Crowley made his way down his lover's body, quick kisses and bites dancing over his skin, filled with affection even though it was fleeing. Soon, his mouth was replaced by his fingertips, as his eyes focused on the Angel's skin. At least, his eyes focused ahead, although they didn't seem to be focused on anything.
The reason became obvious as the demon's mouth became level with Zira's cock, and his tongue darted out, forked edge dancing along the base of his stiff length.
It had taken him some time, but he'd finally found the right set of thoughts to gain just his tongue back, something he was sure the Angel would be pleased with. Brown eyes glanced up to his face, to watch the reaction.