Re: AFTERMATH - Kol/Crowley
Crowley had spent the last few hours not quite feeling as though the world was real, detached from everything. But the feelings of Kol's fangs sinking into his neck actually made him groan slightly, finally feeling something real and right there. And it took all the self control he had not to just drag Kol inside the crypt and tear his clothes off.
He slid his fingers through Kol's hair, holding him there for a while, letting him drink as much as he wanted before he tightened his grip, tugging him away slightly. Draining a demon dry was never a good idea. He didn't want to force Kol away, didn't want to potentially hurt him, so he bloody hoped Kol would take the hint to let him go, as well as hoping he'd had enough.