[Aziraphale is a hair's breadth away from deflecting the compliment, but then Crowley touches him so intimately that all he can do is arch his back and moan. It overwhelms him, not just being rubbed through the soft cotton of his pants, but everything that's come before, the confessions of love and promises of devotion. Crowley's hands. His mouth.
Quick as anything, he turns in Crowley's arms and kisses him hungrily, hands gripping at the jacket's lapels as he pushes Crowley back into the vanity hard enough to rattle the assorted bottles on its surface.]
[ The sudden exclamation from Crowley is lost in Aziraphale's lips. His surprise, however, only lasts until he's up against the vanity, and then he is thoroughly kissing back, just as hungry and wanting.
He drags Aziraphale flush with his body, writhing against him so he can feel the exact effect his outburst has had on Crowley.
Would they ever make it to the tub? The thought is brief and distant and Crowley can't bring himself to worry too much about it as long as Aziraphale keeps touching him. ]
[It is both a relief and intensely arousing to know that he's having the exact same effect on Crowley. And, oh, how Crowley can writhe. It's putting all sorts of filthy images in Aziraphale's mind, things that Nicholson Baker wished he had the skill to properly describe.
Then, rather suddenly, his thoughts catch up with his actions and he breaks off the kiss, panting and flushed all down his chest, looking almost baffled at his behavior.]
Ah! Sorry, I -- I got carried away...
[He smoothes out the lapels beneath his clutches, then pushes at Crowley's jacket, gently but insistently.]
Perhaps we can save the bath for later? The water will keep.
[ Crowley's in a pleasant stupor when Aziraphale pulls away, trying to chase his lips until he realizes the angel is speaking. ]
Carried away...
[ He echoes, blinking slowly until the world comes back into focus. ]
Yeah, no, don't apologize for that, love. Please continue to get carried away. If you've got a bed buried under all these books, I wouldn't object to being carried away there.
[ Prompted by the tug at his lapels, Crowley eagerly shrugs off the jacket, careful not to jostle the various bottles and jars any more than they already had. Aziraphale took such good care of his things, and Crowley is loathe to see any of his treasures damaged again. ]
Like you said, bath'll keep.
[ And even if it didn't, they could always just run a new one. ]
[It takes a moment for Crowley's words -- his offer -- to sink in, and then the angel smiles like sunlight.]
Oh, well... if you insist.
[He takes Crowley's jacket with a gentlemanly flourish and hangs it on the back of the door with his cardigan, then turns and effortlessly scoops Crowley up into his arms, bridal style.]
I do have a bed, as it happens. Shall I take us there? Not a single book upon it, I swear.
[He'll make no promises about the multitude of stacks around it, however.]
[ Crowley gives a 'woop' of surprise when Aziraphale takes him literally. Not that he's complaining - quite the contrary, he throws his arms around the angel's neck and plants a big, soppy kiss on his cheek. ]
My dashing knight ~
[ He thinks back to Aziraphale's days at the round table - he had cut quite a gallant figure in shining armour. ]
Do take me to what I'm sure is a book-free bed. Onward!
[ The next string of kisses he presses to Aziraphale's face are much more tender, accompanied by the a series of sweet nothings about his lovely angel. ]
[No matter the fact that he was literally grinding against Crowley just a few moments ago, it's the soppy kisses and words of endearment that have him blushing like mad. He smiles bashfully and carries Crowley out of the bathroom, careful to keep his gangly body from hitting the door frame.]
I'd be a bit more dashing without my trousers undone...
[He'd argue the whole 'gallant' thing as well. The fur-lined cloak was very nice, but good luck getting him in a clanking suit of armor ever again.
But, it is terribly sweet that Crowley thinks so. And it definitely appeals to his romantic nature to carry his dear demon over the threshold of his bedroom. There is a bed, as promised, Victorian style with soft dove gray sheets and a plethora of pillows against the headboard. Aziraphale sets Crowley upon it, then shrugs out of his open shirt and waistcoat, folding them up and laying them on a dressing chair. (Well, on the books on the dressing chair.) Then he slips out of his trousers, revealing his plain briefs in their full glory, as well as the fact that he's wearing sock garters.]
