"So was tartan, but you -- mmf." Crowley makes good on his word to keep Aziraphale quiet about tartan, and it's only a moment more before the angel also wonders why they were still talking when they can use their mouths for kissing instead. All that glorious kissing while his hands stroke along Crowley's back and his sides, losing himself in the honey-rich sweetness of each moment that passes.
Crowley's proclamation has him laughing softly out of pure joy. "A good start," he says, smiling into the next kiss, and the one after that. "So long as it doesn't preclude anywhere else in the flat."
He groans along with Crowley when his thigh is squeezed and quickly returns the favor, marveling at how he's allowed to touch, to ask for what he wants. And yet he hesitates a moment, as if his next request might be too much. "Will you show me your wings, Crowley? May I touch them?"
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It would have snuck in a "crash bandicoot" when you weren't looking.
Date: 2020-02-08 02:21 am (UTC)Crowley's proclamation has him laughing softly out of pure joy. "A good start," he says, smiling into the next kiss, and the one after that. "So long as it doesn't preclude anywhere else in the flat."
He groans along with Crowley when his thigh is squeezed and quickly returns the favor, marveling at how he's allowed to touch, to ask for what he wants. And yet he hesitates a moment, as if his next request might be too much. "Will you show me your wings, Crowley? May I touch them?"