Aziraphale pauses mid-lick, like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but the way that Crowley reacts reassures him. He smiles demurely and continues until his hand is clean. No, he doesn't mind the taste at all.
Watching Crowley do the same thing stirs him up inside, despite how delightfully wrung out his he is. His hand now clean, he pushes back sweat-darkened red bangs off of the demon's forehead, kissing the skin he reveals. "No, it shouldn't," he agrees softly. "And yet here we are."
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Date: 2020-01-24 05:02 pm (UTC)Watching Crowley do the same thing stirs him up inside, despite how delightfully wrung out his he is. His hand now clean, he pushes back sweat-darkened red bangs off of the demon's forehead, kissing the skin he reveals. "No, it shouldn't," he agrees softly. "And yet here we are."