Normally, Crowley loves his tight trousers. They're fashionable, they're always in style, and they make temptations an absolute breeze. In this exact moment, he could curse them, because they mean he has to properly wriggle his way out of his trousers in a fairly undignified fashion in order to lie on the bed fully naked with Aziraphale.
Well, what's a moment's undignified wriggling to a lifetime of fashion?
He sits up once the trousers are gone and leans in for another kiss. He slides his hand down Aziraphale's torso this time, past the black mark on his chest to his ribcage, which he carefully traces his fingers along before making it to his hip. Now that there are no clothes between them, he has so many options where to touch, places he could caress or tease to give the angel different sensations. He starts with the hip, with a careful, feather-light brush against the bone there, and follows it up by tracing his fingernails lightly against the thigh.
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Date: 2019-09-21 11:48 pm (UTC)Well, what's a moment's undignified wriggling to a lifetime of fashion?
He sits up once the trousers are gone and leans in for another kiss. He slides his hand down Aziraphale's torso this time, past the black mark on his chest to his ribcage, which he carefully traces his fingers along before making it to his hip. Now that there are no clothes between them, he has so many options where to touch, places he could caress or tease to give the angel different sensations. He starts with the hip, with a careful, feather-light brush against the bone there, and follows it up by tracing his fingernails lightly against the thigh.