The groan that rips from Crowley's throat is raw with need. He'd meant to take longer at this, be absolutely certain, but he's only a demon and no one, now one could resist that demand in that voice from this angel. No one. Least of all him.
He withdraws his fingers, gets them oiled up again, and takes himself in hand. Another groan as he slicks himself up. The temptation to just keep going is there, fuck both their cocks in his hand, Satan, it'd be so easy, they'd come so quickly...
Get inside me.
Crowley's breathing is already wrecked with impatience as Aziraphale lifts himself up on his knees, as Crowley helps him get positioned, gets his cock in place. Rubs the reddened head of it against the the pucker he's been stretching and exploring.
Fuck, this is probably going to kill him. What a way to go. Discorporating from pure overwhelming lust and adoration...Crowley breathes in deep, tries to focus, tries to think of something horribly unsexy so he doesn't finish before they've even started. Crayfish. Gabriel's teeth. Hastur in a bikini.
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He withdraws his fingers, gets them oiled up again, and takes himself in hand. Another groan as he slicks himself up. The temptation to just keep going is there, fuck both their cocks in his hand, Satan, it'd be so easy, they'd come so quickly...
Get inside me.
Crowley's breathing is already wrecked with impatience as Aziraphale lifts himself up on his knees, as Crowley helps him get positioned, gets his cock in place. Rubs the reddened head of it against the the pucker he's been stretching and exploring.
Fuck, this is probably going to kill him. What a way to go. Discorporating from pure overwhelming lust and adoration...Crowley breathes in deep, tries to focus, tries to think of something horribly unsexy so he doesn't finish before they've even started. Crayfish. Gabriel's teeth. Hastur in a bikini.