He should be used to it by now. He never is, somehow. They've done this countless times now, and Aziraphale's stated his desires in those exact words countless times, and it still leaves Crowley breathless with astonishment, still sends a thrill through him. His arms tighten before he takes a breath and forces himself to loosen them, and the way he nibbles at Aziraphale's neck is more sharp than he probably intends. He can keep it gentle and slow like this, he can, he has and he will, but fuck, he wants...
Crowley shudders all over, his hands already wandering, and nips at Aziraphale's neck again. "...on your stomach." His voice is lower already, husky. "Lie down for me, angel. While I get you ready."
He already is ready, almost painfully so all at once. But he refuses to rush this part.
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He should be used to it by now. He never is, somehow. They've done this countless times now, and Aziraphale's stated his desires in those exact words countless times, and it still leaves Crowley breathless with astonishment, still sends a thrill through him. His arms tighten before he takes a breath and forces himself to loosen them, and the way he nibbles at Aziraphale's neck is more sharp than he probably intends. He can keep it gentle and slow like this, he can, he has and he will, but fuck, he wants...
Crowley shudders all over, his hands already wandering, and nips at Aziraphale's neck again. "...on your stomach." His voice is lower already, husky. "Lie down for me, angel. While I get you ready."
He already is ready, almost painfully so all at once. But he refuses to rush this part.