[Soft whimpers escape Aziraphale, a paradoxical mixture of disappointment and relief, and he struggles to find words, his hand still grasping blindly for Crowley's.]
I -- it --
[It's not simply the novelty of this particular sexual act that has him needing the reassurance. It's that he's so close to climax without having done anything. Is he allowed this? He must be, Crowley is telling him so. More than that, Crowley is giving him the space to ask for what he wants.]
I love you so much, Crowley. Please, don't stop using your tongue. However you like, wherever you like.
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Date: 2020-06-30 03:24 pm (UTC)I -- it --
[It's not simply the novelty of this particular sexual act that has him needing the reassurance. It's that he's so close to climax without having done anything. Is he allowed this? He must be, Crowley is telling him so. More than that, Crowley is giving him the space to ask for what he wants.]
I love you so much, Crowley. Please, don't stop using your tongue. However you like, wherever you like.