[ With a hand on Crowley's shoulder and a leg around his waist, he gently shoves him over onto the bed and crawls over him on hands and knees. There aren't any angles he doesn't enjoy Crowley from, but he has a particular enjoyment of this one, in part because typically when Crowley is under him, he's moaning and writhing like his soul is too big to be caged in his body and rattles against it. His face contorted in pleasure could drive Aziraphale to ruin, he's exquisite.
There he is, looking down at Crowley as a starved lion does a fresh kill.
A thought passes through his mind, and his look snaps back to normal. ]
--Surely, people could have found a phallic symbol slightly more poetic than an aubergine. An eclair, perhaps!
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[ With a hand on Crowley's shoulder and a leg around his waist, he gently shoves him over onto the bed and crawls over him on hands and knees. There aren't any angles he doesn't enjoy Crowley from, but he has a particular enjoyment of this one, in part because typically when Crowley is under him, he's moaning and writhing like his soul is too big to be caged in his body and rattles against it. His face contorted in pleasure could drive Aziraphale to ruin, he's exquisite.
There he is, looking down at Crowley as a starved lion does a fresh kill.
A thought passes through his mind, and his look snaps back to normal. ]
--Surely, people could have found a phallic symbol slightly more poetic than an aubergine. An eclair, perhaps!