Aziraphale lets out a soft groan as Crowley utterly ruins his plans and greedily continues to kiss him, but he can't find it in himself to be annoyed. Not when Crowley is pressing his mouth so tenderly above the line of his collar. "You... oh. Oh, Crowley..."
Of course, he's not about to let his newfound confidence fizzle out. Not when desire is so thoroughly stirred up within him. He lets go of Crowley's hand so that it can join the one underneath his jacket, and this time he lets both explore with impunity, running down Crowley's spine and along his sides, tracing out all those delightfully sharp, narrow lines. And if he finds a particularly sensitive or ticklish spot, well, the demon only has himself to blame.
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Date: 2019-10-05 04:32 pm (UTC)Of course, he's not about to let his newfound confidence fizzle out. Not when desire is so thoroughly stirred up within him. He lets go of Crowley's hand so that it can join the one underneath his jacket, and this time he lets both explore with impunity, running down Crowley's spine and along his sides, tracing out all those delightfully sharp, narrow lines. And if he finds a particularly sensitive or ticklish spot, well, the demon only has himself to blame.