[ It's a sentiment Crowley can easily get behind. Six thousand years together, they knew each other inside out. Now, rather quite literally.
Crowley folds his wings, and wriggles his way into what passes for upright for a creature who has tried for many years to come across as downwrong. He settles himself between Aziraphale's legs, and sweeps his wild red ringlets over his shoulders. ]
Mm, just like last time.
[ It's hard for Crowley to think about what he's more eager for - being able to groom Aziraphale's wings, getting his hair brushed, or - well, just everything. His cock, at half-mast since Aziraphale's orgasm, has been put in time out, covered by a pillow so Crowley could have his attention elsewhere. ]
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Crowley folds his wings, and wriggles his way into what passes for upright for a creature who has tried for many years to come across as downwrong. He settles himself between Aziraphale's legs, and sweeps his wild red ringlets over his shoulders. ]
Mm, just like last time.
[ It's hard for Crowley to think about what he's more eager for - being able to groom Aziraphale's wings, getting his hair brushed, or - well, just everything. His cock, at half-mast since Aziraphale's orgasm, has been put in time out, covered by a pillow so Crowley could have his attention elsewhere. ]