[Aziraphale whines as the kiss deepens, echoing Crowley's yearning. He's at once both satisfied and craving more, like the first bite of a sweet delicacy, pressing himself into Crowley and knotting his fingers into silky red hair. His other hand slides up Crowley's leg and settles somewhere on his thigh.
There's another whine when the kiss ends, and then he's simply looking back at Crowley in pure adoration.]
Oh... oh, my darling. Me too.
[His gaze is soft, a touch pleading. Crowley believes him, doesn't he? They just had this conversation, he has to know that Aziraphale would have kissed him ages ago if not for Heaven's watchful eyes. The Arrangement was dangerous enough, but to be caught in such a compromising position by Gabriel or another archangel --
He pulls Crowley into another kiss, a little more frantic than the first, and pants upon the breakaway.
I love you so much, Crowley. For so long. Forgive me for waiting.
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There's another whine when the kiss ends, and then he's simply looking back at Crowley in pure adoration.]
Oh... oh, my darling. Me too.
[His gaze is soft, a touch pleading. Crowley believes him, doesn't he? They just had this conversation, he has to know that Aziraphale would have kissed him ages ago if not for Heaven's watchful eyes. The Arrangement was dangerous enough, but to be caught in such a compromising position by Gabriel or another archangel --
He pulls Crowley into another kiss, a little more frantic than the first, and pants upon the breakaway.
I love you so much, Crowley. For so long. Forgive me for waiting.