Kit smiled up at Crowley, a mischievous half-grin that was not unkind, before her mouth wandered lower, placing gentle kisses at the juncture of his thigh. His scent was musky and filled her senses as her gaze shifted over to John's, eyes shining with the memory they shared. Odd how close she could feel to him even with another body between them.

Crowley shifted, seeming to unwind under her touch, and she took it as a good sign. Her fingertips drew faint patterns across his skin, and, humming, she let her kisses draw in tighter, closer to the heat of his arousal, until she was mouthing the shape of his cock. Lips and tongue traced the shaft, up and down, one side and the other. She paused every so often, flicking her tongue across the head, gaging his reaction carefully even as she took pleasure in the act herself.