[ Each urgent motion of his hips pushes his cock deeper, his entire body focused on the pleasure of it, the feeling of Aziraphale's hips between his hands and the heat of his arse around his cock, how he sinks down on him to take more and more and oh, he knew it would be wonderful to watch Aziraphale ride him but he couldn't possibly have known it would be this decadent. Aziraphale shifts above him, bracing himself forward against him and finding a new angle at which to fuck himself on his cock, and Crowley watches the shock of pleasure cross his face, watches how his thighs tremble and he seems barely able to breathe, his own captivated gaze taking in every part of him. Aziraphale is so lovely, such an obscene and beautiful sight, to watch an angel ride a demon, his white wings spread and shivering--Crowley groans, closing his eyes briefly as though to look at him is to be in pain, but opening them again almost at once to keep watching. He can't tear his gaze away, he can't miss a moment of this. He wants to sear it into his memory, to be revisited again and again.
His hand grips Aziraphale's tightly in return, and when that breathless order comes to touch him Crowley groans, letting go of his hip and bringing his hand to Aziraphale's cock, trusting his angel to be able to take it as he fucks up into him with abandon. Breath hisses and he arches up in sinuous motions, his palm curved over Aziraphale's cock and fingers generously tight around him, working up and down the shaft as he drinks in everything about Aziraphale greedily. His cock slides in deep with obscenely slick sounds, pumping into Aziraphale's tight arse, the pleasure of it wrenching through his body as he trembles and holds off his release, wanting to see Aziraphale reach his first--
He wants to worship him, use every part of himself to bring him pleasure, for hours if he can. ]
Come on me, angel.
[ Crowley tells him in a rough, breathless voice, yellow eyes fixed intently on him. ]
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His hand grips Aziraphale's tightly in return, and when that breathless order comes to touch him Crowley groans, letting go of his hip and bringing his hand to Aziraphale's cock, trusting his angel to be able to take it as he fucks up into him with abandon. Breath hisses and he arches up in sinuous motions, his palm curved over Aziraphale's cock and fingers generously tight around him, working up and down the shaft as he drinks in everything about Aziraphale greedily. His cock slides in deep with obscenely slick sounds, pumping into Aziraphale's tight arse, the pleasure of it wrenching through his body as he trembles and holds off his release, wanting to see Aziraphale reach his first--
He wants to worship him, use every part of himself to bring him pleasure, for hours if he can. ]
Come on me, angel.
[ Crowley tells him in a rough, breathless voice, yellow eyes fixed intently on him. ]
I want to see you.