There was something, he thinks, about seagulls and modesty, and how one should be preserved for benefit of the other. The thought floats into his mind again briefly, then vanishes along with their swimsuits. Beneath the water, after all, certainly doesn't count. Or it might count, but--
He stifles a groan when Crowley moves against him, and digs unsteady fingers into his hip.
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Date: 2009-01-26 02:58 am (UTC)He stifles a groan when Crowley moves against him, and digs unsteady fingers into his hip.