Make yourself as comfortable as you like, darling.
Oh, I don't know. Lends a bit of a roguish charm to the whole ensemble.
[ With one last nuzzle to Aziraphale's cheek before being set down, Crowley does indeed make himself very comfortable.
He flops back, settling into the mountain of cushions and wriggling around on the divinely soft sheets. The bed certainly meets with the connoisseur of sleep's approval; it's deliciously cozy and he constantly catches Aziraphale's scent in the cushions. He would go so far as to say as there is no other bed he'd rather be in again. ]
Y'know, this bed is rather nice. Have you tried your hand at sleeping?
[ He pops the top few buttons on his functionally useless waistcoat and miracles his trousers off into the ether since there would be no physically getting them off otherwise. This reveals his cherry red boxer briefs, which also have printed across the waistband in Aziraphale's distinct, neat scrawl;
Property of the Principality Aziraphale
Crowley grins, quite content to watch Aziraphale strip down to his skivvies, while leaving the angel's prior handiwork on full display.
The sock garters are a particularly nice touch. Aziraphale always did look like a Leyendecker ad; so prim, proper and utterly sensual. ]
No... I couldn't risk it, not with Gabriel popping over unannounced. Ever vigilant and all that. But I did try reading in bed several times. The humans made it seem very appealing, all nestled under the covers with a book and a small reading light.
[The thought of using it for anything else, particularly with a certain red-haired demon in it, was far out of the realm of possibility until very recently, but reading alone simply wasn't as satisfying, so soon enough the bed became a place to store books like everything else in the flat.
He folds up his trousers and puts them with the rest of his clothes, then turns and finally takes in the sight of Crowley lying in his bed.]
Good Lord... couldn't wait, could you?
[Despite the eye roll, he's clearly pleased by what he sees. He sits down and traces a finger along the writing on Crowley's colorful boxer briefs. Yep, that's definitely his handwriting. He wishes that he could remember that evening better. Bold enough to sign Crowley's pants, but too shy to take it any farther.
He's not going to squander his second chance.
Carefully, he opens the rest of the buttons on Crowley's waistcoat, then slides a hand underneath Crowley's shirt.]
I suppose I should thank you, those trousers are damn near impossible to get off.
[ He arches under the touch, only just managing to stifle a moan. That really shouldn't feel as good as it does, but, well - it feels really damned good. ]
You're very welcome. The only way those come off is with scissors or a miracle.
[ Crowley reaches up, hooks his hand around Aziraphale's head to coax him in for a kiss. ]
...And you know, we could now, if you like. Start using your bed for sleeping and reading and little midnight snacks. All sorts of things that would give the Archangel Fucking Gabriel an aneurysm.
[ His free hand slips under Aziraphales vest, hiking it up over the curve of his back and swell of his belly. ]
It's an excellent bed for getting into all kinds of mischief.
[Crowley's reaction is absolutely marvelous. He lets his hand wander while he's pulled in for a kiss, his other splayed out on the bed for balance. Shamelessly, he finds one of Crowley's nipples and teases it, hoping for an even stronger response.]
Mmm, so long as you're in it with me, I'm open to just about anything.
[He shivers at Crowley's touch, then slips his hand out from under Crowley's shirt so that he can push it up as well, aching to see more of him.]
[ There's meant to be some witty response, something suave and smooth that will make Aziraphale both laugh and want him even more, but it's lost in a lot of garbled swearing and frantic scrabbling as soon as one perfectly manicured finger makes contact with a sensitive nipple.
Crowley surges forward to kiss Aziraphale, hungry and wanting, parting only briefly to pull his own shirt off and toss it into a stack of books where it would likely be consumed by ravenous literature of dubious repute.
