[Aziraphale wants to retort that it's Crowley who's the marvel, but the words won't leave him, not while he's biting his lower lip and whining over whatever Crowley is doing with his fingers. It feels like he's being stretched in all directions, and the feeling is oddly addictive. This is not merely some means to an end --
-- for either of them, it seems, based on how Crowley is hissing and rubbing against him in turn. It's a real thrill, to know he's the cause of that. At Crowley's request, he nods and pants softly, eyes full of trust.]
Of course, dear. I'm... ohh, quite comfortable as is, but you know what's best...
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-- for either of them, it seems, based on how Crowley is hissing and rubbing against him in turn. It's a real thrill, to know he's the cause of that. At Crowley's request, he nods and pants softly, eyes full of trust.]
Of course, dear. I'm... ohh, quite comfortable as is, but you know what's best...