[ Crowley struggles to get into any kind of rhythm as he kisses Aziraphale. It's difficult to focus on so many things at once, especially when his heart is practically singing every time Aziraphale calls him 'dearest' or outwardly expresses any want for him. It soothes aches almost as old as time, like stepping into a warm bath. If Crowley had his way, he'd never stop kissing Aziraphale.
Gradually he does pick up the pace, sliding himself up and down Aziraphale's cock between hungry kisses. At each downward thrust of his hips, Crowley clenches around him, as though his body doesn't want to surrender an inch of the angel. ]
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Date: 2020-06-27 11:44 pm (UTC)Gradually he does pick up the pace, sliding himself up and down Aziraphale's cock between hungry kisses. At each downward thrust of his hips, Crowley clenches around him, as though his body doesn't want to surrender an inch of the angel. ]