Despite the demon's breathless entreaties, Aziraphale holds back, just long enough to watch Crowley come first, to feel his body tense and shake and pulse against his own. It's glorious, and before he knows it, he's coming, too, with a hoarse cry and his hand faltering, carried along by those last few strokes until he closes it around Crowley's and slows them both to a graceful stop.
He doesn't need air and yet he's panting anyway, his corporation overwhelmed with pleasure. "Is that..." he huffs out, 'Oh, good Lord, Crowley, is it always so intense? Or is it because it's you? Never mind, I answered my own question."
His hand is painted with his and Crowley's release, which he notices thankfully before running fingers through the demon's sweat-damped bangs. Without thinking much of it, he brings his hand to his mouth and licks it experimentally. He would have tasted it earlier if Crowley hadn't interrupted him, and he's curious. In the aftermath of their shared orgasm, he finds it oddly appealing.
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Date: 2020-01-23 05:20 pm (UTC)He doesn't need air and yet he's panting anyway, his corporation overwhelmed with pleasure. "Is that..." he huffs out, 'Oh, good Lord, Crowley, is it always so intense? Or is it because it's you? Never mind, I answered my own question."
His hand is painted with his and Crowley's release, which he notices thankfully before running fingers through the demon's sweat-damped bangs. Without thinking much of it, he brings his hand to his mouth and licks it experimentally. He would have tasted it earlier if Crowley hadn't interrupted him, and he's curious. In the aftermath of their shared orgasm, he finds it oddly appealing.