"Well, obviously," Crowley teases, just before their mouths meet again. His low laugh gets caught up in another kiss. All of Crowley gets caught up in it, nothing left unclaimed, nothing that doesn't want to be loosed in any way.
Aziraphale is quickly learning the art of kissing, that's for sure, his tongue delving and exploring in delicious ways, and fingers teasing up his spine somewhere between layers...Crowley likes his clothes but he's never been more interested in getting out of them in his life. "Yeah--" he manages, more than a little breathless. Did the kiss end? Because Crowley's still chasing after it. His mouth lands somewhere on Aziraphale's chin, and that's fine too, and hey look, a jawline...he's supposed to be letting Aziraphale turn the tables on him but the angel is just so damn kissable and his neck is right here so really, what's a poor demon to do but take advantage?
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Aziraphale is quickly learning the art of kissing, that's for sure, his tongue delving and exploring in delicious ways, and fingers teasing up his spine somewhere between layers...Crowley likes his clothes but he's never been more interested in getting out of them in his life. "Yeah--" he manages, more than a little breathless. Did the kiss end? Because Crowley's still chasing after it. His mouth lands somewhere on Aziraphale's chin, and that's fine too, and hey look, a jawline...he's supposed to be letting Aziraphale turn the tables on him but the angel is just so damn kissable and his neck is right here so really, what's a poor demon to do but take advantage?