He presses his lips to Aziraphale's collarbone, and then to his chest, right above the black mark there. He wants to try again, he wants to see if he can heal him again---but that's for another moment, another moment of trust and giving, not for this moment. They can take care of each other as they need to, because they have each other, now.
Another kiss, this one at his sternum, and then again, at his ribcage, slowly working his way down his torso, tasting his skin.
He's reveling inside in the feeling of Aziraphale's soul entwined with his. Sliding himself against the angel, twisting him around himself. Physical intimacy and ecstasy is one thing, but something so private, so intimate, that's something humans can never do. They can never have what he has right now with Aziraphale. It is entirely theirs
He traces his lips down the angel's stomach, to rest just above his hips. He moves his lips to his hipbone to kiss, and then the other, before looking up, as if asking for permission.
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Date: 2019-09-22 02:25 am (UTC)Another kiss, this one at his sternum, and then again, at his ribcage, slowly working his way down his torso, tasting his skin.
He's reveling inside in the feeling of Aziraphale's soul entwined with his. Sliding himself against the angel, twisting him around himself. Physical intimacy and ecstasy is one thing, but something so private, so intimate, that's something humans can never do. They can never have what he has right now with Aziraphale. It is entirely theirs
He traces his lips down the angel's stomach, to rest just above his hips. He moves his lips to his hipbone to kiss, and then the other, before looking up, as if asking for permission.