[ Aziraphale crawls in between Crowley's legs and finishes slipping off his trousers, leaving him naked but for the shirt, and can't begin to describe the vision lay before him. He feels caught in suspension as if he had just unveiled a masterpiece for the first time, carved out of brimstone but smooth as marble, everything about him a marvel. He forgets to breathe, just for a second, his eyes so dark heaven's light couldn't reach. This is a sin. This is absolutely a sin, to even witness. And Crowley is all his, to consume, to devour, to please mercilessly until he begs for Aziraphale to stop.
He kisses hungrily at Crowley's neck and chest, settling upon a nipple which he teases as his hands re-accustom themselves to familiar places, thoroughly checking Crowley over with his hands to see if anything's changed or if he still responds to a press in between his ribs, to a feather-light brush behind the knees. He vows to have no part of Crowley unmapped by the time they're through, discover every single piece of him that other lovers may have left behind, waiting for Aziraphale.
He slides his hand down Crowley's front and grasps his cock with delighted fingers, but on some sudden realization, comes down slightly from this decadent fantasy. ]
You may have to miracle a little...
[ He can't exactly show up to report why he needed to miracle a little lubricant. He may just have to purchase some from an actual store - it's much easier now than it had been in the old days. But he's sure that if Heaven were to ever check his records, he wouldn't want this showing up. ]
--Nevermind.
[ He says this immediately and almost scrambles just as quickly down, aching for a taste, to position his face between Crowley's legs. He starts by sucking little kisses on the soft parts of his thigh, careful to leave a mark to remind him of the one he'd made underneath Aziraphale's collar, the one he saw in the mirror every time he undressed for a week, and delayed all his plans for about ten minutes so he could go take care of a little predicament that happened to arise without fail. ]
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He kisses hungrily at Crowley's neck and chest, settling upon a nipple which he teases as his hands re-accustom themselves to familiar places, thoroughly checking Crowley over with his hands to see if anything's changed or if he still responds to a press in between his ribs, to a feather-light brush behind the knees. He vows to have no part of Crowley unmapped by the time they're through, discover every single piece of him that other lovers may have left behind, waiting for Aziraphale.
He slides his hand down Crowley's front and grasps his cock with delighted fingers, but on some sudden realization, comes down slightly from this decadent fantasy. ]
You may have to miracle a little...
[ He can't exactly show up to report why he needed to miracle a little lubricant. He may just have to purchase some from an actual store - it's much easier now than it had been in the old days. But he's sure that if Heaven were to ever check his records, he wouldn't want this showing up. ]
--Nevermind.
[ He says this immediately and almost scrambles just as quickly down, aching for a taste, to position his face between Crowley's legs. He starts by sucking little kisses on the soft parts of his thigh, careful to leave a mark to remind him of the one he'd made underneath Aziraphale's collar, the one he saw in the mirror every time he undressed for a week, and delayed all his plans for about ten minutes so he could go take care of a little predicament that happened to arise without fail. ]