The nip did things to him. Things he would rather ignore. Moreso the snarl. But ignoring too much was altogether impossible, and he couldn't stop. He lightly scratched the back of Crowley's neck in reply, sighing softly as darkness surrounded them, tasting his lip, ever so delicately his tongue. He made the most indecent noise as his name was whispered in that darkness and it was oh, all to easy to fall--
As soon as he thought it, the word shook him.
He lightly pushed at Crowley's chest, trying to get him to back up a little, trying to breathe.
"Yes, well, quite enough inspiration for one day, don't you think?" he said with a smile, feeling frazzled. He was not falling, he told himself, they were inspiring. In the middle of a street. With a child around who was being herded off. He would just have to remember to inspire less intensely in the future that was all.
"What were we doing? Oh! The book." He went to fetch it, making a great show of brushing it off as he tried to pretend he couldn't still taste Crowley on his tongue or feel the heat of him and that delicious darkness and promises. Dark wonderful promises that he could never let himself explore or it would be too far. Too far and he wouldn't be able to come back.
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Date: 2019-06-26 08:47 pm (UTC)As soon as he thought it, the word shook him.
He lightly pushed at Crowley's chest, trying to get him to back up a little, trying to breathe.
"Yes, well, quite enough inspiration for one day, don't you think?" he said with a smile, feeling frazzled. He was not falling, he told himself, they were inspiring. In the middle of a street. With a child around who was being herded off. He would just have to remember to inspire less intensely in the future that was all.
"What were we doing? Oh! The book." He went to fetch it, making a great show of brushing it off as he tried to pretend he couldn't still taste Crowley on his tongue or feel the heat of him and that delicious darkness and promises. Dark wonderful promises that he could never let himself explore or it would be too far. Too far and he wouldn't be able to come back.