join.
This is clear in his memory, teeth and tongue just near the centre of his back - Crowley's back - and so close, he remembers, to where he'd wanted them that he'd thought he might explode with need.
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Date: 2009-01-01 11:50 pm (UTC)He doesn't, of course.
He leans forward again instead, dropping another kiss behind Crowley's ear, warm breath on the curving pink shell, lips trailing down his neck until he can breathe more purposefully onto the sensitive join.
This is clear in his memory, teeth and tongue just near the centre of his back - Crowley's back - and so close, he remembers, to where he'd wanted them that he'd thought he might explode with need.