Tom listened to what he said and nodded slowly "Ah I see." Tom replied before he considered the questions. “Well I’m sure if this goes well I’d be happy to do this again, so I don’t mind what you paint on me, nor do I mind if it’s front or back, to be honest I think it would be fun to try both.”
"Alright. Then how about something simple like— maybe a sunset across your… chest maybe?” Liam asked, sitting up to look at Tom, eyes running over his form.
Crowley made short work of the angel’s pants and boxers, wrapping a hand loosely around the base of his straining erection. Looking up at the other with dark eyes, he flicked his tongue over the tip before sucking just the head between his lips, hand tightening ever so slightly.
The angel practically whimpered at his husband’s actions. His hands took a moment to find Crowley’s head, fingers slowly lacing through his hair.
"I try to keep it discreet," she said. "It’s sort of my least favorite part of this… existence." She wouldn’t deny that she missed looking forward to an actual dinner, and she doubted she ever would.
She let out a sigh, popping the bag open before draining it a lot quicker than she usually did. She had a feeling it would be like that until she got her strength back up.
"I’m glad you were out there though," she murmured, wiping the back of her hand. "I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been…"
"Being an angel’s no better. Well… at least being me isn’t. Falling asleep if I’m not doing something really sucks. Especially if I’m standing up. And it’s no problem really.” Rory shrugged, head resting back on the couch cushion. His eyes threatened to flutter closed but he kept them open.
"Well, since you asked so nicely~” He grinned and slid out of his suit jacket before moving to kneel in front of his husband. “Damn, you are absolutely desperate, aren’t you?” The demon snickered as he palmed Lucifer through his jeans.
The angel couldn’t help but to smirk as Crowley knelt in front of him. The only one he knew that could give better oral than Crowley, was himself.
She eased back against the cushions, not exactly wanting to argue the idea of going home. She kind of hoped Victor wouldn’t be there, if only to keep him from worrying…
After a moment, she remembered her thirst.
"Do you think you could grab a bag from the fridge for me?" she asked, referring to the blood supply.
The angel nodded, sighing softly and walking over to the fridge. He retrieved a bag and passed it to her. Rory just looked at her for a moment before sitting himself down on the floor in front of the couch she was laying on. "I don’t know how Victor lives with you. He’s really squeamish with blood when it’s someone else’s. He must cringe whenever he opens the fridge.”
The sharp pain lessened, dulling to an ache as the pale flesh of her abdomen knitted back together. Her head fell back to rest against the wall as a breath of relief left her. She would need to feed to make up for the blood loss sooner or later.
"Thanks," she managed, eyes closing for a moment. She was still a bit sore.
"Yea, no problem. But we should probably get you home.” Rory breathed, slowly but surly his arms slid under her. He held her bridal style against his chest. He snapped his fingers, teleporting them to Sophia and Victor’s home. He sighed once more before slowly setting her down on the couch.
She let out a sharp cry when the wood slipped from the wound. She had never been one for making any unnecessary noise— the warrior part of her had seen to that— but this… it was like the past few years had finally caught up with her and were leaving a wicked punch in their wake.
She pressed her palm against the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. “Victor has healing capabilities,” she said through each rasping breath. “Do you?”
"Yea, yea of course. All angels d— oh fuck, I’m an angel.” Rory gave a dissappointed sigh before hovering his hand over the gaping wound, a brownish glow surging throughout the offened area, muscle and flesh mending back together probably leaving a sort of ghost pain behind.