Crowley sees the angel's wings, sees him for himself. An angel. Pure and perfect, lying beneath him in a moment of pure passion and love. He can feel the angel's love and passion riding through him, in his veins. He can feel his body beneath him, feel him around him as he moves to fill him, and it's altogether so much.
So much, and Crowley wants all of it.
He slides out of Aziraphale, and then slowly back in, before working himself to a careful pace. Careful thrusts, but each one shooting pure pleasure throughout his entire body. The feeling of Aziraphale around him, the sight of him spread beneath him, it's so beautiful to behold.
His own wings spread out on his back, arching over them. Black and sleek, curling out so that the tips of them touch the edge of Aziraphale's half-curled wings. Two ethereal beings, embraced together.
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Date: 2019-09-30 01:34 am (UTC)So much, and Crowley wants all of it.
He slides out of Aziraphale, and then slowly back in, before working himself to a careful pace. Careful thrusts, but each one shooting pure pleasure throughout his entire body. The feeling of Aziraphale around him, the sight of him spread beneath him, it's so beautiful to behold.
His own wings spread out on his back, arching over them. Black and sleek, curling out so that the tips of them touch the edge of Aziraphale's half-curled wings. Two ethereal beings, embraced together.