[Crowley is... annoying, honestly, a very annoying, bothersome little demon, but bothersome in such a particular way that Aziraphale can't fathom being without him. So all of his teasing and wiggling and calling people bossy are things Aziraphale wouldn't be able to stand in anyone else, but like this? Well, he loves him, and that is more than enough.
And oh, he's lovely, even if he's a pain. Aziraphale touches his fingertips against his chest, feather-light and giddily exploring, and tilts his head to kiss him again before he does anything like give Crowley what he wants. Hold on...]
You are exquisite, my dear.
[A real snack, as the youths say. He leans his forehead against Crowley's and looks at him fondly, so very up close, absolutely saccharine while he dips his hand down to run that same feather-light touch down the length of his cock.
And that one is intentional, actually, you're welcome babe.]
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And oh, he's lovely, even if he's a pain. Aziraphale touches his fingertips against his chest, feather-light and giddily exploring, and tilts his head to kiss him again before he does anything like give Crowley what he wants. Hold on...]
You are exquisite, my dear.
[A real snack, as the youths say. He leans his forehead against Crowley's and looks at him fondly, so very up close, absolutely saccharine while he dips his hand down to run that same feather-light touch down the length of his cock.
And that one is intentional, actually, you're welcome babe.]