[ Crowley might argue that the highest compliment ever would be those sounds Aziraphale makes, the way just raking his tongue over him got the angel writhing. There is no higher honour, he thinks, than being responsible for that flush in Aziraphale's cheeks. He licks over the crown, deepening the fork in his tongue so that it wraps around to the point where the two tips can almost touch.
He eases up on his teasing, pressing little kisses all down the underside as he strokes the inside of Aziraphale's thigh. ]
I can take you all the way in. Dying to, really - you taste incredible.
[ And to emphasize his point, he nuzzles into the crook between Aziraphale's groin and his thigh, breathing deeply. ]
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Date: 2020-03-29 02:21 am (UTC)He eases up on his teasing, pressing little kisses all down the underside as he strokes the inside of Aziraphale's thigh. ]
I can take you all the way in. Dying to, really - you taste incredible.
[ And to emphasize his point, he nuzzles into the crook between Aziraphale's groin and his thigh, breathing deeply. ]
...Unless you'd like to try something else...?