[Aziraphale would roll his eyes if he knew that Crowley wasn't absolutely serious about fulfilling his wishes. The thought gives him butterflies, or perhaps it's the way Crowley so casually undresses himself before getting into the bath, a figure of lithe beauty that Aziraphale can't seem to get enough of.
He undresses himself slowly, distracted by the image before him, until Crowley flicks water at him and startles him out of his little trance.]
Hey!
[There's no bite to his reprimand, just laughter as he shakes himself and removes the rest of his clothes much more efficiently. He's as aroused as Crowley, which he doesn't bother to hide as he steps into the bath, positioning himself behind Crowley and sighing appreciatively at the water's temperature.]
Lean back, love. I'll wash your hair. Twice, you had said?
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Date: 2020-05-01 02:31 am (UTC)He undresses himself slowly, distracted by the image before him, until Crowley flicks water at him and startles him out of his little trance.]
Hey!
[There's no bite to his reprimand, just laughter as he shakes himself and removes the rest of his clothes much more efficiently. He's as aroused as Crowley, which he doesn't bother to hide as he steps into the bath, positioning himself behind Crowley and sighing appreciatively at the water's temperature.]
Lean back, love. I'll wash your hair. Twice, you had said?