[Aziraphale hums softly in acknowledgement, as if Crowley had made a coherent argument instead of a series of unintelligible noises, and presses a soft kiss to the tip of his cock.]
Oh, I intend to. As well as spoil you senseless. You deserve it.
[And, then, finally, he takes Crowley into his mouth. It's all entirely new to him, but between what he's read and otherwise gleaned from the humans around him, he's hopeful that he can live up to his words. The hand in his hair is a comforting weight, and with a surprising amount of grace, he bobs his head up and down, the flat of his tongue running along the underside of Crowley's cock, a hand wrapped around the base for added stimulation.]
[ He hopes that Aziraphale doesn't expect him to last. He truly does, because he already feels wrung out and hung to dry. His other hand joins its counterpart in Aziraphale's hair, cradling his head while he utters encouragements that grow increasingly nonsensical.
The combination of Aziraphale's hand and the heat of his mouth has Crowley reeling and every muscle feels tight, and his body feels too small around him, like a sweater that just shrunk in the wash.
He'd been cracked open once before, torn apart and cast away. This feels similar and yet somehow the very opposite. Aziraphale has gathered him up, taken him apart slowly and methodically, and replacing what was lost with something new and wonderful.
He chokes out a warning, though it's probably too late; his thighs shake as his back arches, and his orgasm rips through him so suddenly that his vision whites out.
He comes to shortly afterwards, feeling like a bowl of gelatin, and swearing intermittently between emphatic declarations of love and devotion, pawing feebly at Aziraphale's head to coax him back into the demons arms. ]
[Aziraphale has no expectations, merely enjoying the feel of Crowley in his mouth, the taste and smell of him, and of course, those lovely and encouraging words. He looks up periodically, making sure that Crowley is enjoying himself, wanting to please him, to give him that love and tenderness that he had been cruelly denied for too long.
Gliding his free hand underneath Crowley's buttock, he holds him securely and increases his pace once he finds a comfortable rhythm. Crowley's orgasm surprises him, but he's quick to recover, swallowing hurriedly enough that he manages only to spill a little. He's quick to lap up what he's missed, caught up in the moment of Crowley's beautiful release.
My dear, you are exquisite.
The pawing at his head makes him giggle and he places a quick kiss on Crowley's stomach before crawling up to face him once more, wrapping him up in a proper embrace.]
[ Crowley winds his arms around Aziraphale, greedy for his warmth and scent and to kiss him senseless.
Or perhaps it's Crowley who is senseless at the moment? All his wits seem to have fled in the face of pure, unbridled instinct when he tastes himself on Aziraphale's lips. He murmurs against Aziraphale's lips and chin something that could either be 'lovely angel' or 'love you, angel'. Possibly both. He wouldn't be able to pinpoint when it had happened, but Crowley's cheeks are far from dry.
Eventually, reason trickles back into his brain and he nuzzles against Aziraphale's cheek. ]
[He murmurs it in return, in between the kisses that they share, strong hands running comforting lines down the demon's back. Tasting the salt-water on his cheeks, he places soft, affectionate kisses wherever he can, warm and reassuring.
Crowley's words take him a bit by surprise. He pulls back just enough to look at him in surprise.]
Really? I... [His gaze drops, a demure smile playing on his lips.] I was hoping that what little I knew would be enough.
[ There is a brief flash of surprise on his face, but Crowley's expression quickly softens. He would have never, in all his life, guessed that Aziraphale was lacking in experience. ]
Wouldn't lie to you. Proof is in the pudding, right? Which you lapped right up, need I remind you.
[ Perhaps it was just the fact that it was Aziraphale that had shook Crowley into pieces - but that couldn't have been all of it. He may not have the broadest of experiences himself with getting his cock sucked, but one of those did include an incubus. Perhaps Aziraphale just had some hitherto unknown talent. ]
[Aziraphale doesn't miss that look of surprise, although he's not sure if it's worth explaining himself. There's the tired old excuse of being an angel, which has never stopped him from enjoying life's other pleasures. There's the fear of Gabriel catching him with his pants down, both literally and metaphorically, but he's done riskier things than make love to a human.
