[ Crowley feels a jolt go through his spine, straight to his cock.
Aziraphale exploring that lovely corporation of his...? Those perfect manicured hands running over soft skin, falling between gently parted legs as he slowly works himself into a climax -
Crowley has a sort of glazed look, as he stares up at Aziraphale, slack jawed and a drop of saliva pooling at the corner of his mouth.
When he finally finds himself capable of speech, his voice is high and hoarse. ]
...Yeah. Sounds great.
[ Crowley buries his flushed face right back where it had just been. ]
Satan's sake, Aziraphale, you sure you haven't done this before? Because you're awfully ....sexy for an ingenue angel.
[Oh, it's that thing Crowley does sometimes, where his mind goes somewhere else for a while. Aziraphale smiles, knowing very well what he's done, and fondly wipes away that bit of drool with the pad of his thumb.]
Lovely.
[He runs his fingers through Crowley's hair when the demon hides his face again and hums happily, quite pleased with himself.]
I'm only putting into practice what I've learned so far, darling. Glad to hear that it's paying off.
You always were a quick learner. Should've known you'd have taken to this like a duck to... whatever it is ducks take to.
[ He smiles, warm and soft as he goes back to tracing idle patterns on Aziraphale's bare skin with his knuckles, warm, comfortable and secure in spooning with the angel. ]
M'glad too. That your first time was something special. Knowing my luck sometimes, I'd've cocked it up and scared you off sex forever.
[No need for Crowley to suddenly shout out 'water' at some randomly inappropriate moment later. He sighs softly, lulled by the way Crowley traces over his skin, his own fingers playing with the strands of crimson hair between them.]
It was very special, my love, precisely because it was you. I can't imagine you lousing it up in any way.
[ His mind briefly wanders to the bath they didn't take, but he suspects they'll have plenty of time for that whenever they feel compelled to get up from the warmth and comfort of each other's arms. ]
And I don't know. I've got a talent for mucking things up. Could've done something embarrassing like go all snake-y or launch your underthings out the window or accidentally summon a mariachi band.
[ Crowley jokes about increasingly preposterous scenarios, head leaning into the hand playing with his hair. His teasing tone softens though, his hand coming to rest briefly over Aziraphale's heart. ]
It was special for me too, because it was you. It's always been you, even when I didn't realize it, or didn't understand.
[Good luck getting Aziraphale out of bed any time soon. When he does, it will be because he's feeling peckish. Besides, the bathtub isn't going anywhere.]
None of those would have scared me off, darling, although I admit the mariachi band would have been a mood killer.
[His tone is as light as Crowley's, although he's moved by the words that follow, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. The depth of Crowley's love continually surprises him -- not because of Heaven's propaganda that demons can't love, but the fact Crowley thinks Aziraphale is worth so much of it. He takes the hand resting over his heart and brings it to his mouth for a fervent kiss.]
I love you, Crowley. I'll never stop showing you, I promise.
[ Despite his smile, Crowley isn't unaffected by the beginnings of tears as his own eyes grow a little watery in sympathy. They've waited so long for something so simple; to speak their feelings plainly and just be together, left alone to their own devices.
Aziraphale's kisses elicit a soft, content sound from the demon as he presses his own to Aziraphale's brow. ]
We can have this. We're free now, and they can't take it from us anymore.
[Aziraphale shuts his eyes and steadies his breathing. Having such freedom is both exhilarating and terrifying for a free range angel, but with Crowley by his side, he feels like he can manage. He lets go of Crowley's hand, but only so he can wrap his arms around Crowley and hold him possessively. In the ethereal plane, his wings follow the same motion.]
They'll have to go through me first, darling.
[That settled, he opens his eyes and looks at Crowley with a much lighter expression. He lets his fingers wander down the demon's side, winding back their line of conversation like a a spool of thread.]
So... is it safe to assume that you've learned how to pleasure yourself?
[ Crowley feels like he shouldn't be surprised at the possessive way Aziraphale holds him - after all, if the angel had been wanting this even a fraction as long as Crowley has, some clinginess is to be expected. But it does surprise him, and he loves it, his serpentine instincts kicking into overdrive so that every gangling limb is now securely wrapped around Aziraphale. ]
Go through both of us, I reckon. If they can rally the courage to even come near us now - I don't think they know what to make of, well, everything.
[ For most angels and demons, 6000 years of adherence to doctrine makes uncertainty about anything a terrifying prospect. And Aziraphale and Crowley had just made a lot of what had been considered absolutes now very shaky territory.
Crowley is grinning with pride and satisfaction about it, nuzzling affectionately into Aziraphale's cheek as, on another plane, their wings are as tangled together as the rest of them.
