Crowley lets out a quiet moan at the feel of the angel's lips against his skin, at the sound of his words. He's waited so long to be able to say these words, to hear them, that it feels like he's dreaming, with only the feel of Aziraphale's breath and lips against his skin holding him into place in the real world.
He slides his two fingers in, curling them, moving them in and out. He wants to give sensation even as he prepares the angel's corporation. He wants what he's always wanted: to make Aziraphale feel good, to feel pleasure in everything he does. He's spent countless days just watching him in indulge in food or drink and felt nothing but pleasure at the sight of him. Now, he watches the angel's face as he touches him, moves for him.
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Date: 2019-09-29 10:54 pm (UTC)He slides his two fingers in, curling them, moving them in and out. He wants to give sensation even as he prepares the angel's corporation. He wants what he's always wanted: to make Aziraphale feel good, to feel pleasure in everything he does. He's spent countless days just watching him in indulge in food or drink and felt nothing but pleasure at the sight of him. Now, he watches the angel's face as he touches him, moves for him.