Crowley closes his eyes, writing everything about this into his memory: Aziraphale's trembling body, the painful grip on his hair, the breathless needy compliments. The complete lack of any inhibitions. No fetters, not on either of them, not of any sort, and Crowley groans his pleasure at the thought, and the wild shameless way Aziraphale takes him at his word and fucks his mouth.
His hands go to Aziraphale's hips, not to hold him down but just to hold on, to grip. His mouth is loose and wet, and he alternates between swiping with his tongue at the end of each withdrawl or sucking hard. He groans again, and every noise he makes says yes, I love this, I love you, don't stop.
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Date: 2020-01-20 11:04 pm (UTC)His hands go to Aziraphale's hips, not to hold him down but just to hold on, to grip. His mouth is loose and wet, and he alternates between swiping with his tongue at the end of each withdrawl or sucking hard. He groans again, and every noise he makes says yes, I love this, I love you, don't stop.