Crowley can swear the music is getting louder, the melody more distinct. Every movement his hips make, every thrust of pleasure makes everything seem sharper, clearer. His body is moving closer to the pinnacle, he can feel every movement push him closer to it, while his soul is still wrapped up in bliss with Aziraphale's.
He hears Aziraphale say his name and that causes him to let out an involuntary moan. Hearing his name spoken like this, feeling the angel in his arms like this---it's all he's ever fantasized about. It's all he's longed for. And now they have it, and they'll have it forever, for as long as they want.
He would certainly love to hold the angel like this every night if he'd have him.
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Date: 2019-10-05 08:42 pm (UTC)He hears Aziraphale say his name and that causes him to let out an involuntary moan. Hearing his name spoken like this, feeling the angel in his arms like this---it's all he's ever fantasized about. It's all he's longed for. And now they have it, and they'll have it forever, for as long as they want.
He would certainly love to hold the angel like this every night if he'd have him.
"Aziraphale, I'm----"