[Aziraphale, being the stubborn angel that he is, purses his lips petulantly, but his resolve lasts all of two seconds before he whines and presses his arousal against Crowley's thigh. Wily serpent, somehow always knowing exactly what his angel wants...
The wings wrapped around him send a sweet shiver through his own, that delightful physical sensation coupled with the thrum of Crowley's essence underneath.]
I'm sure you'll think of s-something. Clever demon that you are... oh, dearest, yes, just like that...
[He could live in this little space surrounded by Crowley's wings, festooned with kisses and teasing touches. He nuzzles and pets Crowley's hair, thrusting languidly against him, savoring each spark of pleasure as it washes over him.]
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The wings wrapped around him send a sweet shiver through his own, that delightful physical sensation coupled with the thrum of Crowley's essence underneath.]
I'm sure you'll think of s-something. Clever demon that you are... oh, dearest, yes, just like that...
[He could live in this little space surrounded by Crowley's wings, festooned with kisses and teasing touches. He nuzzles and pets Crowley's hair, thrusting languidly against him, savoring each spark of pleasure as it washes over him.]