[ Crowley's wings were, indeed, smooth, neat and had a healthy sheen to them. That didn't mean he didn't Aziraphale's fingers buried deep in the feathers, touching a part of his bare essence. ]
...Please.
[ He only just manages to avoid whimpering it. He can't imagine that Aziraphale touching him anywhere would feel anything besides phenomenal, but his wings - the sheer intimacy of it - and that Aziraphale was offering -
His heart really was doing some fun little backflips as Crowley pressed a kiss to the angel's brow. ]
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...Please.
[ He only just manages to avoid whimpering it. He can't imagine that Aziraphale touching him anywhere would feel anything besides phenomenal, but his wings - the sheer intimacy of it - and that Aziraphale was offering -
His heart really was doing some fun little backflips as Crowley pressed a kiss to the angel's brow. ]