[Aziraphale makes a drowsy sound of contentment as Crowley does most of the work in arranging himself to drape over as much of the angel as possible. He's still swimming through a sea of bliss, although he perks up a little at the feel of Crowley's arousal pressing against his hip. The sounds Crowley made left little doubt how much he had been enjoying himself, but it's always nice to have additional proof.]
It is, isn't it? I always thought I'd mind that part, but I really don't.
[Of course, it helps that they can miracle away the mess when it's all over. Aziraphale isn't one for the little inconveniences of a human life.
He hums and giggles at the throat lick, one of his hands reaching up to brush through Crowley's hair. They can do that now, can't they? Thank one another.]
The pleasure was almost entirely mine, I assure you.
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Date: 2020-07-08 08:53 pm (UTC)It is, isn't it? I always thought I'd mind that part, but I really don't.
[Of course, it helps that they can miracle away the mess when it's all over. Aziraphale isn't one for the little inconveniences of a human life.
He hums and giggles at the throat lick, one of his hands reaching up to brush through Crowley's hair. They can do that now, can't they? Thank one another.]
The pleasure was almost entirely mine, I assure you.