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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"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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