[The way Aziraphale speaks those words, naked and trembling with want, leaves no room for doubt. Crowley is so very much loved, from soles of his feet to the wispy tips of his hair that pass through Aziraphale's fingers before finally, finally, Crowley's hand is in his. He holds on tight, managing to meet Crowley's gaze rather than stare blindly at the ceiling, although the sight of Crowley tenderly kissing along his shaft has him groaning and letting his head fall back onto the pillows once more.]
I have a feeling you're -- ohhh -- up to the challenge --
[He's hanging by a thread now, and part of him wonders just how long he could stay balanced on that precipice, but Crowley, oh, Crowley, how he makes the angel feel so warm and safe and loved. He can't wait another moment.]
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I have a feeling you're -- ohhh -- up to the challenge --
[He's hanging by a thread now, and part of him wonders just how long he could stay balanced on that precipice, but Crowley, oh, Crowley, how he makes the angel feel so warm and safe and loved. He can't wait another moment.]
I need you, darling. Please.