[Aziraphale needs little coaxing to lie back onto the pillows, although he keeps his grip on Crowley, not wanting to lose that delicious friction building between them. He may have lost the massage, but Crowley's kiss more than makes up for it. That clever, forked tongue sends a delighted shiver through him, muted by the soft duvet beneath him.]
Right here is... oh... just about perfect...
[He smiles up at Crowley, his blue eyes twinkling in excitement, wondering if Crowley has some sort of plan for what to do with him.]
As for what I'd like... that's entirely up to you.
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Right here is... oh... just about perfect...
[He smiles up at Crowley, his blue eyes twinkling in excitement, wondering if Crowley has some sort of plan for what to do with him.]
As for what I'd like... that's entirely up to you.