[ Crowley's smug little grin is kissed away into a soft, tender, and rather dazed expression. There are some things he'll never tire of and Aziraphale's endearments are one of them. ]
Anywhere you like, then. Anything you like.
[ He locks lips again with Aziraphale, raking his forked tongue over Aziraphale's. The massage is temporarily forgotten, but the slow roll of his hips is certainly not. He delights in the warmth and friction building, and gently nudges Aziraphale's shoulder to coax him back onto the soft duvet and pillows that had, quite miraculously, appeared behind him. ]
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Anywhere you like, then. Anything you like.
[ He locks lips again with Aziraphale, raking his forked tongue over Aziraphale's. The massage is temporarily forgotten, but the slow roll of his hips is certainly not. He delights in the warmth and friction building, and gently nudges Aziraphale's shoulder to coax him back onto the soft duvet and pillows that had, quite miraculously, appeared behind him. ]