musebox for Ashfae's minions

Crowley groans a little. "Careful what you offer, angel," he manages, a little breathless between that admission and the fingers trailing along his back. "It'd take a year or two just to tell you the list, and a few centuries at least to actually do all of them. You don't know what you're getting into."

He steals another kiss, sliding his tongue easily now into Aziraphale's mouth, the feel of it already wonderfully familiar and welcoming.