The angel moves along with the step, another quiet, muffled sound - but an interruption this time, soft and polite, as he pulls his arms back and his hands onto Crowley's shoulders, and pulls back away from the kiss. Absolutely in no rush, however.
He looks up at the demon, finding himself slightly short of breath, somehow, lingering in his gaze. Thoughtful, distracted, facing himself and these feelings between them more and more.
He brings a hand over his own mouth, not in regret but in some level of...coyness? Thought again. Idly brushing his fingers over his lips while his eyes lowered more toward Crowley's colar.
Ah, this is a lot. This is sudden-- although not really.
But, rest, yes. They should do that. I need to check what's wrong with his physical vessel. And they could use the quiet. For as much as their physical bodies don't really tire, their minds could use the breather.
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He looks up at the demon, finding himself slightly short of breath, somehow, lingering in his gaze. Thoughtful, distracted, facing himself and these feelings between them more and more.
He brings a hand over his own mouth, not in regret but in some level of...coyness? Thought again. Idly brushing his fingers over his lips while his eyes lowered more toward Crowley's colar.
Ah, this is a lot. This is sudden-- although not really.
But, rest, yes. They should do that. I need to check what's wrong with his physical vessel. And they could use the quiet. For as much as their physical bodies don't really tire, their minds could use the breather.