[ Crowley is flushed from his cheeks to shoulders, burying his face in his arms to muffle the high, keening sound he makes when Aziraphale finds The Spot. Right there in the joint where the wing meets his back. It's always been sensitive, given how Crowley has to make several adjustments to his body just to reach it. Oh, but when he did manage - and yet it's nothing compared to Aziraphale's fingers or lips. Between that and the angel's tender words, Crowley is having a very difficult time not rutting into the pillow, hips twitching and jerking with the effort of his restraint. The demon looks quite the mess, the towel having long since unraveled, though still partially wrapped around his hair, and he glances back at Aziraphale, wild-eyed. ]
Angel - fuck-! That feels - it feels -
[ Good didn't cover it. Great felt like the understatement of the century. He could probably come just from Aziraphale messing around back there, no hands or wedge pillow required. ]
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Date: 2020-05-20 05:12 pm (UTC)Angel - fuck-! That feels - it feels -
[ Good didn't cover it. Great felt like the understatement of the century. He could probably come just from Aziraphale messing around back there, no hands or wedge pillow required. ]