It was unaccountably gratifying to hear such pleasure from Crowley, in his laughter and the words he spoke, which at any other time he might have felt not at all deserving of, only right now the question of deserving didn't seem to matter at all. All that mattered was giving and receiving enjoyment, and there was so much of it to take as they moved against one another, in motions that seemed almost instinctive. Perhaps this had originally been meant for humans, but they'd both long been observers in their ways.
"Oh yes, yes, please..." he gasped nonsense, a shiver of intense delight going down his spine with Crowley's fingers raking through his hair, the hiss in his ear...he was surely going to reach a release soon, as much as he would have liked to prolong it it seemed inevitable. He tilted his head back to reach Crowley's mouth, a hand cupping around his jaw and stroking tenderly down his throat as they kissed.
There it was, that insanely undemonic rush at the light and careful touch in the midst of the heat of the moment. Again. By all possible standards he'd been in love with Aziraphale for a long, long time, but this was the first time it was undeniable, and it terrified him. He poured all the anxiety into each kiss, possessive and hungry, his body stiffening as his pleasure threatened to peak. He broke the kiss and breathed, still close, still pressing Aziraphale sharply against the chair: "I have an idea."
Feeling the intensity in each kiss, the hot, sundering feeling of possessiveness, Aziraphale continued to touch Crowley with hands that were gentle and assuring, stroking him, each gesture like an act of praise, even with his body still trembling with hunger and the sharp sensation of rising pleasure. He was left breathing hard too when the kiss broke, with Crowley keeping him pinned against the chair and the feeling of the demon's body against his a delight that he hadn't imagined before this.
"Yes?" He kissed the corner of Crowley's mouth softly, feeling so much love for him it was a struggle to assimilate it all. "Tell me."
Crowley kissed Aziraphale soundly, only after casually adding with a smile, "I should tempt you into next steps, if I'm doing it right proper." He trailed a kiss or two down Aziraphale's chest as he sank down to his knees between Aziraphale's legs. He took Aziraphale into his hands again, glanced with amusement up at him, then slid his mouth around him.
"Crowley," Aziraphale gasped when the demon's clever mouth took him in. Something so pleasurable surely had to be a sin. There was no other word for it, as hot and sweet as it felt, how beautiful Crowley looked kneeling there before him, so that he felt himself blushing violently but too lost in the sensations to care. He stroked through Crowley's hair with trembling fingers, guiltily encouraging him. Even if some archaic part of him believed that it must be sinful for an angel to receive this, the rest of him was too subsumed by love and gratitude to pay any attention.
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"Oh yes, yes, please..." he gasped nonsense, a shiver of intense delight going down his spine with Crowley's fingers raking through his hair, the hiss in his ear...he was surely going to reach a release soon, as much as he would have liked to prolong it it seemed inevitable. He tilted his head back to reach Crowley's mouth, a hand cupping around his jaw and stroking tenderly down his throat as they kissed.
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"Yes?" He kissed the corner of Crowley's mouth softly, feeling so much love for him it was a struggle to assimilate it all. "Tell me."
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