He feels him reach, an instinctual part of him wanting to recoil to some sense of made up safety, but he ignores it, coyly reaching back, offering love, offering that adoration and appreciation, and welcoming him into his soul, into his aura. He's been here alone for so long, this is all so new and strange, and he's still a little nervous, but it's Crowley. That's all he needs.
More kisses, more touches of his hand over the fabric of his trousers, and some shifting along with the feeling of Crowley's hand on his skin. To touch and to be touch, even so gently, so sweetly, oh, it's almost overwhelming by itself.
He pulls his hand away, gently, blindly traces his fingers up to the zipper, to the button, carefully picking at them. Brushes a hand under the fabric when he can reach, to the side, simply feeling more of his skin, more of his warmth, taking his time. At his hip, he gently pushes the fabric down, another request, less coy as he goes.
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Date: 2019-09-21 12:22 am (UTC)More kisses, more touches of his hand over the fabric of his trousers, and some shifting along with the feeling of Crowley's hand on his skin. To touch and to be touch, even so gently, so sweetly, oh, it's almost overwhelming by itself.
He pulls his hand away, gently, blindly traces his fingers up to the zipper, to the button, carefully picking at them. Brushes a hand under the fabric when he can reach, to the side, simply feeling more of his skin, more of his warmth, taking his time. At his hip, he gently pushes the fabric down, another request, less coy as he goes.