Crowley gasps and tilts his head back as Aziraphale's mouth sears down his skin. "Nghh..." he manages. "...no, no it definitely isn't...Satan below, that feels amazing...!" His nails dig briefly into Aziraphale's arse, and he then scrapes them up the angel's back, not hard enough to leave marks but enough to be felt.
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Date: 2020-01-04 11:49 pm (UTC)