Hallowe'en drabbles: A/C
There was a pumpkin hanging directly above the door, and the angel was entirely too distracted to point out that tradition called for mistletoe at this juncture. Besides, his mouth was occupied.
Crowley's lips were... his mouth... coffee-flavoured, bitter and... entirely unlike what he was used to. It had never occurred to him quite how boring the things he was used to were. The demon’s hand was tentative against his back as he tilted his head slightly… and yes, that made far more sense, there were noses to be considered, after…
Oh….
Crowley could do marvellous things with his tongue.
Crowley's lips were... his mouth... coffee-flavoured, bitter and... entirely unlike what he was used to. It had never occurred to him quite how boring the things he was used to were. The demon’s hand was tentative against his back as he tilted his head slightly… and yes, that made far more sense, there were noses to be considered, after…
Oh….
Crowley could do marvellous things with his tongue.