It is hard, but it's good. It's so blessed good. Literally that, and for once that's a good thing too. He hasn't been loved like this before he Fell. He's never been loved like this. Sonic there's an almost pathetic (to a demon) needy feeling to it all, well. It's not so surprising. He just has to hope Aziraphale won't mind, and that it'll settle in a while.
(He has to trust Aziraphale won't let him fall like She did. Fortunately, he does).
"Yeah...yeah, I'd love that. But better make it somewhere private," he murmurs against Aziraphale's mouth, between soft, unhurried kisses. "'less you want us to be doing this in St. James's Park."
He slides a hand over Aziraphale's buttocks, pulling him in, not from renewed need (yet) but just to reemphasize the state they're in. Any picnic is likely to get heated. At least, if Crowley has anything to say about it, it will.
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Date: 2020-01-29 07:16 pm (UTC)(He has to trust Aziraphale won't let him fall like She did. Fortunately, he does).
"Yeah...yeah, I'd love that. But better make it somewhere private," he murmurs against Aziraphale's mouth, between soft, unhurried kisses. "'less you want us to be doing this in St. James's Park."
He slides a hand over Aziraphale's buttocks, pulling him in, not from renewed need (yet) but just to reemphasize the state they're in. Any picnic is likely to get heated. At least, if Crowley has anything to say about it, it will.