[Aziraphale's cock twitches, as if flattered by the compliment. The scene before him is so intensely erotic -- Crowley staring at him like a feast, his gorgeous face flanked by the angel's marked-up thighs -- that when Crowley finally puts his tongue to work, Aziraphale has to shut his eyes, lest his arousal crest and push him over the edge too soon.]
Oh... oh, my stars. Crowley, your tongue, you -- !
[It's not much of a compliment in return, but the way he writhes underneath Crowley must easily let the demon know how much he enjoys it.]
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Oh... oh, my stars. Crowley, your tongue, you -- !
[It's not much of a compliment in return, but the way he writhes underneath Crowley must easily let the demon know how much he enjoys it.]