[For every feather that Crowley smooths back into place, Aziraphale relaxes that much more, slumping against Crowley and making small, contented sounds. Not only do his wings feel better, but Crowley's careful touch feels like it's melting away the worried tangles within his very essence. He's never had his wings handled with such love; it make his very soul sing.]
I'm enjoying myself, too.
[He caresses the tops of Crowley's wings to demonstrate, pressing into Crowley's erection while he does so, his smile turning mischievous.]
You can preen my wings all you like, but only after I take care of you first.
[He means Crowley's hair, but he'd like to take care of all of him if the demon will allow it.]
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I'm enjoying myself, too.
[He caresses the tops of Crowley's wings to demonstrate, pressing into Crowley's erection while he does so, his smile turning mischievous.]
You can preen my wings all you like, but only after I take care of you first.
[He means Crowley's hair, but he'd like to take care of all of him if the demon will allow it.]