Surprisingly, Crowley was rather more enthralled at that moment with Kit and John's pleasure than his own. Although he certainly was enjoying some mild physical pleasure, it was far more erotic to see how completely they were lost in one another. (Watching John find his completion didn't hurt either and Kit was so soft in his arms. If he squinted, the two of them together were almost like one particular blond and pudgy person.) The demon had attended a number of orgies in his lifetime and had seen hundreds of thousands of couples having sex, but never in all his years had he been so near a couple who were clearly in love. It was heartbreakingly familiar.

It was with some relief that John got his breath back and was able to speak distractingly, if enigmatically, so that rather than dwelling on his failed relationship with Aziraphale, feeling like a third wheel, or on his touch anxiety which he'd been able to control fairly well thus far, it was easier for Crowley just to do what he was told.

John's arms were outstretched, but hugs would be intensely awkward, so he sat in front of John, his back to him and both of them facing Kit. Maybe he could get a bit of a back massage or something, he thought distantly, disappointed that even if his wings were in any sort of decent shape he couldn't bring them out here for the erotic pleasure of group grooming. Kit didn't know about them, after all. But apparently John had other ideas, as the man loosely draped his arms around Crowley from behind, tugging him gently against his chest.

The demon squirmed slightly, uncomfortable with no longer being in control of the touching. "What...?" he began.