Aziraphale is selfish---and foolish, and gluttonous, and more than a bit holier-than-thou---and Crowley adores him for it. He could drop to his knees and worship at the temple of Aziraphale for all of his many, many little flaws, because they are all so very unique to him. Angels are supposed to be perfect, but it's Aziraphale's imperfections that make him worth knowing.
Crowley doubts anyone else would understand.
His hand slides from Aziraphale's hip to his front, where he deftly undoes the top button of his trousers. Removing the shirts, well, that was one thing. That was one step. The trousers is a whole different step, a whole different walk into a whole different place. He breaks from the kiss to look down between them where his hand is frozen over the second button. He looks back up at the angel, confirming permission.
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Date: 2019-09-15 01:14 am (UTC)Crowley doubts anyone else would understand.
His hand slides from Aziraphale's hip to his front, where he deftly undoes the top button of his trousers. Removing the shirts, well, that was one thing. That was one step. The trousers is a whole different step, a whole different walk into a whole different place. He breaks from the kiss to look down between them where his hand is frozen over the second button. He looks back up at the angel, confirming permission.