Crowley has always gone too fast. Wanted drinks with Aziraphale when they were still basically enemies, wanted to sort out an arrangement with Aziraphale when he thought they were doing the right things in their respective posts, considered him his best friend when Aziraphale still had the lines drawn firmly in the sand between them. And now? What about now?
Now, he can feel Aziraphale's hands on his shoulders, feel him take in a breath at the feeling of his tongue against his neck. Crowley presses another kiss to his jaw, and slides his hands up Aziraphale's back, under his jacket. The bed is one room away, the wall is right there, there's a couch and they could----they could----
He pulls back, enough to look down at the angel, to fully look at his face, to see what his reactions are. As if to say Is this what you want?
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Date: 2019-09-13 12:22 am (UTC)Now, he can feel Aziraphale's hands on his shoulders, feel him take in a breath at the feeling of his tongue against his neck. Crowley presses another kiss to his jaw, and slides his hands up Aziraphale's back, under his jacket. The bed is one room away, the wall is right there, there's a couch and they could----they could----
He pulls back, enough to look down at the angel, to fully look at his face, to see what his reactions are. As if to say Is this what you want?