Crowley would like to recant his earlier statement about sins. He had originally thought that lust was a good sin, but not nearly as much fun or wonderful as sloth, which was pretty great and fantastic all by itself. Gluttony (especially that of wine) was up there too, almost above lust. But that sound that Aziraphale just made? That low moan he's trying to hide away? That makes Crowley completely change his mind on sins. Because he'd give up Heaven all over again to hear a noise like that come from the angel. Oh, yes.
He traces his tongue along the head, then delicately traces his teeth----oh, just enough to tease---before resuming his work, bobbing his head, working his lips.
They'd never talked about lovers or temptations or flings at all---but surely Aziraphale had...? It would have been impossible for him not to. Far too desirable an angel, far too good and charming. Probably had loads of poets in the 1800s following him around, doting after his perfect hair and bowtie. Such a pity there was always the line between them, then. They always met like covert spies, sharing drinks and information, but never touches. Never this.
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He traces his tongue along the head, then delicately traces his teeth----oh, just enough to tease---before resuming his work, bobbing his head, working his lips.
They'd never talked about lovers or temptations or flings at all---but surely Aziraphale had...? It would have been impossible for him not to. Far too desirable an angel, far too good and charming. Probably had loads of poets in the 1800s following him around, doting after his perfect hair and bowtie. Such a pity there was always the line between them, then. They always met like covert spies, sharing drinks and information, but never touches. Never this.