"Satan, no," Crowley says. He nods a bit so Aziraphale's nudge moves his sunglasses off. It's fine, they can come off, he doesn't usually wear them in here anyway, not when it's just the pair of them. But he's not taking them off himself, because that would mean taking his hands off of Aziraphale, and that's not happening. "I mean, yes, it's the wings, but only because they're yours. Because it's you. All soft, and spread on top of me, and fuck do that again--"
He lifts his head up an inch again, seizes another kiss, hungry and wanting. His fingers still dance lightly along bone and feather, careful, but the rest of him, the rest of him tells a different story of wanting. The way his leg tightens around Aziraphale's, the way his body rises under his, the way he tilts his head into that touch next to his ear, the slight whining keen he makes.
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Date: 2019-09-20 08:13 pm (UTC)He lifts his head up an inch again, seizes another kiss, hungry and wanting. His fingers still dance lightly along bone and feather, careful, but the rest of him, the rest of him tells a different story of wanting. The way his leg tightens around Aziraphale's, the way his body rises under his, the way he tilts his head into that touch next to his ear, the slight whining keen he makes.