The thing about Hell is that only an idiot would let themselves be vulnerable in any way whatsoever. It's partly where the idea that demons can't love came from. They can, obviously, but most would never let it happen. Might as well paint a target on your back and be done with it.
Touch is hardly a thing either, not casual or affectionate touches. It took Crowley a long time to get used to those. And this, this is something else again.
All the more so when Aziraphale, still entirely without clothes, straddles Crowley's lap. Crowley groans and buries his face in his angel's neck, almost panting for breath. "Won't stop you," he manages. One hand strokes at Aziraphale's back, and he turns his head to kiss his neck. "Bring out yours again? Just--for a minute."
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Date: 2020-02-16 01:21 am (UTC)Touch is hardly a thing either, not casual or affectionate touches. It took Crowley a long time to get used to those. And this, this is something else again.
All the more so when Aziraphale, still entirely without clothes, straddles Crowley's lap. Crowley groans and buries his face in his angel's neck, almost panting for breath. "Won't stop you," he manages. One hand strokes at Aziraphale's back, and he turns his head to kiss his neck. "Bring out yours again? Just--for a minute."