Crowley accepts all those kisses and returns a few, capturing Aziraphale's mouth briefly before the angel turns to settle himself on the bed and Crowley accordingly gets to his knees beside him, leans over to reach for the bottle of lubricant they keep beside the bed. (There are times when it's part of the thrill to magic something up and cackle about some poor sap doing the paperwork for it, a small hello, and fuck you to their previous employers; there are other times when they simply don't care. But there are also times for complete privacy with no specter of being observed, and this is one of them)
Aziraphale's statement arrests him mid-motion, as it so often does. Crowley waited too long to hear it to ever take it for granted or let it pass by without a response. His eyes almost glow in the dark, wide and golden, as they are during moments of passion or intense emotion.
He leans down and takes another kiss, tasting Aziraphale's mouth and moaning like it's something ambrosial. "Angel," he whispers, endearment and wonderment and statement of fact all in one. He slides his mouth to Aziraphale's shoulder, kisses that, drops kisses all along his upper back even as his slicked fingers reach carefully between the Aziraphale's thighs. "I love you." His finger teases at the puckered opening he finds there, circles, presses, withdraws and circles again. "More than I ever thought possible. More than anything else on Earth or outside it." He pushes in just the tip, stretches him gently. Bites a little at his shoulder. "Beyond life, or death, or eternity." Pushes in further, to the first knuckle, then the second. Crowley gasps and shivers as though he's the one being penetrated, his control kept sharply in check. (Somewhere else, scales spark with internal light, and coils shift to encircle.)
"Beyond everything," Crowley whispers, meaning it and knowing what it means better than most are capable of understanding, and pushes in a second finger as he kisses the back of Aziraphale's neck.
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Aziraphale's statement arrests him mid-motion, as it so often does. Crowley waited too long to hear it to ever take it for granted or let it pass by without a response. His eyes almost glow in the dark, wide and golden, as they are during moments of passion or intense emotion.
He leans down and takes another kiss, tasting Aziraphale's mouth and moaning like it's something ambrosial. "Angel," he whispers, endearment and wonderment and statement of fact all in one. He slides his mouth to Aziraphale's shoulder, kisses that, drops kisses all along his upper back even as his slicked fingers reach carefully between the Aziraphale's thighs. "I love you." His finger teases at the puckered opening he finds there, circles, presses, withdraws and circles again. "More than I ever thought possible. More than anything else on Earth or outside it." He pushes in just the tip, stretches him gently. Bites a little at his shoulder. "Beyond life, or death, or eternity." Pushes in further, to the first knuckle, then the second. Crowley gasps and shivers as though he's the one being penetrated, his control kept sharply in check. (Somewhere else, scales spark with internal light, and coils shift to encircle.)
"Beyond everything," Crowley whispers, meaning it and knowing what it means better than most are capable of understanding, and pushes in a second finger as he kisses the back of Aziraphale's neck.