He can't help but smile, lips curving up against the shell of Crowley's ear, in response to all the lovely sounds that his demon makes. "My love," he murmurs throatily, before Crowley captures his mouth and silences his litany of verbal affection. Oh, it feels so good to call him such things, to kiss him back just as hungrily, to no longer deny the love he has for Crowley, fit to overflowing.
There is only a soft note of surprise when he's tipped back onto the bed. In another context, a demon looming over an angel would be considered threatening, but Aziraphale feels as safe as he's ever been, the comfortable mattress below him and Crowley cradling his face while they exchange kisses. Distantly, he congratulates himself on suggesting the change of venue as he tries to emulate Crowley's position from earlier. A leg hooks around the demon's and his hands tug more purposefully on Crowley's shirt, trying to untuck it from his pants.
"May I?" he asks breathlessly between kisses. Caught up in the pleasure of Crowley's mouth, he hadn't thought to ask initially, but Crowley did, so he assumes he should as well.
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There is only a soft note of surprise when he's tipped back onto the bed. In another context, a demon looming over an angel would be considered threatening, but Aziraphale feels as safe as he's ever been, the comfortable mattress below him and Crowley cradling his face while they exchange kisses. Distantly, he congratulates himself on suggesting the change of venue as he tries to emulate Crowley's position from earlier. A leg hooks around the demon's and his hands tug more purposefully on Crowley's shirt, trying to untuck it from his pants.
"May I?" he asks breathlessly between kisses. Caught up in the pleasure of Crowley's mouth, he hadn't thought to ask initially, but Crowley did, so he assumes he should as well.