The wiggle and the immediate Yes! make Crowley groan again and bend his head forward to rest against Aziraphale's forehead. "--got it," he manages, sliding his hand further down, slicking his fingers with a thought. There is no way in Heaven, Hell, or Earth that he's going to break this moment to go looking for some other form of lubrication, and he knows they'll need it. "Got you covered, angel."
And then he does, quite literally. He has long arms, he can reach. Might be easier if he went from the front but he can do it this way for a bit. Carefully he feels his way around the entrance, the small ridges of Aziraphale's pucker under his fingertip, giving him time to get used to it. Slow, he has to go slow here. It's not as difficult as going slowly sometimes is, not with his arms around Aziraphale and their wings enclosed around them both. This isn't a bad place to wait, not at all.
Crowley pulls in a long, shuddering breath. "All right so far?"
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Date: 2020-02-25 11:23 am (UTC)And then he does, quite literally. He has long arms, he can reach. Might be easier if he went from the front but he can do it this way for a bit. Carefully he feels his way around the entrance, the small ridges of Aziraphale's pucker under his fingertip, giving him time to get used to it. Slow, he has to go slow here. It's not as difficult as going slowly sometimes is, not with his arms around Aziraphale and their wings enclosed around them both. This isn't a bad place to wait, not at all.
Crowley pulls in a long, shuddering breath. "All right so far?"