smartass_captain

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"That we are," he agrees quietly, the lilt of teasing in his voice long gone, though no less joyful. He wraps his arms around Crowley and lets their breath co-mingle, foreheads pressed together, somehow more intimate than a kiss. Crowley could drop crumbs everywhere and he wouldn't care. What matters is that they can share these moments of affection with one another openly.

The question causes the angel to blush, a soft smile shining underneath that rosy glow. "My dear. I'd say that's more of an inevitability than a promise."

Any trepidation he might have once had about not enjoying the physical intimacies of a relationship disappeared that first night he and Crowley kissed for hours, tangled up on the couch in the back room of the bookshop. It turns out that he was only waiting for the right person to kiss to enjoy it, and that person happened to be his best friend of over six thousand years. What an amazing turn of events! He'd snort at his own past fears if he wasn't currently contemplating what he and the beautiful demon in his arms would be getting up to once they returned home.

He gives Crowley a kiss for good measure, lips sealed to his. "But we don't have any of these other treats at home," he mock laments. "Best enjoy them while we're here."