One might think that Herself had spun Aziraphale from the gauziest muslin way Crowley's hands wander achingly tender over the angel's torso. Long fingers flutter and caress, pausing momentarily to tease a nipple to hardness or to stroke along the curve of his spine. It's a sharp contrast to the searing, open mouthed kisses that would make a lamprey blush. ]
[Aziraphale's blue eyes dance with mirth, feeling very pleased with himself over how wildly Crowley reacts, but that's quickly forgotten as he loses himself to Crowley's searing hot kisses. When the demon pauses to pull off his shirt, he does the same with his vest, and though he drops it rather than flinging it aside, the fact that he doesn't bother to stop and fold it should say something about invested he is in getting back to Crowley with fewer clothes in the way.
He lies down on the bed, on his side facing Crowley, enough space between then so that he can continue exploring that beautiful chest, tracing his fingers along ribs and sternum with the same grace that Crowley is touching him. He kisses back, trembling under Crowley's capable hands, and pulls back enough to whisper:]
[ Crowley nestles down alongside Aziraphale, stroking his knuckles along the side of the angel's face, and smoothing back a few curls. He couldn't stop touching, never wanted to stop touching.
Crowley is not one to shy away from questions. He has a million of them at any given moment, after all. But this one tugs at his heart. Even here, in the secluded safety and warmth of this bed, old fears and doubts still nipped at their heels.
Well, time to nip back. Right in the bud.
...Look, he's not the best with metaphors, even when he isn't pitching a tent in his knickers. ]
Nothing to stop us now, right?
[ He wrapped his arms around Aziraphale, stroking a reassuring path up and down his back as he peppered kisses along his brow. ]
So I'd say yeah, you can definitely have this. I'll always be yours, Aziraphale.
[Aziraphale's lower lip quivers and he hides his face in the crook of Crowley's neck, wrapping his arms around the demon in turn and holding on for all he's worth. Not exactly a seductive response, but he needs a minute to compose himself, so overwhelmed by finally being allowed what had been denied to him (to both of them) for so long.
An angel freely and openly loving a demon. His demon.]
I'll always be yours, too, Crowley. Always.
[He kisses the soft patch of skin there, entwining his legs with Crowley's, his sock garters rubbing against bare calves. When he pulls back, that sweet sunshine of a smile is back, and he laughs sheepishly.]
I have to admit, I... I feel a bit lost. Now that I finally have you, I don't know where to begin.
[ Crowley's own lower lip had gone a bit wobbly, his eyes damp as he looks on Aziraphale with naked adoration.
Crowley had always been absolutely terrible at hiding his emotions, at least as far as Aziraphale was concerned. And tangled up with him now, with this hope for a future together, Crowley certainly didn't feel like bringing this emotional rollercoaster to halt, even if he wound up shedding a few soppy tears.
He kisses into Aziraphale's hair, along the crown of his head and over his brow. ]
Could keep just doing this. Love getting to kiss you. Don't think there's a single part of you I don't want to put my lips to, really.
[ He chuckles to try to disguise a happy sob. ]
That bit where you pinned me to the vanity was pretty damn good to. We should look into that more a bit later, yeah?
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[Oh, he hadn't meant to make Crowley cry, never mind the tears in his own eyes, but it's nice to know that he's not alone in feeling overwhelmed by this wonderful, tender feeling of hope. Quietly stunned, he shuts his eyes, letting Crowley's love wash over him, basking in those sweet kisses.]
Kissing is an excellent place to start... not that I don't want you in all sorts of ways...
[He peeks at Crowley, blushing and grinning a little despite himself.]
Did you, now? Well, I... [His blush grows, but he perseveres.] I can't say I minded the reverse much, either...
[ His memory catches up to his mouth and it promptly clicks shut as he remembers. He'd been so stressed at the time, and handing the humans real guns had done very little to blow off steam. And then, Aziraphale had called him nice of all things, and they only had days left, and some part of Crowley had snapped and he was ready to finally just pin Aziraphale up against the wall and finally kiss him senseless after explaining that he wasn't 'nice'.
He hadn't got to the kissing part. Which, in hindsight, seems regrettable now.
