[ Crowley echoes it so softly, so reverently it may as well have been a prayer. He kisses Aziraphale more fervently this time, the hand in his hair spurring him on. He makes a mental note to grow it out, really give Aziraphale something to grab onto next time.
Thumbing the nipple to firmness, Crowley debates the merits of getting their pants off - though there's no way to do that without parting and oh, he has no desire to do that at all. So with a snap of his fingers, he banishes every remaining stitch between them to... well, hopefully somewhere in the flat. His mind is a bit occupied at the moment, but some distant part of him would rather their underthings don't wind up with some stranger. ]
I want you every way you want be together. Every single one. As long as it's you.
[ Crowley breathes, only briefly parting from Aziraphale's lips to answer him, before returning in for another kiss, relishing the full-body skin-to-skin contact. If 'heavenly' actually meant what the humans thought it did, Crowley might have described it as such. As it is, he feels like he's coming up short on words (though Beethoven's 9th might be a somewhat adequate summation of the feelings coursing through him). ]
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Date: 2020-03-27 02:38 am (UTC)[ Crowley echoes it so softly, so reverently it may as well have been a prayer. He kisses Aziraphale more fervently this time, the hand in his hair spurring him on. He makes a mental note to grow it out, really give Aziraphale something to grab onto next time.
Thumbing the nipple to firmness, Crowley debates the merits of getting their pants off - though there's no way to do that without parting and oh, he has no desire to do that at all. So with a snap of his fingers, he banishes every remaining stitch between them to... well, hopefully somewhere in the flat. His mind is a bit occupied at the moment, but some distant part of him would rather their underthings don't wind up with some stranger. ]
I want you every way you want be together. Every single one. As long as it's you.
[ Crowley breathes, only briefly parting from Aziraphale's lips to answer him, before returning in for another kiss, relishing the full-body skin-to-skin contact. If 'heavenly' actually meant what the humans thought it did, Crowley might have described it as such. As it is, he feels like he's coming up short on words (though Beethoven's 9th might be a somewhat adequate summation of the feelings coursing through him). ]