...which is the crux of it, really. As much as he loves humanity and has loved various individual humans over the millennia, it has always been platonic. Human lives are so short and fragile. He's never entirely forgotten his first assignment, to guard Eden and protect the two innocent lives living within its walls.
These thoughts are cut short by Crowley's pudding comment. He gasps out a shocked laugh, then stifles the rest with pursed lips and roll of his eyes.]
Don't be crass, Crowley.
[Considering how they're tangled up together, naked and least a little sticky, the reprimand carries no weight. He noses Crowley's throat and runs a hand along his chest before finally voicing aloud his earlier speculation.]
I've experimented a little, over the years, but nothing close to that. I thought once it was because of my angelic nature, but... it's because they weren't you. It's only ever been you.
[ Crowley dissolves into silent mirth at the look Aziraphale gives him, and promptly gathers him close to look for some part of his lovely head where he hasn't been giving the kisses it's due. ]
Yeah.
[ He agrees, kissing around Aziraphale's ear. ]
I messed about with other demons a bit. It was alright, but - I don't know. Always left me more frustrated. Met you that time in Rome and just lost all interest in anyone else from that point on. Only ever had eyes for you, I reckon. Just took me a bit to work it out.
[Aziraphale squirms quite happily from the kisses and the knowledge that he's the best Crowley's ever had. It's when Crowley brings up Rome that he settles, tilting his head up so that he can look up at the demon in soft wonder.]
Oh... is that so? You know, when I sensed you there in that little tavern, I was quite excited to see you. I'd never had on opportunity before to socialize with you without some sort of momentous event occurring around us. I'm so glad I worked up the nerve to come over and say hello. You never stopped seeking me out after that, did you?
[ Aziraphale's squirming gets another lazy chuckle from him. It must be this whole lowercase-l love business - even the littlest of things makes his heart flutter around in his chest. His actual heart too. The very core of him that had taken long centuries to piece back together. ]
I'm glad you did too. Figured out a lot things that day. And not just that you can somehow make eating oysters of all things alluring and sexy.
It's not that difficult, they are considered an aphrodisiac, you know.
[He speaks matter-of-factly, only realizing a moment too late what he's implying. He blushes and bites his lip, eyebrows tilted up sheepishly.]
Oh, dear... that's not entirely what I meant at the time...
[Let me tempt you. His own words come back to haunt him and he hides his face in Crowley's neck. Not that terrible a place to hide, all things considered, and he can't help but kiss him while he's there. A hand drifts down to Crowley's hip and he gives it a good squeeze.]
No wonder you always asked me to meals, if that's how you feel.
[ Crowley's brow is rising higher and higher until it's almost certain to reach his hairline. Finally, Aziraphale has his face buried in his neck as their first dinner-date takes on a whole new context. ]
You sure it wasn't a seduction play? The way you sipped on those mollusks -
[ He lets loose a wolf whistle, grinning. ]
- let you have mine 'coz I was sitting on my hands the whole time.
[ And because Crowley learned that day that oysters really weren't for him. ]
[Aziraphale makes a disgruntled sound of protest and hides his face more thoroughly in Crowley's neck.]
That's how they're supposed to be eaten...
[That admission, though, that Crowley wanted him and only him following that night in Rome, is still rolling around in his mind. He peeks up at Crowley, his eyes bright and a small smile playing about his lips.]
You're not sitting on your hands now, are you darling?
[Aziraphale makes a sound somewhere between a squeak and a squawk, but the look on his face is quite pleased. He scoots closer, lying more on top of Crowley than beside him, eyebrows raised in an encouraging expression.]
Good, because I can think of a number of things that I'd like those hands to do. And none of them involve eating oysters.
[He leans in for a long, languid kiss, pressing himself against Crowley's thigh. Thoughts of Crowley longing for him across the dinner table have him very interested in another go-round.]
Oh? Going to enlighten me? Or should I just sort of, work it out on my own?
