[Aziraphale gasps sharply, surprised at how sensitive that touch to his nipples is. Such a funny thing for his corporation to have, completely unnecessary, and yet when Crowley rubs them, it goes straight to the very core of him.
At a loss for words, he slides a hand into Crowley's hair and tugs him down for another kiss. He lingers on this one, chasing the pleasure it brings.]
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At a loss for words, he slides a hand into Crowley's hair and tugs him down for another kiss. He lingers on this one, chasing the pleasure it brings.]
I'm all yours, dearest. However you want me.