[Aziraphale has so many more terms of endearment for Crowley, pet names accumulated over the millennia that he never allowed to pass his lips. Words now archaic and others timeless, sweet sounds of affection in any language. But now, clutched tight like this, the hard slick of their erections together and Crowley's hot breath on his face, he only has the one. Dearest. A soft, gasping mantra from his very heart.
He feels Crowley climax, the desperate grind of him a telltale sign. Aziraphale comes just a few strokes later, thrusting into Crowley's relentless grip, whimpering from the sheer intensity of it. No, he is never going to tire from this, although he collapse back into the pillows once it's over, needing a breather. His hand massages where he had been holding tight to Crowley's rear, the other gently twisting the longer strands of Crowley's hair between his fingers.]
Oh, my goodness... that was... that was really something else...
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Date: 2020-05-10 02:05 pm (UTC)He feels Crowley climax, the desperate grind of him a telltale sign. Aziraphale comes just a few strokes later, thrusting into Crowley's relentless grip, whimpering from the sheer intensity of it. No, he is never going to tire from this, although he collapse back into the pillows once it's over, needing a breather. His hand massages where he had been holding tight to Crowley's rear, the other gently twisting the longer strands of Crowley's hair between his fingers.]
Oh, my goodness... that was... that was really something else...