[Aziraphale smiles innocently when Crowley squirms around to face him, wrapping his arms easily about Crowley's middle, but making sure not to threaten another tickle. Crowley might retaliate with a little tickling of his own, and then there'd be water everywhere. Best to save that sort of horseplay for the bedroom.
He leans in and nuzzles his nose against Crowley's while considering the offer.]
Mmm, if that's what you'd like, dear.
[He's aware of Crowley's reaction and is half-hard himself, flattered over the fact that Crowley is nearly constantly aroused by his mere presence. But he knows that Crowley will tell him that there's no rush, no need to act upon it immediately. And now that he's had a sampling of his wings being groomed by Crowley's deft hands, the thought of having every feather back in place sounds irresistible.]
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He leans in and nuzzles his nose against Crowley's while considering the offer.]
Mmm, if that's what you'd like, dear.
[He's aware of Crowley's reaction and is half-hard himself, flattered over the fact that Crowley is nearly constantly aroused by his mere presence. But he knows that Crowley will tell him that there's no rush, no need to act upon it immediately. And now that he's had a sampling of his wings being groomed by Crowley's deft hands, the thought of having every feather back in place sounds irresistible.]
Let's be off, shall we?