[Aziraphale has no clever comeback to offer in return, too busy writhing and moaning at the increase in intensity. His arousal coils tighter and tighter within him, a spring ready to release. How can his corporation house so much pleasure? Surely he's reached its limit by now? And yet it continues to climb, his essence soaring even as Crowley's thrusts and hot kisses are pressing him into the mattress.]
It's -- oh, Crowley, I'm --
[He pushes back with his hips, in rhythm with Crowley, instinctively chasing that pleasure. The hand on his cock pushes him over the edge and with another wordless moan, he comes over Crowley's hand and his stomach, finally giving in to the rapture that rushes through him.]
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Date: 2020-04-25 02:27 am (UTC)It's -- oh, Crowley, I'm --
[He pushes back with his hips, in rhythm with Crowley, instinctively chasing that pleasure. The hand on his cock pushes him over the edge and with another wordless moan, he comes over Crowley's hand and his stomach, finally giving in to the rapture that rushes through him.]