[ Crowley keeps one steadying hand on Aziraphale's hip as the angel squirms and wriggles. It's a wonder to watch - that happy little wiggle he's always done, but now somehow even more erotic. He beams through his tears and adds a finger, shallow at first, and then gradually deepening his languid thrusts. He rocks his thigh against Aziraphale's erection, moving in time with each push deeper into his lover. ]
It's brilliant, yeah?
[ He may be talking about either the fact they could enjoy their freedom however they saw fit from now on, or possibly about how touching Aziraphale like this, pressed together and making love like a pair of humans, with all the care and tenderness that required. ]
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It's brilliant, yeah?
[ He may be talking about either the fact they could enjoy their freedom however they saw fit from now on, or possibly about how touching Aziraphale like this, pressed together and making love like a pair of humans, with all the care and tenderness that required. ]