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[sohoangel]

[Aziraphale laughs softly, although he isn't immune to the praise. His cheeks turn rosy pink, his eyes watching Crowley with a similar look of love and desire.

Then the rose petals descend like a rainstorm.]

Crowley...

[He brushes a few out of his hair, looking more amused than annoyed. Aside from the excess, it really is a nice touch.]

I should hope you don't need to drown yourself in rose petals every time you pleasure yourself, dear.

[He resumes stroking himself, his breath catching, no less aroused from the brief interruption. Crowley looks so fetching in the candlelight, he keeps looking at him while he touches himself, clearly enjoying the experience.]

[inlovewithmycar]

[ Crowley gives a weak chuckle. So what if he might have buried himself in flower petals when he had a good wank? Maybe he just has a thing for silky softness, and can anyone actually blame him?

Deciding he'd much rather occupy his mouth with other things than implicate himself in having some rather peculiar fixations, he draws Aziraphale's index finger between his lips, sucking on it gently as his forked tongue curls around the digit.

He's never been so hard as now, watching Aziraphale stroke himself, yellow eyes half-lidded as he drags his fingers down Aziraphale's palm, over the sensitive skin of his wrist, tracing the path of the veins as Crowley feels the thrum of his pulse. ]

[sohoangel]

[That laugh-that-quite-isn't-one tells Aziraphale a lot, and he turns his head, kissing Crowley's shoulder.]

It's lovely, dear. Truly. Thank you.

[Crowley is doing his best to make Aziraphale comfortable, and the angel appreciates it deeply. Any chance of becoming self-conscious evaporates in the heated look Crowley gives him, and he lets out a soft whine when he feels that clever tongue curl around his finger. It reminds him of Crowley's mouth upon his cock, the very first thing Crowley did to bring him to orgasm, that same burning adoration in the demon's yellow eyes.

He miracles a bit of slick onto his hand and quickens his strokes, hips arching a little off the mattress. Suddenly he's quite close, all thanks to recent memories colliding with the here-and-now of Crowley's touch.]