Crowley laughs at this request, breathless, and breathless again as Aziraphale sucks again on his neck, and then all over again at the way the angel looks down at him with a mixture of satisfaction, pride, and what Crowley recognizes all too well after centuries of dining with him as appetite.
Fine by him. Lay him out on a plate and give Aziraphale a spoon.
Nngh, no, nevermind, no spoons, all hands and mouths here, with the attendent nails and teeth, much better...Crowley trickles his fingers back down Aziraphale's spine more lightly and then repeats the scrape, hoping to earn another moan like that first one. Except now his nipple is being sucked on and how in the infernal pit can that feel the way it does, that little nub has no purpose at all on his body, how can it feel so fucking good...
"Gonna discorporate me, angel," he manages, after a number of undignified high-pitched sounds as Aziraphale experiments. Crowley's hands have gotten tangled up in the angel's hair somewhere along the line. He doesn't really remember when. "For the record, it'll be worth it."
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Fine by him. Lay him out on a plate and give Aziraphale a spoon.
Nngh, no, nevermind, no spoons, all hands and mouths here, with the attendent nails and teeth, much better...Crowley trickles his fingers back down Aziraphale's spine more lightly and then repeats the scrape, hoping to earn another moan like that first one. Except now his nipple is being sucked on and how in the infernal pit can that feel the way it does, that little nub has no purpose at all on his body, how can it feel so fucking good...
"Gonna discorporate me, angel," he manages, after a number of undignified high-pitched sounds as Aziraphale experiments. Crowley's hands have gotten tangled up in the angel's hair somewhere along the line. He doesn't really remember when. "For the record, it'll be worth it."