[ Crowley's heart aches every time Aziraphale repeats his love, spurring him to more insistently propel the angel to his climax. His throat bobs as he takes him as deep as possible, the pressure of his mouth growing tighter, and he rubs Aziraphale's thighs encouragingly so that he doesn't have to pull away to let him know it's alright to let go.
Between that, and the firm grip on his hair makes it very hard for him not to press his hips into the duvet and take his pleasure on the blanket. Six thousand years of pining and watching the sheer eroticism of Aziraphale's dining indulgences, however, has left Crowley with a will of tempered steel and he keeps his hips firmly elevated. ]
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Date: 2020-04-01 02:19 am (UTC)Between that, and the firm grip on his hair makes it very hard for him not to press his hips into the duvet and take his pleasure on the blanket. Six thousand years of pining and watching the sheer eroticism of Aziraphale's dining indulgences, however, has left Crowley with a will of tempered steel and he keeps his hips firmly elevated. ]