[Slow is what Aziraphale wants, too, so that he can savor every moment of them coming together. His eyelids flutter from the sheer overwhelming pleasure of it, his mouth dropping open in a soft gasp, a flush high in his cheeks. Every bit the blushing virgin, if not for the way his leg tightens around Crowley's hip, drawing him in encouragingly, and the moan that follows once he's entirely filled with Crowley.]
Oh... oh, dearest...
[He loses himself in those kisses, hands coming up to bury themselves in Crowley's hair, to keep the demon as close as he can. His hips rock back instinctively, delighting in how he's surrounded by Crowley, inside and out.]
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Oh... oh, dearest...
[He loses himself in those kisses, hands coming up to bury themselves in Crowley's hair, to keep the demon as close as he can. His hips rock back instinctively, delighting in how he's surrounded by Crowley, inside and out.]