[ Can his heart ache any more? It feels much too big for his chest, like his ribs are going to crack open and it's going to spill out all over the bed.
Admittedly, it's not the most romantic image. It involves a lot of fluids of the decidedly not-at-all fun variety that actually make Crowley quite squeamish. But one feels what one feels and he really hopes the feeling stays metaphorical. ]
Right. Yes. Not just gonna dive right in.
[ Not that they couldn't. One miracle and they'd both be ready in an instant. But they can explore that at another date. Right now it's about making sure Aziraphale knows he's loved, that Crowley would go every extra mile to ensure the angel felt loved at every turn. Heaven knows (quite literally) he hadn't been getting that from his colleagues.
Crowley kisses him again, every inch of his face until he reaches his mouth, drawing him into his with a clever tongue. His fingers are warm and slick as they rub against his entrance, parting it as he slides in the tip of one digit. ]
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Admittedly, it's not the most romantic image. It involves a lot of fluids of the decidedly not-at-all fun variety that actually make Crowley quite squeamish. But one feels what one feels and he really hopes the feeling stays metaphorical. ]
Right. Yes. Not just gonna dive right in.
[ Not that they couldn't. One miracle and they'd both be ready in an instant. But they can explore that at another date. Right now it's about making sure Aziraphale knows he's loved, that Crowley would go every extra mile to ensure the angel felt loved at every turn. Heaven knows (quite literally) he hadn't been getting that from his colleagues.
Crowley kisses him again, every inch of his face until he reaches his mouth, drawing him into his with a clever tongue. His fingers are warm and slick as they rub against his entrance, parting it as he slides in the tip of one digit. ]
...Always will, Angel. Nice and slow then, yeah?