Mm - could go like this forever, angel. Nice and slow.
[ He feels the fog clearing as he acclimates to these new sensations. The warmth of Aziraphale, the thrum of his heart, his usual scent pervaded by the musk of sweat and sex, and the sight of him spread out in the pillows, naked and lovely. It's still intense, but now he can start to really enjoy it rather than just be utterly overwhelmed. He can focus on keeping that slow, steady rhythm, exhaling with every tender thrust, letting the pleasure build up bit by bit. ]
You're amazing, Aziraphale - better than I ever dreamed.
[ And dreamed he had. In his wild, fevered fantasies, Crowley had been an adept lover. Smooth, suave, confident, knowing every little way he could take Aziraphale apart, bring him to intense climax after intense climax.
He likes the reality much better. He doesn't have to perform some role of gallant and dashing rogue who has taken countless lovers and is perfect in bed; they're both coming into this on a relatively even playing field and it feels so good to finally let his walls down. To just let Aziraphale know he's loved.
As Aziraphale raises his hips, Crowley's hand slips down between them, and he holds Aziraphale's cock against the flat of his belly, thumbing the crown, using the push of each thrust to build friction. ]
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[ He feels the fog clearing as he acclimates to these new sensations. The warmth of Aziraphale, the thrum of his heart, his usual scent pervaded by the musk of sweat and sex, and the sight of him spread out in the pillows, naked and lovely. It's still intense, but now he can start to really enjoy it rather than just be utterly overwhelmed. He can focus on keeping that slow, steady rhythm, exhaling with every tender thrust, letting the pleasure build up bit by bit. ]
You're amazing, Aziraphale - better than I ever dreamed.
[ And dreamed he had. In his wild, fevered fantasies, Crowley had been an adept lover. Smooth, suave, confident, knowing every little way he could take Aziraphale apart, bring him to intense climax after intense climax.
He likes the reality much better. He doesn't have to perform some role of gallant and dashing rogue who has taken countless lovers and is perfect in bed; they're both coming into this on a relatively even playing field and it feels so good to finally let his walls down. To just let Aziraphale know he's loved.
As Aziraphale raises his hips, Crowley's hand slips down between them, and he holds Aziraphale's cock against the flat of his belly, thumbing the crown, using the push of each thrust to build friction. ]