[ He wonders if this could be their eternity. Just joined together at the hips and mouths, enveloped in warmth, pleasure, comfort and love. After everything, maybe just a few thousand years of this would be just what the doctor ordered.
That moan and the hands in his hair is enough to make his hips tremble, and he has to break the kiss, pausing to take several slow, deep breaths so he doesn't just spill and end everything before they've even begun. He nuzzles Aziraphale's cheek, stroking damp curls from his forehead to wordlessly reassure him that nothing is wrong, that he just needs a moment to collect himself. Once he can trust himself to speak coherently, he manages; ]
M'right there with you - fuck, angel, you're incredible and we've barely started.
[ It's no exaggeration either. This whole love business he thought was a bit of a bugger, given all the heart ache and pining, but now he's really getting what all the fuss is about. Now that he can just tell Aziraphale how wonderful he is, how cherished and treasured and utterly adored, without having to couch it all in ambiguity and plausible deniability. It feels like he just rediscovered some lost treasure after ages of thinking it to be lost and everything about Aziraphale feels right.
He takes another few deep breaths, gathers himself, and reaches down to give Aziraphale's thigh an encouraging stroke, his slow rocking resuming. Eventually he builds up to long, slow thrusts between leisurely kissing every inch of Aziraphale he can lay his mouth on. ]
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Date: 2020-04-22 02:34 am (UTC)That moan and the hands in his hair is enough to make his hips tremble, and he has to break the kiss, pausing to take several slow, deep breaths so he doesn't just spill and end everything before they've even begun. He nuzzles Aziraphale's cheek, stroking damp curls from his forehead to wordlessly reassure him that nothing is wrong, that he just needs a moment to collect himself. Once he can trust himself to speak coherently, he manages; ]
M'right there with you - fuck, angel, you're incredible and we've barely started.
[ It's no exaggeration either. This whole love business he thought was a bit of a bugger, given all the heart ache and pining, but now he's really getting what all the fuss is about. Now that he can just tell Aziraphale how wonderful he is, how cherished and treasured and utterly adored, without having to couch it all in ambiguity and plausible deniability. It feels like he just rediscovered some lost treasure after ages of thinking it to be lost and everything about Aziraphale feels right.
He takes another few deep breaths, gathers himself, and reaches down to give Aziraphale's thigh an encouraging stroke, his slow rocking resuming. Eventually he builds up to long, slow thrusts between leisurely kissing every inch of Aziraphale he can lay his mouth on. ]
Tell me if you'd like to go faster, yeah?