Crowley's head falls back as Aziraphale explores, his breathing ragged and quick, Adam's apple bobbing in his neck. It takes all of his remaining self-control (what little there is of it now) not to just fuck up into the angel's grip, to give him time to get used to the feel of it all. Crowley doesn't want to cheat him of the experience, and he doesn't want this to be over too fast either.
But then Aziraphale whispers that encouragement and offer, and a desperate groan rips itself from Crowley's throat just before he leans up and crushes his mouth against Aziraphale's. "You." One of his hands goes to Aziraphale's face, keeping him pulled close. "You, God, I want you, I want you madly, always have, always. Want to be yours, want you to be mine. Angel, fuck, please, tell me I'm yours, tell me, please--"
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Date: 2019-12-26 11:29 pm (UTC)But then Aziraphale whispers that encouragement and offer, and a desperate groan rips itself from Crowley's throat just before he leans up and crushes his mouth against Aziraphale's. "You." One of his hands goes to Aziraphale's face, keeping him pulled close. "You, God, I want you, I want you madly, always have, always. Want to be yours, want you to be mine. Angel, fuck, please, tell me I'm yours, tell me, please--"