Aziraphale keeps that hand in Crowley's hair, toying with the red strands, hopefully not too much to distract Crowley from his task. He simply can't sit there and not repay his lover's affections.
"Oh, yes," he answers, whining softly at the feeling of Crowley's mouth on his neck. He shivers at the praise, then relaxes even further, shifting his hips in an effort to take more of Crowley in. "Please, I'm ready for more."
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Date: 2020-02-26 02:49 am (UTC)"Oh, yes," he answers, whining softly at the feeling of Crowley's mouth on his neck. He shivers at the praise, then relaxes even further, shifting his hips in an effort to take more of Crowley in. "Please, I'm ready for more."