A wave of something else rolls over the demon, and perhaps it's the lingering tears or a glint of mischief, but something gleams in his eye and rolls over, pinning Aziraphale under him with a grin. ]
You liked that hm? You know how close I came to kissing you, telling you everything right then and there? Thought I was about to ruin everything, but apparently...
[ He presses a hungry kiss to Aziraphale's mouth. ]
[Aziraphale has never forgotten that brief moment in the former Satanic nunnery. It was the closest that they'd ever gotten, physically, close enough that Aziraphale could feel the heat of Crowley's body all along his and count every freckle on his snarling, gorgeous face. He had assumed that his attraction at the time was not only inappropriate for the occasion, but in general, as well.
It's only as he's being pinned into the cushy mattress with a wickedly grinning Crowley that he's starting to think otherwise.
He returns the kiss eagerly, relaxing into this new and very much wanted state of being, having Crowley lie atop him with very few clothes in between.]
I was wondering where you were intending to go with your tirade about not being nice. [A glint appears in his own eyes and he adds:] Of course, if you truly had me pinned, I wouldn't be able to do this.
[His hands slide down to Crowley's rear and squeeze playfully.]
[ He may have explained that, at the time, he'd been so close to just grabbing Aziraphale and running scared to the furthest reaches of the universe, that the only reason he hadn't taken off was because Aziraphale still had hope.
Instead, Crowley makes a sound deep in his throat, both arching his back and trying his damnedest to push whatever passes for a rear on him right into Aziraphale's hands.
It's a conversation for another day. Right now, Crowley wants to show Aziraphale how much he loves him. ]
...Been wanting to do that a while, eh?
[ Crowley's attempt at smooth composure is rather ruined by how breathless he sounds. ]
Bet there's loads you've been wanting, yeah? ...Well, we can now. Anything. Every single thing.
[ Panting, he grinds their erections together once again. It had felt wonderful standing, but now, in this position, it felt beyond marvelous. ]
Far longer than I was willing to admit to myself, my darling.
[And whatever he had allowed himself to imagine, it pales in comparison to the real thing.. Whatever passes for Crowley's rear, Aziraphale loves the feel of it, the way Crowley groans and pushes it back into his hands. He gives it another squeeze, because he can, and smiles at Crowley's breathless response.
Then Crowley grinds against him, and all his thoughts leave him in a rush of ecstatic sparks. He groans and grinds back instinctively, his corporation knowing what to do even if his mind is caught up in a state of relentless bliss.]
Oh! Oh, my -- my dear b-boy --
[He pushes a bit with his hands, not so much to cop another feel as to slow things down a notch, enough to get used to the sensation and savor it properly.]
[ Crowley cannot believe how sensitive he feels. His skin feels like it's tingling all over, the peculiar sensation expanding out from his stomach. It's not even like he's never done this before, but things just feel so much more with Aziraphale. ]
Y-yeah - m'feeling it too.
[ Crowley forces himself to relax the pace, but his hips still rock involuntarily up against Aziraphale's. ]
[Aziraphale has never done anything like this before, he's only had his books for knowledge, and he's starting to wonder if the human language simply doesn't have words to describe the pure electric arousal of such an act, because this is simply nothing like what he's read.]
It's -- oh -- it's because it's you --
[That's the only conclusion he can come to. He's kissed humans in the past, on occasion, and it was barely a spark of what it's like kissing Crowley. And speaking of kissing, he seeks out Crowley's lips with his own, hands wandering up and down his back restlessly, as if trying to disperse that white-hot energy between them.]
[ Crowley gave a stuttering, breathless laugh, kissing Aziraphale messily. He knew there was nothing else that could ever compare to this. Aziraphale's hands alone, rubbing up and down his spine, are lightyears more fulfilling than every encounter he's ever had. ]
It's incredible that I can do this with you - that we can have this.
[ As if to emphasize his point, he runs his hands down Aziraphale's torso and cups his soft chest, rubbing his thumbs over his nipples. ]
It's you as well - no one else could ever feel this right.
