[ Crowley feels like he shouldn't be surprised at the possessive way Aziraphale holds him - after all, if the angel had been wanting this even a fraction as long as Crowley has, some clinginess is to be expected. But it does surprise him, and he loves it, his serpentine instincts kicking into overdrive so that every gangling limb is now securely wrapped around Aziraphale. ]
Go through both of us, I reckon. If they can rally the courage to even come near us now - I don't think they know what to make of, well, everything.
[ For most angels and demons, 6000 years of adherence to doctrine makes uncertainty about anything a terrifying prospect. And Aziraphale and Crowley had just made a lot of what had been considered absolutes now very shaky territory.
Crowley is grinning with pride and satisfaction about it, nuzzling affectionately into Aziraphale's cheek as, on another plane, their wings are as tangled together as the rest of them.
When Aziraphale not-so-subtly inquires about his masturbation habits, Crowley gives a loud and delighted 'ha!' ]
Curious about how I'd have a good wank, hmm?
[ His nuzzling goes from affectionate to sensual as he murmurs his reply into Aziraphale's ear, fingers dancing teasingly over the angel's perfect plush buttocks. ]
Never just shoved my hand down my trousers, oh no. Just rubbing one out always left me feeling kind of sad and empty. If I'm indulging, s'always after a nice meal, make a big production of it. Flower petals, candles, run a hot bath, put on some music - got to have an ambiance before I get down to imagining all the truly wicked things I've love to do with you.
[ Even the fantasy of Aziraphale requires Crowley's usual flare for the dramatic. ]
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Date: 2020-08-10 06:53 pm (UTC)Go through both of us, I reckon. If they can rally the courage to even come near us now - I don't think they know what to make of, well, everything.
[ For most angels and demons, 6000 years of adherence to doctrine makes uncertainty about anything a terrifying prospect. And Aziraphale and Crowley had just made a lot of what had been considered absolutes now very shaky territory.
Crowley is grinning with pride and satisfaction about it, nuzzling affectionately into Aziraphale's cheek as, on another plane, their wings are as tangled together as the rest of them.
When Aziraphale not-so-subtly inquires about his masturbation habits, Crowley gives a loud and delighted 'ha!' ]
Curious about how I'd have a good wank, hmm?
[ His nuzzling goes from affectionate to sensual as he murmurs his reply into Aziraphale's ear, fingers dancing teasingly over the angel's perfect plush buttocks. ]
Never just shoved my hand down my trousers, oh no. Just rubbing one out always left me feeling kind of sad and empty. If I'm indulging, s'always after a nice meal, make a big production of it. Flower petals, candles, run a hot bath, put on some music - got to have an ambiance before I get down to imagining all the truly wicked things I've love to do with you.
[ Even the fantasy of Aziraphale requires Crowley's usual flare for the dramatic. ]