𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖞

Crowley smiles against his lips, and raises a hand up to slip the scarf off of his neck. He glances at it briefly, then tosses it aside in the opposite direction of the jacket. He raises Aziraphale's hands up to his shirt, to the buttons there. Crowley could easily miracle off his own shirt, make it appear somewhere in a neat little pile somewhere, but there's something wonderfully seductive in the slow undressing, in carefully revealing each layer of skin.

He leans back from kissing Aziraphale to look at him, half-naked in front of him. There is the black mark across his chest, but he glances over that quickly. The rest of him is...it's beautiful. Always hidden under so many layers.

He leans down and presses a kiss to Aziraphale's collarbone. Careful and polite, just as Aziraphale's requests are.