[ Crowley drapes himself in Aziraphale's lap, throwing one arm over his shoulder. Crowley is a master in the art of languishing. Many a chaise lounge have been sprawled upon over the centuries by an over-theatrical demon. ]
Oh, if you must. I'm sure I'll just have to deal with it.
[ As if it were any great hardship and he wasn't absolutely delighted by the idea of Aziraphale being frisky with him.
He lingers there for a little longer before reaching up for Aziraphale to pull him in for a kiss. ]
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Oh, if you must. I'm sure I'll just have to deal with it.
[ As if it were any great hardship and he wasn't absolutely delighted by the idea of Aziraphale being frisky with him.
He lingers there for a little longer before reaching up for Aziraphale to pull him in for a kiss. ]