[Thankfully Aziraphale has experience with what a good moan sounds like from Crowley, or else he'd be panicking a bit over his reaction. Instead, he smiles like a cat that got into the cream, sneaking his fingers between the ruffled feathers and tickling the fluffy down beneath.]
Wasn't sure I'd ever hear you make that noise outside of the bedroom.
[He explores more with both hands, trailing them up along the marginal coverts and then over his back to the tiny overlapping feathers where the wings themselves emerge. He loves how it feels, like running his fingers through Crowley's hair, but with Crowley's essence pulsing underneath. He feels so warm and safe that it is only with a little hesitation that he nods in response to Crowley's request.]
All right. Hold me steady? I don't want to fall out of your lap.
[Slowly, he manifests his wings. Brilliantly white, he keeps them mostly tucked up against his back, carefully extending one so that Crowley can touch it with his hand, or his wing.]
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Wasn't sure I'd ever hear you make that noise outside of the bedroom.
[He explores more with both hands, trailing them up along the marginal coverts and then over his back to the tiny overlapping feathers where the wings themselves emerge. He loves how it feels, like running his fingers through Crowley's hair, but with Crowley's essence pulsing underneath. He feels so warm and safe that it is only with a little hesitation that he nods in response to Crowley's request.]
All right. Hold me steady? I don't want to fall out of your lap.
[Slowly, he manifests his wings. Brilliantly white, he keeps them mostly tucked up against his back, carefully extending one so that Crowley can touch it with his hand, or his wing.]