'Course I want to. Just thinking about getting to see you lay hands on yourself -
[ A delighted shiver runs the expanse of Crowley's spine. He can feel the constant simmer of lust and love in his chest, an ever-present affection for the angel in his arms. The wiggling and the kiss only endear him more to Crowley, however impossible that may seem.
His devious grin softens a bit as he strokes a few stray curls from Aziraphale's forehead, thinking back to everything that inspired Crowley to spend a long evening in, enjoying some alone time with him, his hand, and the occasional piece of sexual paraphernalia. It usually didn't take much, as far as Aziraphale was concerned. Him chained up and pretty in the Bastille could have easily continued to fuel another few centuries of wild fantasies of Crowley running to his rescue with his arms full of a very grateful angel in varying states of dishevelment and undress. Hell, there had been a time where Aziraphale had just been puttering around his shop with his sleeves rolled to the elbow which had nearly given Crowley the vapors. ]
Believe me, angel, you have always been a veritable font of inspiration. Got a whole bloody list.
[ He goes in to capture Aziraphale's lips in a languid kiss, letting his tongue dip between his lover's teeth to tease before pulling away. ]
I don't want to overwhelm you though - how about we start simple, hmm?
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[ A delighted shiver runs the expanse of Crowley's spine. He can feel the constant simmer of lust and love in his chest, an ever-present affection for the angel in his arms. The wiggling and the kiss only endear him more to Crowley, however impossible that may seem.
His devious grin softens a bit as he strokes a few stray curls from Aziraphale's forehead, thinking back to everything that inspired Crowley to spend a long evening in, enjoying some alone time with him, his hand, and the occasional piece of sexual paraphernalia. It usually didn't take much, as far as Aziraphale was concerned. Him chained up and pretty in the Bastille could have easily continued to fuel another few centuries of wild fantasies of Crowley running to his rescue with his arms full of a very grateful angel in varying states of dishevelment and undress. Hell, there had been a time where Aziraphale had just been puttering around his shop with his sleeves rolled to the elbow which had nearly given Crowley the vapors. ]
Believe me, angel, you have always been a veritable font of inspiration. Got a whole bloody list.
[ He goes in to capture Aziraphale's lips in a languid kiss, letting his tongue dip between his lover's teeth to tease before pulling away. ]
I don't want to overwhelm you though - how about we start simple, hmm?