[ Crowley enjoys this new kind of back-and-forth between them. Well, not necessarily new new, the foundations of it were old as the planet itself. Perhaps it's more like a renovation; a new facet to something old and comfortable. This and their earlier discussion broaching the subject of cohabitation has Crowley's thoughts wandering back to a little purchase he made back in the early 19th century to hold all the things he was too sentimental to get rid of, but were too incriminating to have anywhere in his official residence. It would make a very nice home for a couple of early retirees - perhaps he should bring it up over the pumpkin ravioli.
He's not sure why the thought perusing a furniture catalog with Aziraphale is almost as arousing him just as the sweet nothings the angel's muttering, but it's certainly spurring him on to ride the angel as hard as he can. When Aziraphale starts meeting his thrusts, hitting home each time, Crowley's mind is wiped of any idle musings about picking out upholstery with the angel. His breathing becomes quick and erratic, peppering in kisses where he can though it's now mostly mouthing at Aziraphale's lips, jaw, and throat. A little miracle keeps his building orgasm at bay and stops him from spilling all over Aziraphale's belly. Panting and needy, he cradles the angel's face in his palms. ]
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Date: 2020-06-30 06:07 am (UTC)He's not sure why the thought perusing a furniture catalog with Aziraphale is almost as arousing him just as the sweet nothings the angel's muttering, but it's certainly spurring him on to ride the angel as hard as he can. When Aziraphale starts meeting his thrusts, hitting home each time, Crowley's mind is wiped of any idle musings about picking out upholstery with the angel. His breathing becomes quick and erratic, peppering in kisses where he can though it's now mostly mouthing at Aziraphale's lips, jaw, and throat. A little miracle keeps his building orgasm at bay and stops him from spilling all over Aziraphale's belly. Panting and needy, he cradles the angel's face in his palms. ]
Sweetheart, you feel so good in me -