[Crowley's eyes brighten just a little at the question before he slides forward, his hands subtly ducking into Castiel's coat to trail to his hips, action hidden by the mess of feathers and suit jacket and tentacles.]
But I could... skip.
[It's quiet as he lowers his voice, lips ghosting against the angel's neck.]
I can think of several creative things to do with this coat and your wings that involve a bed.
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But I could... skip.
[It's quiet as he lowers his voice, lips ghosting against the angel's neck.]
I can think of several creative things to do with this coat and your wings that involve a bed.