Crowley gasps against Aziraphale's neck at the feeling of him, at the feeling of them together. He gets the sensation of waves again, reaching up and cresting towards a beach, threatening to break. He can feel waves of pleasure, waves of bliss hit him with every sensation, every movement, threatening to spill over into something else entirely.
Not that Crowley is naive, of course. He knows how sex works, he knows how pleasure works, but it's never been like this. He's never been with anyone who has made his wings come out in pure ecstasy before. Never had anyone made him think about how he's beaten Hell.
There's never been music before.
No, Aziraphale is something entirely new. This is far too unique, far too special, to ever let go.
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Date: 2019-10-04 12:52 am (UTC)Not that Crowley is naive, of course. He knows how sex works, he knows how pleasure works, but it's never been like this. He's never been with anyone who has made his wings come out in pure ecstasy before. Never had anyone made him think about how he's beaten Hell.
There's never been music before.
No, Aziraphale is something entirely new. This is far too unique, far too special, to ever let go.