[ Crowley drinks his fill of the sight of Aziraphale, forked tongue flicking out to lick his lips. In Crowley's (not so) humble opinion, there is nothing quite as sexy as Aziraphale naked, aroused, and full of mirth.
He shifts his bony hips aside so Aziraphale can get in and make himself comfortable, and then settles down between his thighs, leaning back as instructed. He angles his head just so to plant a trail of tender kisses along Aziraphale's cheek, clearly quite happy to make himself comfortable in the angel's lap. ]
Twice, yeah. First to get the oil out and then to condition it. Just a dab of shampoo too. 'Bout the size of a quid.
[ Idly, he strokes Aziraphale's thigh under the water. He feels so at ease nestled up against him, his ever-present anxieties fled to the darkest corners of the shop. ]
Then dab it off with a towel when we're done in here and comb out any tangles. Which there might be, given your penchant for holding on.
[ Crowley leers, looking ever so pleased about the prospect. ]
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Date: 2020-05-01 03:46 am (UTC)He shifts his bony hips aside so Aziraphale can get in and make himself comfortable, and then settles down between his thighs, leaning back as instructed. He angles his head just so to plant a trail of tender kisses along Aziraphale's cheek, clearly quite happy to make himself comfortable in the angel's lap. ]
Twice, yeah. First to get the oil out and then to condition it. Just a dab of shampoo too. 'Bout the size of a quid.
[ Idly, he strokes Aziraphale's thigh under the water. He feels so at ease nestled up against him, his ever-present anxieties fled to the darkest corners of the shop. ]
Then dab it off with a towel when we're done in here and comb out any tangles. Which there might be, given your penchant for holding on.
[ Crowley leers, looking ever so pleased about the prospect. ]