Inhaling sharply, Crowley's grey eyes tracked the movement of Kit's hand. He enjoyed it vicariously, knowing exactly how that would feel on both sides.

Feeling distinctly over dressed, he quickly pulled off his half-buttoned shirt and trousers, revealing the full extent of his not inconsiderable arousal, most of which was due to the wicked, conspiratorial grin John had shot him earlier. He wondered vaguely when Kit would realize that for all intents and purposes, he was gay. With any luck, it wouldn't be quite yet, because Crowley moved to kneel behind her, his hands ghosting up and down her sides in counterpoint to her movements. Eventually, his left hand drifted upward, to gently caress her breast, as the other moved down to the soft thatch of hair between her thighs. It wasn't that he had any idea what he was doing, but he'd seen quite a lot of goings-on in six thousand years and it couldn't be that difficult. The fact that it gave him a good view of what she was doing to John was probably not significant.