[A wave of euphoria passes over Aziraphale as Crowley spills inside him; is it Crowley's climax or the aftershocks of his own that are responsible for it? Both, he hazily decides. It must be both because he can't possibly imagine being this content otherwise. He smiles when Crowley all but collapses atop him, gathering him up in his strong arms and lowering his leg so that he can cradle those narrow hips between his own properly.
He lies there, idly stroking Crowley's hair while they both rest, sticky and sweaty and a little sore. It's utter bliss. When Crowley cups his cheek and murmurs his praise, he feels tears gather in the corners of his eyes. Joyful ones. He returns any kiss that meets his lip and chases the ones that don't.]
That was wonderful, Crowley. You're wonderful. I love you.
[He'll never tire of saying it, of being allowed to say it. Curling up against Crowley's side, he notes the miracle that takes care of the mess between them and smiles.]
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Date: 2020-04-26 05:47 pm (UTC)He lies there, idly stroking Crowley's hair while they both rest, sticky and sweaty and a little sore. It's utter bliss. When Crowley cups his cheek and murmurs his praise, he feels tears gather in the corners of his eyes. Joyful ones. He returns any kiss that meets his lip and chases the ones that don't.]
That was wonderful, Crowley. You're wonderful. I love you.
[He'll never tire of saying it, of being allowed to say it. Curling up against Crowley's side, he notes the miracle that takes care of the mess between them and smiles.]
Oh... thank you, dear...