[ Crowley is more than delighted to run his hands up Aziraphale's sides, and quite ready for round number two when he feels him pressing so sweetly against his leg. He rolls his thigh, just to give him a bit more friction.
The first time had been so frantic, so desperate, so needing, to take the edge off of century's long tension. The edge was, indeed dulled a bit now, and Crowley could focus more on pleasing Aziraphale - in more ways than just the obvious.
Crowley's hands came to rest on Aziraphale's chest. He'd seemed to like having his nipples toyed with earlier - perhaps he'd like them teased without mercy, to the very brink of arousal?
Or perhaps have every sensitive patch of skin kissed to senselessness?
So many options to start with, it's rather dizzying. ]
[Aziraphale's breath catches at the way Crowley moves beneath him, his cock growing all the harder for it. He's more relaxed now, certainly, but all the more aroused by the way Crowley touches him, the very anticipation of each brush of those fingers against sensitive skin.]
Oh, I... I think you already have a good sense of what I might like...
[He braces his weight on one forearm, his free hand tracing a line along Crowley's jaw, leaving obvious space between them.]
Putting your hands on my chest is a very good start.
[ He rests his palm over Aziraphale's heart, just briefly, so that he can feel its soft drumming.
He fans out his fingers and palms at Aziraphale's pectorals and then grazes over his nipples. He's slow, at least at first, thumbing them to firmness before he holds them pinched between his thumb and forefinger, lightly tugging and teasing.
Crowley leans up and presses several kisses along Aziraphale's chin and jaw. ]
[Aziraphale blushes, his steady heartbeat picking up its pace. Will he ever get used to Crowley complimenting his corporation? Unlikely, but it's wonderful to hear.]
It's warm because of you, dear.
[Ever increasingly warm, especially when Crowley begins teasing his nipples in earnest. They are indeed sensitive, made more so because Crowley seems to know exactly how to touch them. He shivers and whines, muscles shifting to keep himself raised up, his free hand sliding into Crowley's hair while he's kissed. The term of endearment earns another shiver, all on its own, as he looks down at Crowley with unbridled adoration.]
Oh, yes... such an ingenious -- ah! -- use of your hands...
[ Crowley let's out a needy sound when Aziraphale gets his fingers in his hair. He's sure they'll explore that in greater depth some time in the future.
When he's satisfied that Aziraphale's nipples have been fondled to pert, pebble-hard attention, his hands wander down to his hips, and then to cup those plush cheeks, squeezing and pushing down, encouraging Aziraphale to take his pleasure grinding against Crowley's thigh. ]
Now you've done it, angel. Not ever going to have enough of you after this.
[ He nips playfully at his throat before leaning in for a long, slow, deep kiss. ]
[At the very least, Aziraphale's subconscious mind has cottoned on to the fact that Crowley likes having his hair touched. Consciously, he's too much of a flushed, flustered mess to think about it, leaking pre-come, whimpering out heaps of praise for those clever, nimble fingers. It's almost a relief when Crowley pushes him down, finally able to give into that contact and rub shamelessly against Crowley's thigh.]
H-how do you know that wasn't my plan to begin with?
[He smiles, pleased he was able to string those words together, but the victory is short-lived when Crowley kisses him so slowly, so deeply that he can't think of anything else. He rolls his hips, both hands burying themselves in Crowley's hair, lost in the pleasure of that kiss.]
[ Crowley's own hips twitched - it was odd that even a brush of Aziraphale's soft thigh to his own erection could elicit such a wild shock to his body. His fingers dig into his cheeks, kneading them and spreading them open. ]
Then you put every temptation I've ever done to bloody shame. Downright seductive, you are.
[ With one hand holding him open, Crowley strokes a finger around the rim of Aziraphale's entrance. His touch there is gentle, feather light, and his eyes are on Aziraphale's face looking for any sign of discomfort. ]
[That gasp does not go unnoticed. The next time Aziraphale rolls his hips, he makes damn well sure that Crowley's erection is pressed against in the process.]
Only -- oh -- only because -- because of the thing. The thing during the Cold War with the bombs.
