Laying atop Kit was awkward, but not unpleasant. She was soft, like... well, he wasn't thinking about that. What he was thinking was that these touches felt okay; they held no menace, no pain. Lips and tongues don't feel like needles and thread and he was trying to relax into it, pleasing her the only way he knew how. Then she was pushing him toward John and that was okay, too. He'd have felt odd taking her blouse off, but had no problem attacking the fly on John's trousers and pushing them off his hips. Crowley left his tie on, trailing fingers across the nasty scars on the man's chest, before licking a path down them, stopping only at the waistband of John's shorts. Now this was a good deal more familiar than lady bits, but he doubted Kit would just be interested in watching, and John was straight anyway. It made more sense to encourage them to be together, as that had been the direction they were heading in before he interrupted, and he could just fill in, as it were.

So, slightly faster and perhaps more flexibly than any human could, Crowley squirmed out of the way, pulling John on top of Kit instead. He could take her clothes off and the demon could handle his own and still be close enough for support work. Like licking two ears that were suddenly nearby.