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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THREE TIMES MAKES IT A TREND

[duckshaveears]

Crowley had completely forgotten about the snake. In his hindbrain, the very small part not occupied by an armful of aroused, eager, half-naked angel (which deserves a lot of attention, so there really is very little left of Crowley’s brain to question), he remembers the snake is sort of him but really a part of Aziraphale himself and under Aziraphale's direction rather than his own, which suggests a number of interesting possibilities and inclinations on Aziraphale's part.

That same part also wonders how many kinks are involved in having a threesome with your own doppelganger in ophidian form, then sets it aside. The snake is part of Aziraphale, therefore Crowley loves it unreservedly, no more information needed. Besides, it's helpfully pushing what few clothes Aziraphale is wearing out of the way, and Crowley is not about to argue with that.

"Then take it." He keeps his voice low and throaty, heat and honey. "Take what you want. It's yours. I'm yours."

Pressed together like this it's easy to rub his thigh against the thick, heavy cock hanging between them, teasing. It leaves a wet streak along his skin, and Crowley growls a little at this evidence of Aziraphale's desire. The snake grows larger, longer, as it loops around their waists, pulling them closer. It rests its head on Crowley’s shoulder, and Crowley pulls back just far enough for Aziraphale to be able to see them both. "All of me is yours."

LETS GO FOR FOUR also this might get FAIRLY kinky…..

[confoundthemighty]

Though Aziraphale’s gaze darts to the snake a moment, he’s drawn back to Crowley’s face. This time when he leans in close, his voice has dropped low; the hunger radiating from him gives a rumbling edge to his words.

“I want everything you have to offer,” he murmurs, almost against the demon’s mouth. “More than that. All of you I can get. Show me how generous you can be, how much passion and pleasure we may share if you make me yours as much as you are mine.”

The last scraps of his clothing shimmer away; his hands stroke up Crowley’s back, brushing a shiver up the serpent’s scales where his touch grazes it.

“Crowley.”

For a long moment, the whole dream pulses with keenly focused desire. It’s you. It has to be you. It matters more than anything that it’s you. Just as you are, just as you have been. Always and only ever you.