confoundthemighty: (Oh you.)
[A warm shiver sweeps up his arm and along the back of his neck at that light kiss; over two thousand years Crowley's learned how to turn Aziraphale into putty in his hands in increasingly quick and efficient ways, and this is one of the quickest. Aziraphale laughs softly, reaches back a little further to draw out the band holding Crowley's hair back.]

Cheeky. [He leans close, rubs their noses together briefly, then pulls back so he can reach for the hem of Crowley's shirt.]
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