[That gasp does not go unnoticed. The next time Aziraphale rolls his hips, he makes damn well sure that Crowley's erection is pressed against in the process.]
Only -- oh -- only because -- because of the thing. The thing during the Cold War with the bombs.
[He knows that doesn't make any sense, but he has a demon distracting him most thoroughly. It comes to him in the next breath.]
Arms race. You -- you're -- I have to keep up with you, you fiend -- oh, Crowley, what you're doing to me --
[All good things, of course. All good things that are more than welcome. There is no discomfort on his face when Crowley touches his entrance, only a soft smile of anticipation.]
Oh, goodness. Do you intend to...? That is, oh... dearest, please. Please do.
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Date: 2020-04-12 01:52 am (UTC)Only -- oh -- only because -- because of the thing. The thing during the Cold War with the bombs.
[He knows that doesn't make any sense, but he has a demon distracting him most thoroughly. It comes to him in the next breath.]
Arms race. You -- you're -- I have to keep up with you, you fiend -- oh, Crowley, what you're doing to me --
[All good things, of course. All good things that are more than welcome. There is no discomfort on his face when Crowley touches his entrance, only a soft smile of anticipation.]
Oh, goodness. Do you intend to...? That is, oh... dearest, please. Please do.