[Aziraphale doesn't think he could remain still even if he tried, so Crowley's steadying hand is most appreciated. The sounds that Crowley draws out of him are familiar, too, happy sighs and moans that will likely cause the poor demon a mild heart attack the next time they are out to dinner. Aziraphale can't help it! It all feels so good, and he's never been good at hiding how much he enjoys something.]
Oh... terribly, terribly brilliant -- ah! These corporations are true marvels...
[Although it goes much deeper than that. Not just their bodies, but the love that Crowley has for him, the love that Aziraphale reciprocates, it magnifies and illuminates every touch. He thrusts back onto Crowley's fingers, opening up easily, resisting the urge to grind against his thigh and inadvertently ends things before they've barely begun.]
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Oh... terribly, terribly brilliant -- ah! These corporations are true marvels...
[Although it goes much deeper than that. Not just their bodies, but the love that Crowley has for him, the love that Aziraphale reciprocates, it magnifies and illuminates every touch. He thrusts back onto Crowley's fingers, opening up easily, resisting the urge to grind against his thigh and inadvertently ends things before they've barely begun.]