[ Crowley doesn't pull back as soon as he feels the tell-tale clench of muscles around his face. Rather, he licks and strokes Aziraphale through his orgasm, gradually easing the intensity of his ministrations as the angel comes down from the high of endorphins. Only then does Crowley slide his tongue out, settles Aziraphale's bum gently down on the mattress, and comes up to arrange himself in a sprawl at the angel's side. ]
Sounded like you really enjoyed yourself there.
[ As though Crowley hadn't been going at Aziraphale like the angel would go at the Ritz's rhubarb parfait if he were approximately thirteen percent less conscientious of his manners. Still, his tone is light, teasing, but his eyes betray only hopeless affection for Aziraphale, and he clasps his hand, bringing his knuckles to his lips, kissing each one tenderly before flicking his tongue out to sample a bit of Aziraphale's spend that got on his fingers. ]
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Date: 2020-07-07 12:23 am (UTC)Sounded like you really enjoyed yourself there.
[ As though Crowley hadn't been going at Aziraphale like the angel would go at the Ritz's rhubarb parfait if he were approximately thirteen percent less conscientious of his manners. Still, his tone is light, teasing, but his eyes betray only hopeless affection for Aziraphale, and he clasps his hand, bringing his knuckles to his lips, kissing each one tenderly before flicking his tongue out to sample a bit of Aziraphale's spend that got on his fingers. ]