Aziraphale watches, delighted, whatever worry he might have had about the tightness of his grip vanishing in the wake of Crowley's needy groan. He lets out a quiet oof when he's pulled back down to Crowley's mouth, quickly followed by a groan of his own when his his curls are tugged.
"Naughty," he murmurs, and gives Crowley's hair another sharp pull, the same as before. This time, he keeps the demon's head tilted back so that he can suck a love bite onto his exposed neck -- or tries to, anyway. He's never done this before, and the novels he's read aren't very specific about the mechanics...
As he presses his weight against Crowley to keep him still, he finally becomes aware of the demon's hardness pressing into him. Oh, that's not his hipbone, is it? Sweat prickles down his back, his open shirt suddenly much more of annoyance. A quick gesture with the hand not in Crowley's hair and he miracles it away. Good riddance.
"Crowley," he whispers into his ear. "Should I -- Is this a good time for me to make an Effort?"
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"Naughty," he murmurs, and gives Crowley's hair another sharp pull, the same as before. This time, he keeps the demon's head tilted back so that he can suck a love bite onto his exposed neck -- or tries to, anyway. He's never done this before, and the novels he's read aren't very specific about the mechanics...
As he presses his weight against Crowley to keep him still, he finally becomes aware of the demon's hardness pressing into him. Oh, that's not his hipbone, is it? Sweat prickles down his back, his open shirt suddenly much more of annoyance. A quick gesture with the hand not in Crowley's hair and he miracles it away. Good riddance.
"Crowley," he whispers into his ear. "Should I -- Is this a good time for me to make an Effort?"