[Too bad, he'd get a glimpse of Aziraphale's concentrating face, the tip of his tongue sticking out as he methodically rinses away the last of the lather. This routine, as simple as it is, is satisfying a deep itch within Aziraphale. He turns his head to kiss Crowley's palm, smiling from the praise.]
It's rather lovely on this end, too. Budge up, dear, it's onto round two.
[He gently nudges Crowley's head back up, and helps himself to another small dollop of shampoo that he massages into Crowley's hair, significantly less oily this time around.]
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It's rather lovely on this end, too. Budge up, dear, it's onto round two.
[He gently nudges Crowley's head back up, and helps himself to another small dollop of shampoo that he massages into Crowley's hair, significantly less oily this time around.]