[As the pace quickens, Aziraphale's kisses become more like breathless gasps, the exquisite feeling of Crowley clenching around him making him shiver in pleasure. More terms of endearment slip out from his lips, along with praise for Crowley's beauty and movement of his body.
He knows that Crowley is keen on 'rewarding' him for caring for his hair, that gorgeous red braid that hangs over his shoulder and brushes over Aziraphale's skin every time he dips down for a kiss, but the angel is as much a giver as he is a receiver. As Crowley slides downward, he tightens his grip on the demon's hips and thrusts upward, meeting him halfway. Despite Crowley's careful rearrangement of his anatomy, Aziraphale manages to strike that sweet spot within him, somehow inherently knowing how to bring the most pleasure to Crowley with such a simple stroke.]
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Date: 2020-06-28 02:36 pm (UTC)He knows that Crowley is keen on 'rewarding' him for caring for his hair, that gorgeous red braid that hangs over his shoulder and brushes over Aziraphale's skin every time he dips down for a kiss, but the angel is as much a giver as he is a receiver. As Crowley slides downward, he tightens his grip on the demon's hips and thrusts upward, meeting him halfway. Despite Crowley's careful rearrangement of his anatomy, Aziraphale manages to strike that sweet spot within him, somehow inherently knowing how to bring the most pleasure to Crowley with such a simple stroke.]