[ As Crowley has him caught between slithering hips and a deft hand, he can do little but try to remain in this position, one hand now braced against Crowley's face and his entire body bowed over in his idolatry, mouth so close to Crowley's but so far, too gone to attempt at anything resembling a kiss. Sounds and shudders wrack through him vengefully, as close as he is to his release, each slick slide pushing into him a swell like a wave fighting against the inevitable. ]
Crowley, oh--
[ His little request seems to send firecrackers sparking through Aziraphale, and he comes without warning, for the first time in several hundred years shouting: ]
Fuck!
[ He gets he sensation of his whole body cresting and crashing, tension all leaving him at once through every spare inch of him as he orgasms. It feels like it lasts both too long and too short, all the love and light of him tinging just a little darker at the edges as ropes of seed streak across both their fronts and stain Crowley with his mark all the way up to his chin.
Though he feels run ragged, his senses return from where they've flared away from him, and he realizes quickly that he isn't done. His hips with renewed motivation crush wildly against Crowley's and he and bears down, constricts the muscles around him until it's almost too much for Aziraphale to handle in his marvelously addled state. ]
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Crowley, oh--
[ His little request seems to send firecrackers sparking through Aziraphale, and he comes without warning, for the first time in several hundred years shouting: ]
Fuck!
[ He gets he sensation of his whole body cresting and crashing, tension all leaving him at once through every spare inch of him as he orgasms. It feels like it lasts both too long and too short, all the love and light of him tinging just a little darker at the edges as ropes of seed streak across both their fronts and stain Crowley with his mark all the way up to his chin.
Though he feels run ragged, his senses return from where they've flared away from him, and he realizes quickly that he isn't done. His hips with renewed motivation crush wildly against Crowley's and he and bears down, constricts the muscles around him until it's almost too much for Aziraphale to handle in his marvelously addled state. ]