[Aziraphale gasps sharply, surprised at how sensitive that touch to his nipples is. Such a funny thing for his corporation to have, completely unnecessary, and yet when Crowley rubs them, it goes straight to the very core of him.
At a loss for words, he slides a hand into Crowley's hair and tugs him down for another kiss. He lingers on this one, chasing the pleasure it brings.]
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Quick as anything, he turns in Crowley's arms and kisses him hungrily, hands gripping at the jacket's lapels as he pushes Crowley back into the vanity hard enough to rattle the assorted bottles on its surface.]
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He drags Aziraphale flush with his body, writhing against him so he can feel the exact effect his outburst has had on Crowley.
Would they ever make it to the tub? The thought is brief and distant and Crowley can't bring himself to worry too much about it as long as Aziraphale keeps touching him. ]
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Then, rather suddenly, his thoughts catch up with his actions and he breaks off the kiss, panting and flushed all down his chest, looking almost baffled at his behavior.]
Ah! Sorry, I -- I got carried away...
[He smoothes out the lapels beneath his clutches, then pushes at Crowley's jacket, gently but insistently.]
Perhaps we can save the bath for later? The water will keep.
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Carried away...
[ He echoes, blinking slowly until the world comes back into focus. ]
Yeah, no, don't apologize for that, love. Please continue to get carried away. If you've got a bed buried under all these books, I wouldn't object to being carried away there.
[ Prompted by the tug at his lapels, Crowley eagerly shrugs off the jacket, careful not to jostle the various bottles and jars any more than they already had. Aziraphale took such good care of his things, and Crowley is loathe to see any of his treasures damaged again. ]
Like you said, bath'll keep.
[ And even if it didn't, they could always just run a new one. ]
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Oh, well... if you insist.
[He takes Crowley's jacket with a gentlemanly flourish and hangs it on the back of the door with his cardigan, then turns and effortlessly scoops Crowley up into his arms, bridal style.]
I do have a bed, as it happens. Shall I take us there? Not a single book upon it, I swear.
[He'll make no promises about the multitude of stacks around it, however.]
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My dashing knight ~
[ He thinks back to Aziraphale's days at the round table - he had cut quite a gallant figure in shining armour. ]
Do take me to what I'm sure is a book-free bed. Onward!
[ The next string of kisses he presses to Aziraphale's face are much more tender, accompanied by the a series of sweet nothings about his lovely angel. ]
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I'd be a bit more dashing without my trousers undone...
[He'd argue the whole 'gallant' thing as well. The fur-lined cloak was very nice, but good luck getting him in a clanking suit of armor ever again.
But, it is terribly sweet that Crowley thinks so. And it definitely appeals to his romantic nature to carry his dear demon over the threshold of his bedroom. There is a bed, as promised, Victorian style with soft dove gray sheets and a plethora of pillows against the headboard. Aziraphale sets Crowley upon it, then shrugs out of his open shirt and waistcoat, folding them up and laying them on a dressing chair. (Well, on the books on the dressing chair.) Then he slips out of his trousers, revealing his plain briefs in their full glory, as well as the fact that he's wearing sock garters.]
Make yourself as comfortable as you like, darling.
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[ With one last nuzzle to Aziraphale's cheek before being set down, Crowley does indeed make himself very comfortable.
He flops back, settling into the mountain of cushions and wriggling around on the divinely soft sheets. The bed certainly meets with the connoisseur of sleep's approval; it's deliciously cozy and he constantly catches Aziraphale's scent in the cushions. He would go so far as to say as there is no other bed he'd rather be in again. ]
Y'know, this bed is rather nice. Have you tried your hand at sleeping?
[ He pops the top few buttons on his functionally useless waistcoat and miracles his trousers off into the ether since there would be no physically getting them off otherwise. This reveals his cherry red boxer briefs, which also have printed across the waistband in Aziraphale's distinct, neat scrawl;
Property of the Principality Aziraphale
Crowley grins, quite content to watch Aziraphale strip down to his skivvies, while leaving the angel's prior handiwork on full display.
