[Aziraphale makes note of the delightful way Crowley writhes at his touch, adding it to the catalogue of all the other things that have transpired this evening, wanting to commit each one to memory.
When Crowley answers his question with nonsense, Aziraphale can't help but smile, pleased with how he's rendered the demon inarticulate. He'd tease him about that supposed silver tongue, but then Crowley finds his own way to respond, rather effectively in fact, as the angel now has a thigh pressing up against his cock, already hard from their latest bout of kissing and innuendo.
He returns each kiss just as fervently, hands still exploring Crowley's chest, pinching gently at the other nipple.]
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When Crowley answers his question with nonsense, Aziraphale can't help but smile, pleased with how he's rendered the demon inarticulate. He'd tease him about that supposed silver tongue, but then Crowley finds his own way to respond, rather effectively in fact, as the angel now has a thigh pressing up against his cock, already hard from their latest bout of kissing and innuendo.
He returns each kiss just as fervently, hands still exploring Crowley's chest, pinching gently at the other nipple.]