Crowley smiles against Aziraphale's gentle kisses. The sheer sweetness of the angel, of his gestures, of his love. Should've expected it, really. Aziraphale is an angel, after all. Sure, he's a bit of a bastard, but he's definitely got too much good in him to be anything but totally gentle and loving in a moment like this. That gives Crowley the responsibility to lead the way into temptation, into the more debauched of the ways to share in romance.
It is a responsibility he takes on gladly.
He moves his hand down as Aziraphale spreads his legs, and presses a finger against Aziraphale's opening. A thought makes it instantly just a little slick, and he gives it a gentle push inside. He moves slow, careful, cautious, taking in Aziraphale's every response before moving forward.
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Date: 2019-09-26 10:00 pm (UTC)It is a responsibility he takes on gladly.
He moves his hand down as Aziraphale spreads his legs, and presses a finger against Aziraphale's opening. A thought makes it instantly just a little slick, and he gives it a gentle push inside. He moves slow, careful, cautious, taking in Aziraphale's every response before moving forward.