[He knows that doesn't make any sense, but he has a demon distracting him most thoroughly. It comes to him in the next breath.]
Arms race. You -- you're -- I have to keep up with you, you fiend -- oh, Crowley, what you're doing to me --
[All good things, of course. All good things that are more than welcome. There is no discomfort on his face when Crowley touches his entrance, only a soft smile of anticipation.]
Oh, goodness. Do you intend to...? That is, oh... dearest, please. Please do.
[ It's like every nerve in Crowley's human corporation lit up like a Christmas tree, and he can feel every reverberation of it to his infernal core. Credit where it's due, human bodies were brilliant.
Crowley is sucking a hungry trail as Aziraphale goes on about arms races, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction as the angel says his name so sweetly, and he loves him all the more. He'd originally just planned on teasing him, maybe slithering down and getting his tongue in on the fun; but the way Aziraphale asks makes it sound like he'd want more than just a bit of rubbing action there. ]
D'you mean other than my fingers? I can, I definitely can, if you'd like. I mean, if you're ready and all, no rush. Can just tease a little, go as slow as you need. Everything we're doing, been doing? Feels marvelous.
[ He's rambling, suddenly feeling all nerves. He doesn't want to push Aziraphale into something he's not ready for if he's misread the signals. Not the first time they got their wires crossed. ]
[Aziraphale has never been great about talking about what he wants. That has nothing to do with Crowley, who has been patient beyond measure, but unfortunately the poor demon has borne the brunt of it, forced to guess the angel's desires based on the look in his eyes or the slant of his mouth.
He doesn't want it to be a guessing game for Crowley anymore. Especially not here. With a slow exhale, he props himself up on an elbow so that he can make eye contact with Crowley, his smile warm and a touch nervous.]
Yes, I mean other than your fingers. But I'd like your fingers first, obviously. I know you'll take good care of me, you always have.
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Oh, I intend to. As well as spoil you senseless. You deserve it.
[And, then, finally, he takes Crowley into his mouth. It's all entirely new to him, but between what he's read and otherwise gleaned from the humans around him, he's hopeful that he can live up to his words. The hand in his hair is a comforting weight, and with a surprising amount of grace, he bobs his head up and down, the flat of his tongue running along the underside of Crowley's cock, a hand wrapped around the base for added stimulation.]
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The combination of Aziraphale's hand and the heat of his mouth has Crowley reeling and every muscle feels tight, and his body feels too small around him, like a sweater that just shrunk in the wash.
He'd been cracked open once before, torn apart and cast away. This feels similar and yet somehow the very opposite. Aziraphale has gathered him up, taken him apart slowly and methodically, and replacing what was lost with something new and wonderful.
He chokes out a warning, though it's probably too late; his thighs shake as his back arches, and his orgasm rips through him so suddenly that his vision whites out.
He comes to shortly afterwards, feeling like a bowl of gelatin, and swearing intermittently between emphatic declarations of love and devotion, pawing feebly at Aziraphale's head to coax him back into the demons arms. ]
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Gliding his free hand underneath Crowley's buttock, he holds him securely and increases his pace once he finds a comfortable rhythm. Crowley's orgasm surprises him, but he's quick to recover, swallowing hurriedly enough that he manages only to spill a little. He's quick to lap up what he's missed, caught up in the moment of Crowley's beautiful release.
My dear, you are exquisite.
The pawing at his head makes him giggle and he places a quick kiss on Crowley's stomach before crawling up to face him once more, wrapping him up in a proper embrace.]
I'm here, darling. I'm here.
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Or perhaps it's Crowley who is senseless at the moment? All his wits seem to have fled in the face of pure, unbridled instinct when he tastes himself on Aziraphale's lips. He murmurs against Aziraphale's lips and chin something that could either be 'lovely angel' or 'love you, angel'. Possibly both. He wouldn't be able to pinpoint when it had happened, but Crowley's cheeks are far from dry.
Eventually, reason trickles back into his brain and he nuzzles against Aziraphale's cheek. ]
That was - wow. Never felt like that before.
