"Shall we do that again?" he murmurs against Aziraphale's neck. Another feeling, from him to Aziraphale. Pure bliss from doing something dangerous, like driving 90 down the middle of Londontown. Pleasure, to the angel, as he touches him, as he strokes him.
He moans against Aziraphale's neck at his touch. The touch of his hands shoots warmth down his legs, to his spine. It feels amazing.
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"Shall we do that again?" he murmurs against Aziraphale's neck. Another feeling, from him to Aziraphale. Pure bliss from doing something dangerous, like driving 90 down the middle of Londontown. Pleasure, to the angel, as he touches him, as he strokes him.
He moans against Aziraphale's neck at his touch. The touch of his hands shoots warmth down his legs, to his spine. It feels amazing.
"I want you," he says.