[If Crowley is going to insist on using his clever mouth to continue to distract Aziraphale, then the angel feels entirely justified in reclaiming Crowley's hand and pressing hot little kisses all the way from his wrist to the soft divot of his inner elbow.]
I thought you were tired. Is this how you fall asleep?
[His teasing tone gives way to a thready whine when Crowley sucks a mark onto his neck, one he has no intention of vanishing with a miracle. He turns in the demon's arms and kisses him properly.]
I'll tell you a little secret, dear. If it's a choice between you and my books, you'll always win.
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Date: 2020-06-08 03:34 pm (UTC)I thought you were tired. Is this how you fall asleep?
[His teasing tone gives way to a thready whine when Crowley sucks a mark onto his neck, one he has no intention of vanishing with a miracle. He turns in the demon's arms and kisses him properly.]
I'll tell you a little secret, dear. If it's a choice between you and my books, you'll always win.