[ Crowley works his fingers through Aziraphale's feathers, smoothing the ones that seemed like they'd be uncomfortably out of place. He cherished those rare times he got to see the angel's wings - wings that had sheltered him from the first rains on Earth, the first real act of kindness Crowley had experienced since his fall. So he's careful with them, the way he's always been careful with Aziraphale.
As their wings maintain contact, whatever lingering tension drains from him. Nothing to be done about his cock, though. It seems to have a mind of it's own own as far as Aziraphale is concerned. ]
'Course I'm enjoying myself. M'with you.
[ He had his arms and lap full of Aziraphale, with their foreheads pressed together, gazing into one another's eyes like a pair of juvenile star-crossed lovers. He's sure the smile on his face is very undemonic and he can't bring himself to care. ]
And that sounds like an excellent idea. Very tempting. I can give your wings a proper preening.
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Date: 2020-04-24 04:37 am (UTC)As their wings maintain contact, whatever lingering tension drains from him. Nothing to be done about his cock, though. It seems to have a mind of it's own own as far as Aziraphale is concerned. ]
'Course I'm enjoying myself. M'with you.
[ He had his arms and lap full of Aziraphale, with their foreheads pressed together, gazing into one another's eyes like a pair of juvenile star-crossed lovers. He's sure the smile on his face is very undemonic and he can't bring himself to care. ]
And that sounds like an excellent idea. Very tempting. I can give your wings a proper preening.