Crowley chuckles, low and husky. "Something like this, I think?" Aziraphale's mouth is warm, and he slides his tongue in to get a taste of it, breathes in deep. His fingertips tighten their hold, almost imperceptibly. "Or maybe this--" The next kiss is a little more hungry, a little less teasing. "Or this..."
He loses track eventually, both of the teasing and of the numbers and types of kisses.
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We'll actually *finish* one? Is that allowed?
Date: 2020-04-20 11:09 am (UTC)He loses track eventually, both of the teasing and of the numbers and types of kisses.