Crowley may have made a terrible, terrible, wonderful mistake, because now that he has Aziraphale's hands all over his skin he's never going to be able to think straight again. His fingers keep slipping off the buttons on Aziraphale's shirt as he arches into all that touch, warm and caressing and fuck, he almost wants to purr, but he wants at Aziraphale's skin to return the distraction much, much, more.
Four buttons done is enough to let him kiss Aziraphale's upper chest, and from then on every button undone earns a kiss to follow, as he travels lower on Aziraphale's stomach. There is no question given the reverence in his lips, the low pleased sounds he makes, that he absolutely loves what he finds, all that smoothness and softness and Aziraphale. Once he gotten down to the belly button he surges back up, catches Aziraphale's mouth in an urgent kiss, puts his hands on the angel's hips and rolls them over on the bed.
Back to the position they were in downstairs, but fuck, this is better. There's a soft mattress under him and a soft angel above him and they're skin to skin, chest to chest, hands everywhere, and Crowley groans. "You are perfect," he whispers into Aziraphale's mouth. "You, you're--fuck, angel, you're everything--"
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Date: 2019-11-03 04:01 pm (UTC)Four buttons done is enough to let him kiss Aziraphale's upper chest, and from then on every button undone earns a kiss to follow, as he travels lower on Aziraphale's stomach. There is no question given the reverence in his lips, the low pleased sounds he makes, that he absolutely loves what he finds, all that smoothness and softness and Aziraphale. Once he gotten down to the belly button he surges back up, catches Aziraphale's mouth in an urgent kiss, puts his hands on the angel's hips and rolls them over on the bed.
Back to the position they were in downstairs, but fuck, this is better. There's a soft mattress under him and a soft angel above him and they're skin to skin, chest to chest, hands everywhere, and Crowley groans. "You are perfect," he whispers into Aziraphale's mouth. "You, you're--fuck, angel, you're everything--"