[ He might have reminded Aziraphale to perhaps save his blaspheming for outside the bedroom (or wherever else they might see fit to take their business), in case She actually opted to put in an appearance. Fortunately, Crowley is already far too overcome to bother. If their creator decides to answer Aziraphale's call, She'd just have to wait until they were finished.
Crowley is in a state of bliss - Aziraphale's girth stretches him nicely without much in ways of discomfort and he can feel the press of the angel's cockhead right up against that sweet spot. Oh yes, very nice, but a little too good just for starters. He'd like to actually last more than a few minutes, and so there's some awkward shuffling in Aziraphale's lap as Crowley makes some minor adjustments to his own anatomy - just so Aziraphale isn't hitting home with each and every thrust.
Once settled, Crowley takes a moment to admire his lover - and Aziraphale doesn't disappoint (not that he could). He is the absolute picture of indulgence, laid out in the nest of cushions like some Greek god in repose. All he needs is a bowl of fruit and a glass of wine. ]
You look absolutely divine, angel.
[ He rocks his hips experimentally at first, before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. He leans so far, Aziraphale nearly slides out of him, but Crowley pulls back just in time, sinking back down onto his erection until he's buried once more in the demon. ]
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Date: 2020-06-21 01:39 pm (UTC)[ He might have reminded Aziraphale to perhaps save his blaspheming for outside the bedroom (or wherever else they might see fit to take their business), in case She actually opted to put in an appearance. Fortunately, Crowley is already far too overcome to bother. If their creator decides to answer Aziraphale's call, She'd just have to wait until they were finished.
Crowley is in a state of bliss - Aziraphale's girth stretches him nicely without much in ways of discomfort and he can feel the press of the angel's cockhead right up against that sweet spot. Oh yes, very nice, but a little too good just for starters. He'd like to actually last more than a few minutes, and so there's some awkward shuffling in Aziraphale's lap as Crowley makes some minor adjustments to his own anatomy - just so Aziraphale isn't hitting home with each and every thrust.
Once settled, Crowley takes a moment to admire his lover - and Aziraphale doesn't disappoint (not that he could). He is the absolute picture of indulgence, laid out in the nest of cushions like some Greek god in repose. All he needs is a bowl of fruit and a glass of wine. ]
You look absolutely divine, angel.
[ He rocks his hips experimentally at first, before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. He leans so far, Aziraphale nearly slides out of him, but Crowley pulls back just in time, sinking back down onto his erection until he's buried once more in the demon. ]