[Home. Crowley had never considered that in all his long years, he could be something like that to Aziraphale. With all the things he's feeling right at this very moment, Aziraphale has to hit him with the Inexplicable Yearning; that constant, indescribable ache he always managed to leave Crowley with.
It's definitely something well beyond words to be home to Aziraphale.
Crowley's eyes shut, his forehead pressed against Aziraphale's as his rocking hips slow into longer, deeper thrusts. It's always amazing to him just how mutual their feelings have been - he wonders how long Aziraphale felt that sense of safety and comfort, long before either of them could hint at admitting it...?
If I am a home, then let me be a good one. Warm and safe where there's always a light on. Let me be a place of love, always and forever yours, Crowley thinks, and hopes Aziraphale can feel it because he knows his vocal chords aren't going to cooperate - not when he's trying to kiss every square inch of Aziraphale's lovely face. ]
Mmhhnnphggh -
[ Crowley affirms when Aziraphale asks if he's close, because if his voice wasn't working before, it certainly isn't at the comparison to starlight. He is close, but he can hold out a little longer - indefinitely, with the right miracle - and he wants to feel Aziraphale's release. Feeling the slightest tug on his braid, however, tests his resolve, his cock twitching up against Aziraphale's stomach. Crowley definitely enjoyed the new turn their relationship had taken, but Aziraphale had such a habit gently pulling Crowley apart and piecing him back together with words and gestures that it left the demon both ragged and renewed all at once and he's sure one of these days it's going to, if not discorperate him, at least give him a weird out-of-body experience. ]
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It's definitely something well beyond words to be home to Aziraphale.
Crowley's eyes shut, his forehead pressed against Aziraphale's as his rocking hips slow into longer, deeper thrusts. It's always amazing to him just how mutual their feelings have been - he wonders how long Aziraphale felt that sense of safety and comfort, long before either of them could hint at admitting it...?
If I am a home, then let me be a good one. Warm and safe where there's always a light on. Let me be a place of love, always and forever yours, Crowley thinks, and hopes Aziraphale can feel it because he knows his vocal chords aren't going to cooperate - not when he's trying to kiss every square inch of Aziraphale's lovely face. ]
Mmhhnnphggh -
[ Crowley affirms when Aziraphale asks if he's close, because if his voice wasn't working before, it certainly isn't at the comparison to starlight. He is close, but he can hold out a little longer - indefinitely, with the right miracle - and he wants to feel
Aziraphale's release. Feeling the slightest tug on his braid, however, tests his resolve, his cock twitching up against Aziraphale's stomach. Crowley definitely enjoyed the new turn their relationship had taken, but Aziraphale had such a habit gently pulling Crowley apart and piecing him back together with words and gestures that it left the demon both ragged and renewed all at once and he's sure one of these days it's going to, if not discorperate him, at least give him a weird out-of-body experience. ]