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[He murmurs it in return, in between the kisses that they share, strong hands running comforting lines down the demon's back. Tasting the salt-water on his cheeks, he places soft, affectionate kisses wherever he can, warm and reassuring.
Crowley's words take him a bit by surprise. He pulls back just enough to look at him in surprise.]
Really? I... [His gaze drops, a demure smile playing on his lips.] I was hoping that what little I knew would be enough.
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Wouldn't lie to you. Proof is in the pudding, right? Which you lapped right up, need I remind you.
[ Perhaps it was just the fact that it was Aziraphale that had shook Crowley into pieces - but that couldn't have been all of it. He may not have the broadest of experiences himself with getting his cock sucked, but one of those did include an incubus. Perhaps Aziraphale just had some hitherto unknown talent. ]
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...which is the crux of it, really. As much as he loves humanity and has loved various individual humans over the millennia, it has always been platonic. Human lives are so short and fragile. He's never entirely forgotten his first assignment, to guard Eden and protect the two innocent lives living within its walls.
These thoughts are cut short by Crowley's pudding comment. He gasps out a shocked laugh, then stifles the rest with pursed lips and roll of his eyes.]
Don't be crass, Crowley.
[Considering how they're tangled up together, naked and least a little sticky, the reprimand carries no weight. He noses Crowley's throat and runs a hand along his chest before finally voicing aloud his earlier speculation.]
I've experimented a little, over the years, but nothing close to that. I thought once it was because of my angelic nature, but... it's because they weren't you. It's only ever been you.
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Yeah.
[ He agrees, kissing around Aziraphale's ear. ]
I messed about with other demons a bit. It was alright, but - I don't know. Always left me more frustrated. Met you that time in Rome and just lost all interest in anyone else from that point on. Only ever had eyes for you, I reckon. Just took me a bit to work it out.
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Oh... is that so? You know, when I sensed you there in that little tavern, I was quite excited to see you. I'd never had on opportunity before to socialize with you without some sort of momentous event occurring around us. I'm so glad I worked up the nerve to come over and say hello. You never stopped seeking me out after that, did you?
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I'm glad you did too. Figured out a lot things that day. And not just that you can somehow make eating oysters of all things alluring and sexy.
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[He speaks matter-of-factly, only realizing a moment too late what he's implying. He blushes and bites his lip, eyebrows tilted up sheepishly.]
Oh, dear... that's not entirely what I meant at the time...
[Let me tempt you. His own words come back to haunt him and he hides his face in Crowley's neck. Not that terrible a place to hide, all things considered, and he can't help but kiss him while he's there. A hand drifts down to Crowley's hip and he gives it a good squeeze.]
No wonder you always asked me to meals, if that's how you feel.
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You sure it wasn't a seduction play? The way you sipped on those mollusks -
[ He lets loose a wolf whistle, grinning. ]
- let you have mine 'coz I was sitting on my hands the whole time.
[ And because Crowley learned that day that oysters really weren't for him. ]
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That's how they're supposed to be eaten...
[That admission, though, that Crowley wanted him and only him following that night in Rome, is still rolling around in his mind. He peeks up at Crowley, his eyes bright and a small smile playing about his lips.]
You're not sitting on your hands now, are you darling?
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[ To emphasize his point, he gives Aziraphale's bum a tight squeeze. ]
See? Couldn't sit on them if I wanted to. Can't imagine ever wanting to either.
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Good, because I can think of a number of things that I'd like those hands to do. And none of them involve eating oysters.
[He leans in for a long, languid kiss, pressing himself against Crowley's thigh. Thoughts of Crowley longing for him across the dinner table have him very interested in another go-round.]
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[ Crowley is more than delighted to run his hands up Aziraphale's sides, and quite ready for round number two when he feels him pressing so sweetly against his leg. He rolls his thigh, just to give him a bit more friction.
The first time had been so frantic, so desperate, so needing, to take the edge off of century's long tension. The edge was, indeed dulled a bit now, and Crowley could focus more on pleasing Aziraphale - in more ways than just the obvious.
