[ Crowley is rather flying by the seat of his pants - metaphorically speaking, given that his trousers have long since been abandoned.
But that doesn't mean it's not enjoyable.
He breaks the kiss, flicking his tongue playfully over Aziraphale's lips before very slowly pulling away. As he draws back into a more upright position, he drags his hands down Aziraphale's chest, over the swell of his stomach and coming to rest on his waist. ]
How about letting me thank you for taking such good care of my hair...?
[ To paint Aziraphale a picture, he grinds his ass down on his cock, letting it brush up against his entrance before sliding up between his cheeks. ]
...And there's still the pumpkin ravioli for when you get a touch peckish.
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Date: 2020-06-17 07:04 am (UTC)But that doesn't mean it's not enjoyable.
He breaks the kiss, flicking his tongue playfully over Aziraphale's lips before very slowly pulling away. As he draws back into a more upright position, he drags his hands down Aziraphale's chest, over the swell of his stomach and coming to rest on his waist. ]
How about letting me thank you for taking such good care of my hair...?
[ To paint Aziraphale a picture, he grinds his ass down on his cock, letting it brush up against his entrance before sliding up between his cheeks. ]
...And there's still the pumpkin ravioli for when you get a touch peckish.