When Aziraphale not-so-subtly inquires about his masturbation habits, Crowley gives a loud and delighted 'ha!' ]
Curious about how I'd have a good wank, hmm?
[ His nuzzling goes from affectionate to sensual as he murmurs his reply into Aziraphale's ear, fingers dancing teasingly over the angel's perfect plush buttocks. ]
Never just shoved my hand down my trousers, oh no. Just rubbing one out always left me feeling kind of sad and empty. If I'm indulging, s'always after a nice meal, make a big production of it. Flower petals, candles, run a hot bath, put on some music - got to have an ambiance before I get down to imagining all the truly wicked things I've love to do with you.
[ Even the fantasy of Aziraphale requires Crowley's usual flare for the dramatic. ]
[Aziraphale has been waiting, longer than he even knew what he was waiting for, and not just to be with Crowley, but for Crowley to be safe from Hell's malicious retribution. This is about as safe as they'll ever get, but he'll take it. He gives Crowley a good squeeze, as close as they can be.]
An angel who can breathe Hellfire and a demon immune to holy water who are very much in love with one another. No, they wouldn't dare.
[Crowley's laugh and salacious reply has Aziraphale turning a rosy shade of red, but he refuses to be any more embarrassed than that. He's curious, and Crowley's description satisfies that curiosity quite nicely. His corporation reacts without him having to think twice about it, his rear pressing back unconsciously into those dancing fingers.]
Sounds very romantic... I don't suppose I could get a demonstration some time? It's the best way to learn, you know.
[ Oh, Crowley loves the idea of that, if the way his face lights up is anything to go by. He's always been a performative creature, and he especially loves performing for Aziraphale.
He drags the tips of his fingers over Aziraphale's thigh, idly contemplating plans for setting the scene. He's going to need a lot of velvet... ]
[The way Aziraphale's breath catches and his hips wiggle of their own accord is likely answer enough. He doesn't bother to be coy, although there is a slight hesitation before he replies, followed by a kiss on the crown of Crowley's hair.]
So long as you want to, my dear. I'd very much like to watch you. What did you like to think about, while you pleasured yourself? Perhaps I can inspire you while you're in the act?
'Course I want to. Just thinking about getting to see you lay hands on yourself -
[ A delighted shiver runs the expanse of Crowley's spine. He can feel the constant simmer of lust and love in his chest, an ever-present affection for the angel in his arms. The wiggling and the kiss only endear him more to Crowley, however impossible that may seem.
His devious grin softens a bit as he strokes a few stray curls from Aziraphale's forehead, thinking back to everything that inspired Crowley to spend a long evening in, enjoying some alone time with him, his hand, and the occasional piece of sexual paraphernalia. It usually didn't take much, as far as Aziraphale was concerned. Him chained up and pretty in the Bastille could have easily continued to fuel another few centuries of wild fantasies of Crowley running to his rescue with his arms full of a very grateful angel in varying states of dishevelment and undress. Hell, there had been a time where Aziraphale had just been puttering around his shop with his sleeves rolled to the elbow which had nearly given Crowley the vapors. ]
Believe me, angel, you have always been a veritable font of inspiration. Got a whole bloody list.
[ He goes in to capture Aziraphale's lips in a languid kiss, letting his tongue dip between his lover's teeth to tease before pulling away. ]
I don't want to overwhelm you though - how about we start simple, hmm?
[It is such a strange sort of thrill, to be the ardent object of Crowley's masturbatory fantasies, that Aziraphale almost looks abashed, ducking his gaze and biting back a smile. Good thing he's finding out about this now, after they've made love, or he would have been ridiculously self-conscious. He still is, a bit, but Crowley's kiss melts away any trepidation, leaving him in a pleasant daze.]
...simple? What do you suggest?
[It honestly seems a bit superfluous, to touch himself when he has a ready and willing Crowley to do it for him, but he likes the idea of adding to Crowley's 'list'.]
[ Crowley ponders for a moment, trailing idle kisses along Aziraphale's cheek and temple. His hands are doing something soft and gentle somewhere in the vicinity of Aziraphale's chest, tracing the dips and swells of his anatomy. ]
Well, to start, maybe just get into the habit of imagining what might feel good, yeah? Something you're curious about that you might've read in one of your books, maybe?
[ Because he knows Aziraphale has quite a few romances; Crowley has spent many a long evening perusing them while Aziraphale did his taxes, dutifully skipping to the saucier bits.
And some of them could get very saucy. Ah, literature.
Crowley gives a low chuckle. ]
Though maybe not House of Holes. Little early in our relationship for anyone to go turning into a dick tree.
