Somewhere in that dizzying haze of post-orgasmic bliss, Aziraphale feels those final hard thrusts and distantly thinks that he might like a round of love-making where Crowley does that the entire time. It's a short-lived thought, replaced with the nearly indescribable sensation of Crowley coming inside him. He keeps the strength to support Crowley in his arms, marveling at how fortunate he is to share this moment with the being he loves more than anything.
With wings cocooned around them and limbs holding one another steady, the angel hoards this precious moment as he does any other, committing it to memory, letting the sound of Crowley's breathing keep him in the present, savoring every last drop of it. When Crowley finally looks up to meet his eyes, he kisses each cheek, and then his forehead, before tilting his head and nuzzling the snake tattoo at Crowley's temple.
He wishes he had the words to express the profoundness of what they just shared, but when his mouth opens, all that comes out is a soft, plaintive, "Dearest."
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Date: 2020-03-05 02:25 pm (UTC)With wings cocooned around them and limbs holding one another steady, the angel hoards this precious moment as he does any other, committing it to memory, letting the sound of Crowley's breathing keep him in the present, savoring every last drop of it. When Crowley finally looks up to meet his eyes, he kisses each cheek, and then his forehead, before tilting his head and nuzzling the snake tattoo at Crowley's temple.
He wishes he had the words to express the profoundness of what they just shared, but when his mouth opens, all that comes out is a soft, plaintive, "Dearest."