[ Crowley is far from mollified. He almost goes into another rant about the inherent eroticism of the sounds and expressions Aziraphale makes when every tasty tidbit passes those soft, rosy lips, but then they are pressed to his own dripping cock and Crowley just can't anymore. A moan rips from his throat and he throws an arm over his face because if he looks right now, right now, it will all be over in a second.
He chances a peek down, only to glimpse that pink tongue raking up his cock, and he gasps, hips stuttering upwards involuntarily as he tries to think of something utterly unsexy - and the word scrummy is now apparently off that list because Aziraphale had to go and make it a sexy word. ]
Angel - you're gonna ruin me - fuck - !
[ Crowley finally finds some kind of equilibrium, and manages to get his fingers buried in Aziraphale's soft curls, stroking him encouragingly. ]
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Date: 2020-04-04 02:54 pm (UTC)He chances a peek down, only to glimpse that pink tongue raking up his cock, and he gasps, hips stuttering upwards involuntarily as he tries to think of something utterly unsexy - and the word scrummy is now apparently off that list because Aziraphale had to go and make it a sexy word. ]
Angel - you're gonna ruin me - fuck - !
[ Crowley finally finds some kind of equilibrium, and manages to get his fingers buried in Aziraphale's soft curls, stroking him encouragingly. ]