Date: 2020-05-10 01:48 am (UTC)
inlovewithmycar: (Default)
[ Crowley pants against Aziraphale's lips as he rocks his hips, sliding their cocks together in the deft grip of his palm.

Dearest. He'll never tire of hearing it. Or any other endearment Aziraphale picks for him. It could be absolutely ridiculous, and would only leave Crowley more besotted.

He doesn't last. He had no expectation to, at least, and he shakes apart, grinding back and forth between Aziraphale's cock, and the hand firmly gripping his rear. Even that shouldn't feel as good as it does, he thinks dumbly. Something else for them to explore another time,

Despite having just come (again), Crowley is persistent with each stroke, still sliding their cocks together, now quite slippery with his most recent release.
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