[The mrr earns a chuckle and another kiss. Crowley loves making Aziraphale purr, whatever form he's in.]
Can't get you clean if you're not properly soaped up.
[His hands wander, one of them drifting suggestively downwards on Aziraphale's belly, low enough to tease.]
...or improperly soaped up. That'd do.
[First he needs soap, though, so Crowley reaches behind him and snags the bottle so conveniently left there earlier. Unfortunately he needs both hands to get it open, to rub the gel between his hands and work up the foam.]
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Can't get you clean if you're not properly soaped up.
[His hands wander, one of them drifting suggestively downwards on Aziraphale's belly, low enough to tease.]
...or improperly soaped up. That'd do.
[First he needs soap, though, so Crowley reaches behind him and snags the bottle so conveniently left there earlier. Unfortunately he needs both hands to get it open, to rub the gel between his hands and work up the foam.]
Lean forward for me?