The sock garters are a particularly nice touch. Aziraphale always did look like a Leyendecker ad; so prim, proper and utterly sensual. ]
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[The thought of using it for anything else, particularly with a certain red-haired demon in it, was far out of the realm of possibility until very recently, but reading alone simply wasn't as satisfying, so soon enough the bed became a place to store books like everything else in the flat.
He folds up his trousers and puts them with the rest of his clothes, then turns and finally takes in the sight of Crowley lying in his bed.]
Good Lord... couldn't wait, could you?
[Despite the eye roll, he's clearly pleased by what he sees. He sits down and traces a finger along the writing on Crowley's colorful boxer briefs. Yep, that's definitely his handwriting. He wishes that he could remember that evening better. Bold enough to sign Crowley's pants, but too shy to take it any farther.
He's not going to squander his second chance.
Carefully, he opens the rest of the buttons on Crowley's waistcoat, then slides a hand underneath Crowley's shirt.]
I suppose I should thank you, those trousers are damn near impossible to get off.
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You're very welcome. The only way those come off is with scissors or a miracle.
[ Crowley reaches up, hooks his hand around Aziraphale's head to coax him in for a kiss. ]
...And you know, we could now, if you like. Start using your bed for sleeping and reading and little midnight snacks. All sorts of things that would give the Archangel Fucking Gabriel an aneurysm.
[ His free hand slips under Aziraphales vest, hiking it up over the curve of his back and swell of his belly. ]
It's an excellent bed for getting into all kinds of mischief.
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Mmm, so long as you're in it with me, I'm open to just about anything.
[He shivers at Crowley's touch, then slips his hand out from under Crowley's shirt so that he can push it up as well, aching to see more of him.]
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Crowley surges forward to kiss Aziraphale, hungry and wanting, parting only briefly to pull his own shirt off and toss it into a stack of books where it would likely be consumed by ravenous literature of dubious repute.
One might think that Herself had spun Aziraphale from the gauziest muslin way Crowley's hands wander achingly tender over the angel's torso. Long fingers flutter and caress, pausing momentarily to tease a nipple to hardness or to stroke along the curve of his spine. It's a sharp contrast to the searing, open mouthed kisses that would make a lamprey blush. ]
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He lies down on the bed, on his side facing Crowley, enough space between then so that he can continue exploring that beautiful chest, tracing his fingers along ribs and sternum with the same grace that Crowley is touching him. He kisses back, trembling under Crowley's capable hands, and pulls back enough to whisper:]
Can I really have this? With you?
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Crowley is not one to shy away from questions. He has a million of them at any given moment, after all. But this one tugs at his heart. Even here, in the secluded safety and warmth of this bed, old fears and doubts still nipped at their heels.
Well, time to nip back. Right in the bud.
...Look, he's not the best with metaphors, even when he isn't pitching a tent in his knickers. ]
Nothing to stop us now, right?
[ He wrapped his arms around Aziraphale, stroking a reassuring path up and down his back as he peppered kisses along his brow. ]
So I'd say yeah, you can definitely have this. I'll always be yours, Aziraphale.
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An angel freely and openly loving a demon. His demon.]
I'll always be yours, too, Crowley. Always.
[He kisses the soft patch of skin there, entwining his legs with Crowley's, his sock garters rubbing against bare calves. When he pulls back, that sweet sunshine of a smile is back, and he laughs sheepishly.]
I have to admit, I... I feel a bit lost. Now that I finally have you, I don't know where to begin.
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Crowley had always been absolutely terrible at hiding his emotions, at least as far as Aziraphale was concerned. And tangled up with him now, with this hope for a future together, Crowley certainly didn't feel like bringing this emotional rollercoaster to halt, even if he wound up shedding a few soppy tears.
He kisses into Aziraphale's hair, along the crown of his head and over his brow. ]
Could keep just doing this. Love getting to kiss you. Don't think there's a single part of you I don't want to put my lips to, really.
