He doesn't want to end this, either, he doesn't want to stop. This feels too good, this connection feels too pure. At the same time, he can feel his body pulling him towards climax and it's like an avalanche of sensation sweeping through him---he knows he can't stop it as it starts to pour over him. His own wings move towards Aziraphale's, creating a cocoon of darkness around them.
He could easily fall into Aziraphale and never want to come out.
He cries out Aziraphale's name into his neck as he feels himself push over that edge. All of the muscles in his body tighten, and pleasure shoots through him, as every cell in his body lights up with the white-hot pleasure of his orgasm. All he can feel is the angel in his arms, all he can see is him. Everything is his love for Aziraphale in that moment.
He feels like he has been holding a coil tight for six thousand years and has finally let it go.
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He could easily fall into Aziraphale and never want to come out.
He cries out Aziraphale's name into his neck as he feels himself push over that edge. All of the muscles in his body tighten, and pleasure shoots through him, as every cell in his body lights up with the white-hot pleasure of his orgasm. All he can feel is the angel in his arms, all he can see is him. Everything is his love for Aziraphale in that moment.
He feels like he has been holding a coil tight for six thousand years and has finally let it go.