[Crowley's begging does not fall on deaf ears; Aziraphale's hand slides further down his rear, cupping the meat of it and squeezing tenderly, while his wings lazily brush against the immaculate black feathers below..]
That's it, my dear. I can feel how close you are.
[He resumes his kisses, nosing into the spaces between the feathers and lightly tonguing the delicate skin beneath. Not at all a typical grooming session, but he feels empowered by Crowley's moans and whimpers, knowing that he can have a taste of that essence while keeping them both safe. Crowley can fall apart beneath him, but he'll be there to gather him back up and make him whole again.]
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Date: 2020-05-23 08:48 pm (UTC)That's it, my dear. I can feel how close you are.
[He resumes his kisses, nosing into the spaces between the feathers and lightly tonguing the delicate skin beneath. Not at all a typical grooming session, but he feels empowered by Crowley's moans and whimpers, knowing that he can have a taste of that essence while keeping them both safe. Crowley can fall apart beneath him, but he'll be there to gather him back up and make him whole again.]