It should be no surprise that Heaven isn't much better. Perhaps there are angels here and there who had a close enough friend to groom their wings, but Aziraphale was never one of them. Even ostensibly friendly touches always had a whisper of control behind them. A handshake a little too tight; a shoulder clap a little too hard. Stay in line, little angel. Know your place.
This sort of touch, now that he allows himself to indulge, is effortless. He rubs the back of Crowley's neck, thick thighs bracketing the demon's narrow hips as if he's always belonged there. The request makes him shiver in anticipation. "Oh, my dearest," he sighs, voice laced with affection. "For you, anything."
He materializes his wings -- carefully this time, keeping them nestled within Crowley's feathery cocoon. The sensation of their wings brushing together leaves him momentarily breathless, much like the moment that they lay together without clothes. He shuts his eyes and nestles close, letting the feeling wash over him.
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Date: 2020-02-16 03:22 am (UTC)This sort of touch, now that he allows himself to indulge, is effortless. He rubs the back of Crowley's neck, thick thighs bracketing the demon's narrow hips as if he's always belonged there. The request makes him shiver in anticipation. "Oh, my dearest," he sighs, voice laced with affection. "For you, anything."
He materializes his wings -- carefully this time, keeping them nestled within Crowley's feathery cocoon. The sensation of their wings brushing together leaves him momentarily breathless, much like the moment that they lay together without clothes. He shuts his eyes and nestles close, letting the feeling wash over him.