[Aziraphale has never slept, not once in all his time on Earth, but the combination of the comfortable nest Crowley's made of himself and the bedding and his own post-coital bliss has lulled him into as close to a drowsy state as he's ever been. He shares a few more lazy kisses before wiggling under the covers, maximizing the number of places he and Crowley touch, unable to get enough of the simple pleasure of their bare corporations touching.
Crowley's comment has him laughing, lacking any sort of self-consciousness as he drapes an arm over Crowley's waist, all the better to touch him in return.]
I'm glad you approve. I believe you had plans to keep me in this state for some time.
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Date: 2020-04-27 10:40 pm (UTC)Crowley's comment has him laughing, lacking any sort of self-consciousness as he drapes an arm over Crowley's waist, all the better to touch him in return.]
I'm glad you approve. I believe you had plans to keep me in this state for some time.