Crowley mewls a protest as the rhythm fails, but it's more than worth it when Aziraphale wraps himself around him, when he can wrap an arm around the angel in turn, twined together like ivy on a tree trunk or a snake on a branch. He gasps as Aziraphale's hand resumes its works, and again at those words, those words, and then he just keeps gasping because there's not enough air in the room. No space for it with the mounting pressure in the way, the oncoming rush of bliss.
His free hand covers Aziraphale's on his cock, part to show how he likes it, how firm and fast, but also just to be touching him even more. You're mine rings in his ears, as loud as his own rushing blood and ragged breath. Every soft kiss to his face thrills him, pushes him closer to the edge.
When Crowley comes it's with another deep, wrecked groan, his head tilted back and body arched as he paints his abdomen in white stripes, trembling all over and then collapsing limp and drenched in sweat. For several minutes after he just breathes, still trembling, mind blanked out from pleasure.
When he eventually opens his eyes again to look up at Aziraphale, they're wholly gold. "Angel," he whispers, as though awed.
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Date: 2019-12-28 01:35 am (UTC)His free hand covers Aziraphale's on his cock, part to show how he likes it, how firm and fast, but also just to be touching him even more. You're mine rings in his ears, as loud as his own rushing blood and ragged breath. Every soft kiss to his face thrills him, pushes him closer to the edge.
When Crowley comes it's with another deep, wrecked groan, his head tilted back and body arched as he paints his abdomen in white stripes, trembling all over and then collapsing limp and drenched in sweat. For several minutes after he just breathes, still trembling, mind blanked out from pleasure.
When he eventually opens his eyes again to look up at Aziraphale, they're wholly gold. "Angel," he whispers, as though awed.