[ It really was something to have Aziraphale say he's better than his beloved books, and Crowley is sure that if he weren't so far gone, he'd have some witty quip or another. The demon is hanging on by a thread, and between Aziraphale's sudden outburst and his request for Crowley to pick up the pace, he is helpless to do anything but obey.
He doesn't go much faster, but he certainly picked up the intensity. His thrusts are longer, now pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in. He gives a roll of his hips with each push inward, to really drive home. He was stroking Aziraphale's cock in earnest now, occasionally giving the base a light squeeze, and his kissing had grown hungry and open-mouthed again, as though he couldn't get enough of the taste of Aziraphale. ]
...Fast enough, love?
[ It seemed Crowley always had enough presence of mind to be a bit cheeky. ]
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He doesn't go much faster, but he certainly picked up the intensity. His thrusts are longer, now pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in. He gives a roll of his hips with each push inward, to really drive home. He was stroking Aziraphale's cock in earnest now, occasionally giving the base a light squeeze, and his kissing had grown hungry and open-mouthed again, as though he couldn't get enough of the taste of Aziraphale. ]
...Fast enough, love?
[ It seemed Crowley always had enough presence of mind to be a bit cheeky. ]