[Aziraphale is a hair's breadth away from deflecting the compliment, but then Crowley touches him so intimately that all he can do is arch his back and moan. It overwhelms him, not just being rubbed through the soft cotton of his pants, but everything that's come before, the confessions of love and promises of devotion. Crowley's hands. His mouth.
Quick as anything, he turns in Crowley's arms and kisses him hungrily, hands gripping at the jacket's lapels as he pushes Crowley back into the vanity hard enough to rattle the assorted bottles on its surface.]
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Date: 2020-03-18 12:28 am (UTC)Quick as anything, he turns in Crowley's arms and kisses him hungrily, hands gripping at the jacket's lapels as he pushes Crowley back into the vanity hard enough to rattle the assorted bottles on its surface.]