The greatest act of self-control Crowley's ever done is taking Aziraphale's head in his hands and pulling him back up, and he groans as he does it, missing the heat of that mouth as soon as it's gone. "Not--not yet," he manages by way of explanation, seizing Aziraphale's lips and kissing him deeply, tasting himself in the angel's mouth. "S'good, fuck, it's perfect, but not yet, I want--"
He rolls them over again, then it's his turn to move down, kissing and biting and sucking on his way. "Want to taste you," he says between bruising open-mouthed kisses on Aziraphale's chest, before latching on to one of his nipples. "All of you, I want...fuck, angel, want you so much...!"
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Date: 2020-01-09 11:13 pm (UTC)He rolls them over again, then it's his turn to move down, kissing and biting and sucking on his way. "Want to taste you," he says between bruising open-mouthed kisses on Aziraphale's chest, before latching on to one of his nipples. "All of you, I want...fuck, angel, want you so much...!"