[Thankfully Crowley does not have the wherewithal to remark aloud about Shadwell's nipple obsession. The less Aziraphale has to think about that daft little man, the better. What Madame Tracy sees in him, he has absolutely no idea.
Aziraphale's skin blossoms pink wherever Crowley presses his sweet, hungry mouth. He finally abandons Crowley's nipples to clutch at his upper arms, whimpering softly as Crowley grinds into him. The demon's hands on his hips prevent him from grinding back, and the build up of tension out of his control is absolutely delicious.]
If -- oh -- if you insist...
[He knows exactly what Crowley is insinuating, and in that moment can think of nothing that he'd want more. He even pushes on Crowley's shoulders a little, eager for him to get going.]
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Aziraphale's skin blossoms pink wherever Crowley presses his sweet, hungry mouth. He finally abandons Crowley's nipples to clutch at his upper arms, whimpering softly as Crowley grinds into him. The demon's hands on his hips prevent him from grinding back, and the build up of tension out of his control is absolutely delicious.]
If -- oh -- if you insist...
[He knows exactly what Crowley is insinuating, and in that moment can think of nothing that he'd want more. He even pushes on Crowley's shoulders a little, eager for him to get going.]