[ Crowley makes a small 'hm' of approval. He may have lost the ability to sense love a long time ago, but he definitely felt that spike of lust. Good, quality lust too, and Crowley basks in it a bit, before resuming his ministrations. He works Aziraphale's back muscles the same way he worked his wings; seeking out the spots where he carries his tension and pushing the pressure outwards. He's slow, methodical and peppers in kisses. There is also a deliberate shift of weight in Aziraphale's lap as Crowley grinds his hips down, trapping their cocks together. ]
Mm, but think of all the dinners we can have together. Picnics. Trips to carnivals, and theatres, and opera houses.
[ Crowley can't help himself. He gives Aziraphale's earlobe a playful nip. ]
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Date: 2020-06-13 01:32 am (UTC)Mm, but think of all the dinners we can have together. Picnics. Trips to carnivals, and theatres, and opera houses.
[ Crowley can't help himself. He gives Aziraphale's earlobe a playful nip. ]
Can't forget libraries, of course.