"...good." The word sounds a little choked. Crowley swallows and tries again. "Right, that's...that's good." He kisses Aziraphale's neck, closes his eyes, focusing his attention on Aziraphale. Only Aziraphale.
He's so very careful about it. Aziraphale has no experience with this and Crowley no experience with doing it to someone other than himself, and he was much more willing to be rough with himself than he is here and now. Slowly he rubs his finger there on the spot, in small circles, then just as slowly he pushes in, breeching it with just the tip of his finger. He stops there, waits, then moves his finger again--not further in, but still in small circles, stretching. So slowly.
That's how he continues, moving in a little at a time, stretching a little at a time, making sure the way is slick and relaxed before he goes further. "If it hurts," he says softly in Aziraphale's ear, "if anything hurts, if it's uncomfortable, tell me." The last thing he wants is to hurt Aziraphale, the absolute last thing. He has to make this good, or he's stopping before they start.
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He's so very careful about it. Aziraphale has no experience with this and Crowley no experience with doing it to someone other than himself, and he was much more willing to be rough with himself than he is here and now. Slowly he rubs his finger there on the spot, in small circles, then just as slowly he pushes in, breeching it with just the tip of his finger. He stops there, waits, then moves his finger again--not further in, but still in small circles, stretching. So slowly.
That's how he continues, moving in a little at a time, stretching a little at a time, making sure the way is slick and relaxed before he goes further. "If it hurts," he says softly in Aziraphale's ear, "if anything hurts, if it's uncomfortable, tell me." The last thing he wants is to hurt Aziraphale, the absolute last thing. He has to make this good, or he's stopping before they start.