[ Aziraphale's lips to his own are a balm to all the roiling emotions inside of his over-stimulated corporation as he rides out the angel's orgasm. He slows and stills only when he's pulled close, breathless, shaking, and yet still unable to stop finding places to lavish with kisses. When he can finally string words together into a coherent sentence, he sounds ragged and yet joyous, laughter bubbling up from him. ]
Best... bloody... decision... of my life; climbing up that wall to say hello.
[ Crowley cradles Aziraphale's face between his palms, lightly bumping their foreheads together. ]
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Date: 2020-07-09 02:13 am (UTC)Best... bloody... decision... of my life; climbing up that wall to say hello.
[ Crowley cradles Aziraphale's face between his palms, lightly bumping their foreheads together. ]
I love you, you wonderful, magnificent bastard -