Aziraphale closes his eyes when Crowley's hand first moves between his thighs, leaving nothing but the sensation of his touch, of his kisses, and that voice whispering undying eternal, devotion. Not the first time the demon declares his everburning feelings for the angel, words that barely reach the ankles of everything he's done to show it. Every time, it brings a shiver to the angel's spine to know, and let himself know, that there's someone that loves and cares for him so deeply, so passionately. That something he spent the better part of his existence never imagining or even being aware was something he could ever have, a being of Love, for whatever that really entails, finding out he could be more than a mere observer...
Every time, it blinds him to everything else. When it's quiet, when the only thing is their bodies, his voice, warmth, in a void made for their own, when everything else stops existing. Every time, it steals his breath.
This time, he knows. They know. They already did know, but this time they have been forced to prove it. This time, he's seen it happen, they've had it happen, he's seen it and the words ring so much louder. It rocks him to his core. All the things he doesn't want to think about, they'll be louder too, but they don't get to take this away from them.
His breath shakes. He grips the the sheets under him and hunches his shoulders. Bites at his lip, gasps when another finger is pushed into him, tensing slightly around it. "Crowley..." A soft murmur, feeling the warm lips on the back of his neck.
( Somewhere else, wings fold back and let themselves be held, a bundle of bright light inviting that touch.)
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Every time, it blinds him to everything else. When it's quiet, when the only thing is their bodies, his voice, warmth, in a void made for their own, when everything else stops existing. Every time, it steals his breath.
This time, he knows. They know. They already did know, but this time they have been forced to prove it. This time, he's seen it happen, they've had it happen, he's seen it and the words ring so much louder. It rocks him to his core. All the things he doesn't want to think about, they'll be louder too, but they don't get to take this away from them.
His breath shakes. He grips the the sheets under him and hunches his shoulders. Bites at his lip, gasps when another finger is pushed into him, tensing slightly around it. "Crowley..." A soft murmur, feeling the warm lips on the back of his neck.
( Somewhere else, wings fold back and let themselves be held, a bundle of bright light inviting that touch.)