Mmm, I'm not sure I need to imagine... not with you touching me like that...
[Even just this soft caress to his chest is enough to set his thoughts afire, although Crowley does have a good point about getting ideas from his books. No need to reinvent the wheel when humans have been doing this for thousands of years...
His amorous train of thought promptly gets derailed by Crowley mentioning that blasted book again. Sometimes humans were a little too creative for their own good.]
I think one apiece is sufficient for now, thank you.
[He gives Crowley a droll look, followed by another kiss, as slow and thorough as the one before.]
I'll think of you, dear. Of your mouth on me, or you inside me. Or all the times I wanted to kiss you, but didn't dare. The times I wanted you, right here, just like this.
Aziraphale really is a marvel, and Crowley can't quite wrap his head around how well-suited they are to each other. A pair of outcasts, a couple of hopeless romantics, thrown together by unusual circumstances.
He stays awestruck like that for a long moment, and then, so overcome with emotion that his usual wit fails to supply him with any quips, he pulls Aziraphale into a tight embrace and a deep, hungry kiss.
Only when he briefly pulls away can he find words again. ]
Never have to worry about that last bit again. We can kiss, any time you like.
[Imagine that, an attempt at talking dirty can bring about such a look of adoration. Aziraphale should really try doing it more often.
The kiss stirs up both his love and his desire, and by the time Crowley pulls away, he's quite dizzy with both. He gives him a beatific smile, a hand winding into his russet hair.]
Then there's no point in looking through a book, darling. I have everything I need right here.
[He rests his other hand on his own abdomen, tapping his fingers there absently.]
So, what do you think? Should I give pleasuring myself a go? Or do I need that demonstration first?
[ Crowley gives a cheeky grin as he feels the rush of lust through Aziraphale, and his hand wanders to stroke little patterns along his hip and thigh, before coming to rest on the hand over Aziraphale's abdomen. Just a little temptation as Crowley repositions himself to kiss a trail up and down the angel's neck. ]
I think. I think. If it's something that you'd be interested in trying, I am, as they say, here for it.
[ Sucking a slow, tender kiss into the soft dip of Aziraphale's shoulder, Crowley finally leans back, propping himself up on his elbow so he can study Aziraphale - a pastime he's never tired of in all of 6000 years, and now he doesn't even have to hide his adoration behind a pair of shades. ]
I don't think there's any order we have to do things in, 'specially if you're raring to go.
[Aziraphale considers the question. Is he raring to go? Crowley's kisses and wandering touch have certainly helped, as does the fact that Crowley is, as he said, here for it. Quite literally, lying next to him, wearing nothing but an encouraging smile.]
Well... all right. Feel free to join in whenever you like.
[He slides his hand out from under Crowley's and tentatively grasps his own Effort, which is already fully erect. It's pleasant -- not quite the same jolt of arousal as when Crowley touched him, but he can see the appeal. He slides his hand up and down, a look of concentration on his face as he experiments with the pressure of his grip.]
Oh... that's rather nice. It's better when it's you, but...
[He swipes the tip with his thumb and gasps softly, not expecting it to be so sensitive to his own touch.]
[ Crowley has that dazed sort of look again as his eyes rake over Aziraphale, love and desire roiling inside of him. Taking Aziraphales free hand, he presses kisses into his palm, his lips trailing up the pads of the angel's soft fingers. ]
I know I sound like a broken record, but you really are a marvel.
[ Crowley snaps his fingers and the lights dim, replaced by the soft orange glow of scented candles hovering around the bed. And they are quite buried in satin-soft rose petals.
Crowley coughs out a few and frowns. He waves away the flowery heap until to a more sufficiently romantic amount. ]
Might've gone a bit overboard there - sorry about that.
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
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Aziraphale exploring that lovely corporation of his...? Those perfect manicured hands running over soft skin, falling between gently parted legs as he slowly works himself into a climax -
Crowley has a sort of glazed look, as he stares up at Aziraphale, slack jawed and a drop of saliva pooling at the corner of his mouth.
When he finally finds himself capable of speech, his voice is high and hoarse. ]
...Yeah. Sounds great.
[ Crowley buries his flushed face right back where it had just been. ]
Satan's sake, Aziraphale, you sure you haven't done this before? Because you're awfully ....sexy for an ingenue angel.
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Lovely.
[He runs his fingers through Crowley's hair when the demon hides his face again and hums happily, quite pleased with himself.]
I'm only putting into practice what I've learned so far, darling. Glad to hear that it's paying off.
