Crowley groans into Aziraphale's mouth at that squeeze of thighs, dear Satan but he loves Aziraphale's thighs. Then there's fingers softly brushing against his feathers and that has almost the same level of effect despite being a completely different type of touch. Turns out intimacy is arousing as Hell.
"Like this," Crowley agrees at once. He reaches up and strokes Aziraphale's face, then his shoulder and down his arm. "Fuck, like this, please. Could use our hands again, or--" He has to stop and swallow before he can say it. Suggesting sodomy to an angel, Christ. His hand drifts back down to Aziraphale's hip, curves around to his back and dips a little lower. Not far, just enough to show a direction. "Could fuck you on my lap. If you want."
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Date: 2020-02-25 12:45 am (UTC)"Like this," Crowley agrees at once. He reaches up and strokes Aziraphale's face, then his shoulder and down his arm. "Fuck, like this, please. Could use our hands again, or--" He has to stop and swallow before he can say it. Suggesting sodomy to an angel, Christ. His hand drifts back down to Aziraphale's hip, curves around to his back and dips a little lower. Not far, just enough to show a direction. "Could fuck you on my lap. If you want."