[ Crowley's tongue is relentless in it's exploration - at least until Aziraphale pleads for Crowley. He slides it out so he can press reassuring kisses into the soft inside of Aziraphale's thigh. ]
M'here, angel - tell me how you need me; anything you want at all, I'm yours.
[ He kisses up Aziraphale's thigh into the juncture between his groin and legs, and then nuzzles up against the angel's straining erection. ]
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Date: 2020-06-30 06:13 am (UTC)M'here, angel - tell me how you need me; anything you want at all, I'm yours.
[ He kisses up Aziraphale's thigh into the juncture between his groin and legs, and then nuzzles up against the angel's straining erection. ]