Another Year, Another Open RP Post

[duckshaveears]

Currently offering: Crowley, angel!Crowley, Haleth. Will update this if that changes. If you want one of those three, have at it.

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HEY SO GUESS WHAT I FOUND IN MY NOTES

[confoundthemighty]

A long shiver runs through Aziraphale as he melts into the kiss. Through the blurry heat of the dream his own pulse beats a fevered counterpoint against Crowley’s; he honest-to-somebody properly swoons.

No angel should feel desire, but I do. I desire you, and further than that I want you to desire me in return. I want you to be so overwhelmed with how much you want me that we have no choice but to give in.

He’s greedier with his kisses than he’s dared to be yet in life. His free hand clutches at Crowley’s back, an insistent phantom pressure, and his fingers held against Crowley’s heart tighten and tremble. With a great deal more sense memory to draw on, these dream-kisses are vivid and perfect—they’re every remembered moment of the best ones between them in life so far, but with the added enhancement of the secret more-than-physical want he’s allowing himself to feel.

In life I have had to make an art of denying myself the experiences I crave the most. I have grown expert at gracefully justifying why I can’t simply act as I please and telling myself it builds character, and I’m sick of it. Here where no one can see us, I want to drink so deeply of my desires that I nearly choke.

HEY GUESS WHAT I RESPONDED TO AT 1AM

[duckshaveears]

It's the greed that makes Crowley's head spin. Aziraphale is an eager hedonist at heart, but millennia of denial aren't easily cast aside. Except now, here, they are, and his angel apparently feels more free than ever to be unrestrained. The open, unrepentant hunger is greater than anything Crowley’s ever experienced from him in the waking world, and he craves it.

"Yes." The word is hissed into their mouths, approval and permission and a demand all in one. Crowley only barely manages to remember the scene they're playing, and takes a quick breath to gather his thoughts. Very quick, snatched between kisses. "You've been ssssso hungry, haven't you, angel? So alone." He tears himself away from Aziraphale's mouth and nips at his jawline instead, then his neck. The pale skin there is already flushed. "You'll never be alone again, never empty, never unsatisfied." He sucks a bruise into the skin, Crowley was here, and revels in Aziraphale's gasps and clutching fingers. "Never left wanting. I'll fill all your days and nights, Aziraphale, I swear it."

It's straight out of a romance novel and Crowley should be writhing with embarrassment over it, but for once he doesn't care in the least. Not with Aziraphale gasping in his arms, lustful and responsive, so responsive to every bite and kiss and caress. If a bit of playacting and cheesy dialogue gets him this response, Crowley will chew scenery better than Burbage ever dreamed of doing. "Haven't you wanted this?" he whispered in Aziraphale's ear before flicking his tongue agajnst the sensitive skin there. "To not deny yourself anymore, to give in?" Another flick, and he knows how heated breath just here can shoot down the spine and make toes curl. "To drown in pleasure such as you've never known before..."