Crowley raises an eyebrow and glances over at the pile of clothes, then back at Aziraphale. He would've been content to just have his clothes in a pile and his hands on Aziraphale, but the gesture is so sweet, so very kind, just like the angel himself. He closes his eyes at the touch of Aziraphale's hand to his back.
He steps forward again and presses his mouth back to Aziraphale's, cupping his face with his free hand while his other hand stays at the angel's waist, pulling him close, pulling their hips together. He wants to ask Aziraphale what he wants from this, what exactly he wants to feel, what he wants Crowley to do---but he knows that this is a delicate moment, easily broken by being too forward, or asking too much of the angel.
Instead, he's going to gently press forward. One kiss at a time, one touch at a time.
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Date: 2019-09-15 12:54 am (UTC)He steps forward again and presses his mouth back to Aziraphale's, cupping his face with his free hand while his other hand stays at the angel's waist, pulling him close, pulling their hips together. He wants to ask Aziraphale what he wants from this, what exactly he wants to feel, what he wants Crowley to do---but he knows that this is a delicate moment, easily broken by being too forward, or asking too much of the angel.
Instead, he's going to gently press forward. One kiss at a time, one touch at a time.