That is a benefit of being patient, perhaps, of already waiting so long for this to happen, that Aziraphale is ready when their lips meet, that soft touch in the span of a single breath, like the kiss at the end of a gavotte. Thank you for this dance, this orbit we've been spinning in. For leading and for following, always together.
He has but a moment to savor that sweet and simple kiss before Crowley is all but crashing into him, and oh, here are the fireworks, the sparks, the metaphors that poets pile on but can't quite capture the indescribable feeling that shivers through him as he wraps his arms about Crowley in turn, that needy sound echoed with one of his own.
He keeps his mouth soft and open, bravely exploring this new sensual pleasure. It is so blessedly good. He never wants to stop, he wants to stay like this forever, fingers gripping the back of Crowley's jacket, their bodies pressed together so that nothing can come between them.
Eventually, though, it does end, only so Aziraphale can whisper into the space between their lips, "My dear, you are the most wonderful thing I've ever had the pleasure of putting my lips to."
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He has but a moment to savor that sweet and simple kiss before Crowley is all but crashing into him, and oh, here are the fireworks, the sparks, the metaphors that poets pile on but can't quite capture the indescribable feeling that shivers through him as he wraps his arms about Crowley in turn, that needy sound echoed with one of his own.
He keeps his mouth soft and open, bravely exploring this new sensual pleasure. It is so blessedly good. He never wants to stop, he wants to stay like this forever, fingers gripping the back of Crowley's jacket, their bodies pressed together so that nothing can come between them.
Eventually, though, it does end, only so Aziraphale can whisper into the space between their lips, "My dear, you are the most wonderful thing I've ever had the pleasure of putting my lips to."