[ Crowley could carry on like this indefinitely if Aziraphale wished it. Let them be caught in this limbo of endless kissing and caressing, without worry or care for ought but each other's happiness.
The 'dearest' brings Crowley's wings sweeping over Aziraphale as the demon moans something unintelligible against his collar bone. His lips move downwards, deciding that Aziraphale's nipple endured enough teasing from his fingers and could really use some tender love from his clever forked tongue.
The shift in position moves Crowley's thigh, leaving his stomach for Aziraphale to rut into. There is nothing, he thinks, that should be at all alluring about having his belly covered in spend. There really shouldn't. And yet he finds himself quite eager to see Aziraphale paint his stomach with it.
His hands have also freed up so he makes good use of them, burying his long fingers in the feathers at Aziraphale's shoulders, gently massaging the joints. ]
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The 'dearest' brings Crowley's wings sweeping over Aziraphale as the demon moans something unintelligible against his collar bone. His lips move downwards, deciding that Aziraphale's nipple endured enough teasing from his fingers and could really use some tender love from his clever forked tongue.
The shift in position moves Crowley's thigh, leaving his stomach for Aziraphale to rut into. There is nothing, he thinks, that should be at all alluring about having his belly covered in spend. There really shouldn't. And yet he finds himself quite eager to see Aziraphale paint his stomach with it.
His hands have also freed up so he makes good use of them, burying his long fingers in the feathers at Aziraphale's shoulders, gently massaging the joints. ]