Another muffled sound, right into their kiss, soft, yearning, feeling Crowley press himself up against him, feeling his request for that connection, for that sharing, and it's almost scary, almost overwhelming, without quite breaching that threshold, at least not yet.
He hears him, he hears him, and he shows him so, thinking about, showing him how much he loves him, how much he appreciates him, how much he appreciates all his presence, his protectiveness, all of his efforts in keeping the angel as well as he could. He shares, now, he shares all of the things he couldn't share, all of the things he couldn't even admit to himself.
And a touch, to his side, down to his waist, gently tracing his fingers along the belt until they brush on the skin bellow Crowley's belly. He doesn't mind being more forward now, that he's only leveling the field, as it were. A silent request of his own.
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Date: 2019-09-19 12:08 am (UTC)He hears him, he hears him, and he shows him so, thinking about, showing him how much he loves him, how much he appreciates him, how much he appreciates all his presence, his protectiveness, all of his efforts in keeping the angel as well as he could. He shares, now, he shares all of the things he couldn't share, all of the things he couldn't even admit to himself.
And a touch, to his side, down to his waist, gently tracing his fingers along the belt until they brush on the skin bellow Crowley's belly. He doesn't mind being more forward now, that he's only leveling the field, as it were. A silent request of his own.