Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2

[questionablewit]

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Why thank you and back atcha.

[duckshaveears]

[Crowley laughs softly, more than fluent enough in purring-Aziraphale-speak to interpret those noises.]

You're adorable.

[It's a low, loving murmur. His thumbs and fingers glide easily over the soap-wet skin, and walk the fine line between firm pressure and more relaxing strokes with the same ease.

Once Aziraphale's scalp and neck have been thoroughly seen to Crowley works over the shoulders for a while, and a little of the upper back. Then he slides his arms around Aziraphale from behind, pulling the demon back to lie in his embrace entirely.]

Good?

Dropping this in here since the other one is going to take quite some time

[confoundthemighty]

[Aziraphale's head rests on Crowley's shoulder. His eyes are shut and there's a look of utter bliss on his face--though he can't know it, right now he looks very much like the angel he once was.

Of course when he opens his mouth the illusion is ruined.]

"Good" doesn't begin to cover it. You wicked, wicked angel.

[Though his voice is low and rumbling, there's no tension in his body at all now.]

I swear I'm done editing now. I think.

[duckshaveears]

Yes, how dare I give you backrubs and soap you down. Heinous sins to have on my conscience.

[He chuckles and kisses Aziraphale's head, then delicately nibbles at his earlobe.]

You love it.

[Said with a certain amount of smugness. Who could blame him? He has the world's foremost hedonist and tempter reposing on him in state of utter contentment.]

Augh it's so delightful <3

[confoundthemighty]

[He breathes in deeply, spine taking on a slight liquid arch at the feel of teeth against his ear. Tonight is going to be pure delight, he can already tell, and it feels like a reward for letting the Antichrist scribble on him.]

I love you.

[Aziraphale tips his head back a little further, lazily inviting. The words feel like a song tonight.]

Yay!

[duckshaveears]

I know.

[Crowley nuzzles Aziraphale's ear with his nose, then kisses it again, kisses the sensitive skin behind. One of his hands strokes over Aziraphale's chest with a little more purpose, as he brushes the heel of his palm over taut nipples.]

Love you too. Rather a ridiculous amount.

[He grins against Aziraphale's skin.]

You most susceptible of foul fiends.