Well, isn't it good that they find themselves with so much time? Not that time had actually been much of an issue before, thousands of years as they lived on Earth, but poetry doesn't have a time limit. Maybe one day, who knows. In whatever form it takes.
The look on the angel's face is soft and curious, nervous but not entirely hesitant. There are far too many implications within them being together in the manner, romantically, physically, emotionally, after so long, after what they've been through. A culmination yet only a new chapter, he would hope, should nothing succeed to end them too soon.
He feels and observes his indications, feels Crowley through the fabric of his trousers, strokes him through the fabric with a gently firm press of his palm, taking the opportunity to lean down and press some kisses over his collar and up towards his throat.
He can give him this. He can give him love. He can give him safety, finally, return it as Crowley's given him. They have time, and he has a lot of catching up to do.
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The look on the angel's face is soft and curious, nervous but not entirely hesitant. There are far too many implications within them being together in the manner, romantically, physically, emotionally, after so long, after what they've been through. A culmination yet only a new chapter, he would hope, should nothing succeed to end them too soon.
He feels and observes his indications, feels Crowley through the fabric of his trousers, strokes him through the fabric with a gently firm press of his palm, taking the opportunity to lean down and press some kisses over his collar and up towards his throat.
He can give him this. He can give him love. He can give him safety, finally, return it as Crowley's given him. They have time, and he has a lot of catching up to do.