[ He chuckles to try to disguise a happy sob. ]
That bit where you pinned me to the vanity was pretty damn good to. We should look into that more a bit later, yeah?
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Kissing is an excellent place to start... not that I don't want you in all sorts of ways...
[He peeks at Crowley, blushing and grinning a little despite himself.]
Did you, now? Well, I... [His blush grows, but he perseveres.] I can't say I minded the reverse much, either...
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[ His memory catches up to his mouth and it promptly clicks shut as he remembers. He'd been so stressed at the time, and handing the humans real guns had done very little to blow off steam. And then, Aziraphale had called him nice of all things, and they only had days left, and some part of Crowley had snapped and he was ready to finally just pin Aziraphale up against the wall and finally kiss him senseless after explaining that he wasn't 'nice'.
He hadn't got to the kissing part. Which, in hindsight, seems regrettable now.
A wave of something else rolls over the demon, and perhaps it's the lingering tears or a glint of mischief, but something gleams in his eye and rolls over, pinning Aziraphale under him with a grin. ]
You liked that hm? You know how close I came to kissing you, telling you everything right then and there? Thought I was about to ruin everything, but apparently...
[ He presses a hungry kiss to Aziraphale's mouth. ]
...Apparently that wasn't the case.
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It's only as he's being pinned into the cushy mattress with a wickedly grinning Crowley that he's starting to think otherwise.
He returns the kiss eagerly, relaxing into this new and very much wanted state of being, having Crowley lie atop him with very few clothes in between.]
I was wondering where you were intending to go with your tirade about not being nice. [A glint appears in his own eyes and he adds:] Of course, if you truly had me pinned, I wouldn't be able to do this.
[His hands slide down to Crowley's rear and squeeze playfully.]
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Instead, Crowley makes a sound deep in his throat, both arching his back and trying his damnedest to push whatever passes for a rear on him right into Aziraphale's hands.
It's a conversation for another day. Right now, Crowley wants to show Aziraphale how much he loves him. ]
...Been wanting to do that a while, eh?
[ Crowley's attempt at smooth composure is rather ruined by how breathless he sounds. ]
Bet there's loads you've been wanting, yeah? ...Well, we can now. Anything. Every single thing.
[ Panting, he grinds their erections together once again. It had felt wonderful standing, but now, in this position, it felt beyond marvelous. ]
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[And whatever he had allowed himself to imagine, it pales in comparison to the real thing.. Whatever passes for Crowley's rear, Aziraphale loves the feel of it, the way Crowley groans and pushes it back into his hands. He gives it another squeeze, because he can, and smiles at Crowley's breathless response.
Then Crowley grinds against him, and all his thoughts leave him in a rush of ecstatic sparks. He groans and grinds back instinctively, his corporation knowing what to do even if his mind is caught up in a state of relentless bliss.]
Oh! Oh, my -- my dear b-boy --
[He pushes a bit with his hands, not so much to cop another feel as to slow things down a notch, enough to get used to the sensation and savor it properly.]
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Y-yeah - m'feeling it too.
[ Crowley forces himself to relax the pace, but his hips still rock involuntarily up against Aziraphale's. ]
...How can just this feel so good?
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It's -- oh -- it's because it's you --
[That's the only conclusion he can come to. He's kissed humans in the past, on occasion, and it was barely a spark of what it's like kissing Crowley. And speaking of kissing, he seeks out Crowley's lips with his own, hands wandering up and down his back restlessly, as if trying to disperse that white-hot energy between them.]
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It's incredible that I can do this with you - that we can have this.
[ As if to emphasize his point, he runs his hands down Aziraphale's torso and cups his soft chest, rubbing his thumbs over his nipples. ]
It's you as well - no one else could ever feel this right.
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At a loss for words, he slides a hand into Crowley's hair and tugs him down for another kiss. He lingers on this one, chasing the pleasure it brings.]
I'm all yours, dearest. However you want me.
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