Crowley's hands came to rest on Aziraphale's chest. He'd seemed to like having his nipples toyed with earlier - perhaps he'd like them teased without mercy, to the very brink of arousal?
Or perhaps have every sensitive patch of skin kissed to senselessness?
So many options to start with, it's rather dizzying. ]
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Oh, I... I think you already have a good sense of what I might like...
[He braces his weight on one forearm, his free hand tracing a line along Crowley's jaw, leaving obvious space between them.]
Putting your hands on my chest is a very good start.
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[ He rests his palm over Aziraphale's heart, just briefly, so that he can feel its soft drumming.
He fans out his fingers and palms at Aziraphale's pectorals and then grazes over his nipples. He's slow, at least at first, thumbing them to firmness before he holds them pinched between his thumb and forefinger, lightly tugging and teasing.
Crowley leans up and presses several kisses along Aziraphale's chin and jaw. ]
Is this what you had in mind, love?
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It's warm because of you, dear.
[Ever increasingly warm, especially when Crowley begins teasing his nipples in earnest. They are indeed sensitive, made more so because Crowley seems to know exactly how to touch them. He shivers and whines, muscles shifting to keep himself raised up, his free hand sliding into Crowley's hair while he's kissed. The term of endearment earns another shiver, all on its own, as he looks down at Crowley with unbridled adoration.]
Oh, yes... such an ingenious -- ah! -- use of your hands...
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When he's satisfied that Aziraphale's nipples have been fondled to pert, pebble-hard attention, his hands wander down to his hips, and then to cup those plush cheeks, squeezing and pushing down, encouraging Aziraphale to take his pleasure grinding against Crowley's thigh. ]
Now you've done it, angel. Not ever going to have enough of you after this.
[ He nips playfully at his throat before leaning in for a long, slow, deep kiss. ]
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H-how do you know that wasn't my plan to begin with?
[He smiles, pleased he was able to string those words together, but the victory is short-lived when Crowley kisses him so slowly, so deeply that he can't think of anything else. He rolls his hips, both hands burying themselves in Crowley's hair, lost in the pleasure of that kiss.]
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[ Crowley's own hips twitched - it was odd that even a brush of Aziraphale's soft thigh to his own erection could elicit such a wild shock to his body. His fingers dig into his cheeks, kneading them and spreading them open. ]
Then you put every temptation I've ever done to bloody shame. Downright seductive, you are.
[ With one hand holding him open, Crowley strokes a finger around the rim of Aziraphale's entrance. His touch there is gentle, feather light, and his eyes are on Aziraphale's face looking for any sign of discomfort. ]
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Only -- oh -- only because -- because of the thing. The thing during the Cold War with the bombs.
[He knows that doesn't make any sense, but he has a demon distracting him most thoroughly. It comes to him in the next breath.]
Arms race. You -- you're -- I have to keep up with you, you fiend -- oh, Crowley, what you're doing to me --
[All good things, of course. All good things that are more than welcome. There is no discomfort on his face when Crowley touches his entrance, only a soft smile of anticipation.]
Oh, goodness. Do you intend to...? That is, oh... dearest, please. Please do.
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Crowley is sucking a hungry trail as Aziraphale goes on about arms races, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction as the angel says his name so sweetly, and he loves him all the more.
He'd originally just planned on teasing him, maybe slithering down and getting his tongue in on the fun; but the way Aziraphale asks makes it sound like he'd want more than just a bit of rubbing action there. ]
D'you mean other than my fingers? I can, I definitely can, if you'd like. I mean, if you're ready and all, no rush. Can just tease a little, go as slow as you need. Everything we're doing, been doing? Feels marvelous.
[ He's rambling, suddenly feeling all nerves. He doesn't want to push Aziraphale into something he's not ready for if he's misread the signals. Not the first time they got their wires crossed. ]
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He doesn't want it to be a guessing game for Crowley anymore. Especially not here. With a slow exhale, he props himself up on an elbow so that he can make eye contact with Crowley, his smile warm and a touch nervous.]
Yes, I mean other than your fingers. But I'd like your fingers first, obviously. I know you'll take good care of me, you always have.
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