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[ He smiles, warm and soft as he goes back to tracing idle patterns on Aziraphale's bare skin with his knuckles, warm, comfortable and secure in spooning with the angel. ]
M'glad too. That your first time was something special. Knowing my luck sometimes, I'd've cocked it up and scared you off sex forever.
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[No need for Crowley to suddenly shout out 'water' at some randomly inappropriate moment later. He sighs softly, lulled by the way Crowley traces over his skin, his own fingers playing with the strands of crimson hair between them.]
It was very special, my love, precisely because it was you. I can't imagine you lousing it up in any way.
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[ His mind briefly wanders to the bath they didn't take, but he suspects they'll have plenty of time for that whenever they feel compelled to get up from the warmth and comfort of each other's arms. ]
And I don't know. I've got a talent for mucking things up. Could've done something embarrassing like go all snake-y or launch your underthings out the window or accidentally summon a mariachi band.
[ Crowley jokes about increasingly preposterous scenarios, head leaning into the hand playing with his hair. His teasing tone softens though, his hand coming to rest briefly over Aziraphale's heart. ]
It was special for me too, because it was you. It's always been you, even when I didn't realize it, or didn't understand.
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None of those would have scared me off, darling, although I admit the mariachi band would have been a mood killer.
[His tone is as light as Crowley's, although he's moved by the words that follow, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. The depth of Crowley's love continually surprises him -- not because of Heaven's propaganda that demons can't love, but the fact Crowley thinks Aziraphale is worth so much of it. He takes the hand resting over his heart and brings it to his mouth for a fervent kiss.]
I love you, Crowley. I'll never stop showing you, I promise.
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[ Despite his smile, Crowley isn't unaffected by the beginnings of tears as his own eyes grow a little watery in sympathy. They've waited so long for something so simple; to speak their feelings plainly and just be together, left alone to their own devices.
Aziraphale's kisses elicit a soft, content sound from the demon as he presses his own to Aziraphale's brow. ]
We can have this. We're free now, and they can't take it from us anymore.
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They'll have to go through me first, darling.
[That settled, he opens his eyes and looks at Crowley with a much lighter expression. He lets his fingers wander down the demon's side, winding back their line of conversation like a a spool of thread.]
So... is it safe to assume that you've learned how to pleasure yourself?
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Go through both of us, I reckon. If they can rally the courage to even come near us now - I don't think they know what to make of, well, everything.
[ For most angels and demons, 6000 years of adherence to doctrine makes uncertainty about anything a terrifying prospect. And Aziraphale and Crowley had just made a lot of what had been considered absolutes now very shaky territory.
Crowley is grinning with pride and satisfaction about it, nuzzling affectionately into Aziraphale's cheek as, on another plane, their wings are as tangled together as the rest of them.
When Aziraphale not-so-subtly inquires about his masturbation habits, Crowley gives a loud and delighted 'ha!' ]
Curious about how I'd have a good wank, hmm?
[ His nuzzling goes from affectionate to sensual as he murmurs his reply into Aziraphale's ear, fingers dancing teasingly over the angel's perfect plush buttocks. ]
Never just shoved my hand down my trousers, oh no. Just rubbing one out always left me feeling kind of sad and empty. If I'm indulging, s'always after a nice meal, make a big production of it. Flower petals, candles, run a hot bath, put on some music - got to have an ambiance before I get down to imagining all the truly wicked things I've love to do with you.
[ Even the fantasy of Aziraphale requires Crowley's usual flare for the dramatic. ]
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An angel who can breathe Hellfire and a demon immune to holy water who are very much in love with one another. No, they wouldn't dare.
[Crowley's laugh and salacious reply has Aziraphale turning a rosy shade of red, but he refuses to be any more embarrassed than that. He's curious, and Crowley's description satisfies that curiosity quite nicely. His corporation reacts without him having to think twice about it, his rear pressing back unconsciously into those dancing fingers.]
Sounds very romantic... I don't suppose I could get a demonstration some time? It's the best way to learn, you know.
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[ Oh, Crowley loves the idea of that, if the way his face lights up is anything to go by. He's always been a performative creature, and he especially loves performing for Aziraphale.
He drags the tips of his fingers over Aziraphale's thigh, idly contemplating plans for setting the scene. He's going to need a lot of velvet... ]
...For educational purposes, of course.
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So long as you want to, my dear. I'd very much like to watch you. What did you like to think about, while you pleasured yourself? Perhaps I can inspire you while you're in the act?
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[ A delighted shiver runs the expanse of Crowley's spine. He can feel the constant simmer of lust and love in his chest, an ever-present affection for the angel in his arms. The wiggling and the kiss only endear him more to Crowley, however impossible that may seem.
