[Aziraphale rolls to his side, and for a moment is tempted to pull Crowley close and tangle all their limbs together, wings included, into a heated embrace. He settles for a kiss, hand propped against the demon's chin, before he sits up and stretches his wings. The crest at the top, flight feathers touching, before he lets them relax and flutter behind him.]
Here, love. Take the wedge, I'll scoot in behind you.
[He moves out of the way, leaving a warm indent in the sheets from where he was lying. But before Crowley takes his place, he trails a finger down Crowley's chest and gives a tug at the low collar of his robe.]
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Here, love. Take the wedge, I'll scoot in behind you.
[He moves out of the way, leaving a warm indent in the sheets from where he was lying. But before Crowley takes his place, he trails a finger down Crowley's chest and gives a tug at the low collar of his robe.]
On or off, it's up to you.