There's no rest for the wicked, and that's the truth. Blake's always doing something, always buzzing around, and he usually finds himself exhausted as he crawls into Crowley's bed, but for whatever reason, he's a bit more charged and awake and... considerably drawn to the half-prone form on the bed.

Slinking past Perdita, John steps out of his shoes and crawls on to the bed, stealthy and careful with each inch closer. He doesn't get a lot of chances to see Crowley asleep, and even less to see him in any extended state of undress outside of sex.

His fingers come down on Crowley's calf and with the lightest touch, he trails them along his leg as he settles more readily next to his sleeping form.