His devious grin softens a bit as he strokes a few stray curls from Aziraphale's forehead, thinking back to everything that inspired Crowley to spend a long evening in, enjoying some alone time with him, his hand, and the occasional piece of sexual paraphernalia. It usually didn't take much, as far as Aziraphale was concerned. Him chained up and pretty in the Bastille could have easily continued to fuel another few centuries of wild fantasies of Crowley running to his rescue with his arms full of a very grateful angel in varying states of dishevelment and undress. Hell, there had been a time where Aziraphale had just been puttering around his shop with his sleeves rolled to the elbow which had nearly given Crowley the vapors. ]
Believe me, angel, you have always been a veritable font of inspiration. Got a whole bloody list.
[ He goes in to capture Aziraphale's lips in a languid kiss, letting his tongue dip between his lover's teeth to tease before pulling away. ]
I don't want to overwhelm you though - how about we start simple, hmm?
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...simple? What do you suggest?
[It honestly seems a bit superfluous, to touch himself when he has a ready and willing Crowley to do it for him, but he likes the idea of adding to Crowley's 'list'.]
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Well, to start, maybe just get into the habit of imagining what might feel good, yeah? Something you're curious about that you might've read in one of your books, maybe?
[ Because he knows Aziraphale has quite a few romances; Crowley has spent many a long evening perusing them while Aziraphale did his taxes, dutifully skipping to the saucier bits.
And some of them could get very saucy. Ah, literature.
Crowley gives a low chuckle. ]
Though maybe not House of Holes. Little early in our relationship for anyone to go turning into a dick tree.
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[Even just this soft caress to his chest is enough to set his thoughts afire, although Crowley does have a good point about getting ideas from his books. No need to reinvent the wheel when humans have been doing this for thousands of years...
His amorous train of thought promptly gets derailed by Crowley mentioning that blasted book again. Sometimes humans were a little too creative for their own good.]
I think one apiece is sufficient for now, thank you.
[He gives Crowley a droll look, followed by another kiss, as slow and thorough as the one before.]
I'll think of you, dear. Of your mouth on me, or you inside me. Or all the times I wanted to kiss you, but didn't dare. The times I wanted you, right here, just like this.
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Aziraphale really is a marvel, and Crowley can't quite wrap his head around how well-suited they are to each other. A pair of outcasts, a couple of hopeless romantics, thrown together by unusual circumstances.
He stays awestruck like that for a long moment, and then, so overcome with emotion that his usual wit fails to supply him with any quips, he pulls Aziraphale into a tight embrace and a deep, hungry kiss.
Only when he briefly pulls away can he find words again. ]
Never have to worry about that last bit again. We can kiss, any time you like.
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The kiss stirs up both his love and his desire, and by the time Crowley pulls away, he's quite dizzy with both. He gives him a beatific smile, a hand winding into his russet hair.]
Then there's no point in looking through a book, darling. I have everything I need right here.
[He rests his other hand on his own abdomen, tapping his fingers there absently.]
So, what do you think? Should I give pleasuring myself a go? Or do I need that demonstration first?
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I think. I think. If it's something that you'd be interested in trying, I am, as they say, here for it.
[ Sucking a slow, tender kiss into the soft dip of Aziraphale's shoulder, Crowley finally leans back, propping himself up on his elbow so he can study Aziraphale - a pastime he's never tired of in all of 6000 years, and now he doesn't even have to hide his adoration behind a pair of shades. ]
I don't think there's any order we have to do things in, 'specially if you're raring to go.
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Well... all right. Feel free to join in whenever you like.
[He slides his hand out from under Crowley's and tentatively grasps his own Effort, which is already fully erect. It's pleasant -- not quite the same jolt of arousal as when Crowley touched him, but he can see the appeal. He slides his hand up and down, a look of concentration on his face as he experiments with the pressure of his grip.]
Oh... that's rather nice. It's better when it's you, but...
[He swipes the tip with his thumb and gasps softly, not expecting it to be so sensitive to his own touch.]
How remarkable...
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[ Crowley has that dazed sort of look again as his eyes rake over Aziraphale, love and desire roiling inside of him. Taking Aziraphales free hand, he presses kisses into his palm, his lips trailing up the pads of the angel's soft fingers. ]
I know I sound like a broken record, but you really are a marvel.
[ Crowley snaps his fingers and the lights dim, replaced by the soft orange glow of scented candles hovering around the bed. And they are quite buried in satin-soft rose petals.
Crowley coughs out a few and frowns. He waves away the flowery heap until to a more sufficiently romantic amount. ]
Might've gone a bit overboard there - sorry about that.
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]