[Aziraphale's blue eyes dance with mirth, feeling very pleased with himself over how wildly Crowley reacts, but that's quickly forgotten as he loses himself to Crowley's searing hot kisses. When the demon pauses to pull off his shirt, he does the same with his vest, and though he drops it rather than flinging it aside, the fact that he doesn't bother to stop and fold it should say something about invested he is in getting back to Crowley with fewer clothes in the way.
He lies down on the bed, on his side facing Crowley, enough space between then so that he can continue exploring that beautiful chest, tracing his fingers along ribs and sternum with the same grace that Crowley is touching him. He kisses back, trembling under Crowley's capable hands, and pulls back enough to whisper:]
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He lies down on the bed, on his side facing Crowley, enough space between then so that he can continue exploring that beautiful chest, tracing his fingers along ribs and sternum with the same grace that Crowley is touching him. He kisses back, trembling under Crowley's capable hands, and pulls back enough to whisper:]
Can I really have this? With you?