Crowley supports him through it, like he always has; it's still a wonder to him sometimes that he can be open about things now, that they can do this. Not the sex, but the intimacy. That's the part that was always risky and forbidden--certainly to Crowley, possibly to Aziraphale also.
But it's theirs now. Everything is theirs. To have and to hold and to share and to keep.
When Aziraphale's head falls back Crowley's shoulder is there for it to rest on as the demon holds him during his climax, slowing his strokes to help push him through it until the angel finally is limp and relaxed in his embrace and he can let go. Crowley turns his face to kiss Aziraphale's cheek. "There you go..." he murmurs. "That was good, love, that was perfect, you're perfect..." Another kiss, and a brush of his beaky nose against soft skin. "You're so good, my angel."
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Date: 2020-03-04 11:31 pm (UTC)But it's theirs now. Everything is theirs. To have and to hold and to share and to keep.
When Aziraphale's head falls back Crowley's shoulder is there for it to rest on as the demon holds him during his climax, slowing his strokes to help push him through it until the angel finally is limp and relaxed in his embrace and he can let go. Crowley turns his face to kiss Aziraphale's cheek. "There you go..." he murmurs. "That was good, love, that was perfect, you're perfect..." Another kiss, and a brush of his beaky nose against soft skin. "You're so good, my angel."