It was more an exhalation of a sound than a full sound itself; a whisper and not a word; but Aziraphale was nodding before Crowley had finished speaking, blue eyes dark as the midnight sky above them, stained with desire.
Carefully, Aziraphale turned his head and rested his lips against the delicate shell of Crowley's ear. "Yes, I do," he said, a touch more seriously, holding still even as Crowley's talented hands continued to touch him, the soft vibrations of the hissing setting off nerves he didn't even know he had. He moaned as Crowley spoke, chanting a soft litany of, 'Yes, yes, yes...' He had wanked, he had for no other reason than the dizzying hard-on that-
"It wa- is all your fault," Aziraphale maintained, knowing he was affirming Crowley's laying-open of his secrets and uncaring, his chanting earlier had confirmed it more. "You know I did - ever since... oh, just after you had that nightmare, and you were half-naked and I couldn't help but notice... O, you tempt me so with just being you."
His hips shifted, impatient, and it could not be taken as anything but impatience. "So yes, Crowley," Aziraphale concludes in a rush, the tips of loose dark hair hiding the fair flushed skin as the angel cups his cheek, "Fuck me."
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Date: 2006-09-14 06:19 am (UTC)It was more an exhalation of a sound than a full sound itself; a whisper and not a word; but Aziraphale was nodding before Crowley had finished speaking, blue eyes dark as the midnight sky above them, stained with desire.
Carefully, Aziraphale turned his head and rested his lips against the delicate shell of Crowley's ear. "Yes, I do," he said, a touch more seriously, holding still even as Crowley's talented hands continued to touch him, the soft vibrations of the hissing setting off nerves he didn't even know he had. He moaned as Crowley spoke, chanting a soft litany of, 'Yes, yes, yes...' He had wanked, he had for no other reason than the dizzying hard-on that-
"It wa- is all your fault," Aziraphale maintained, knowing he was affirming Crowley's laying-open of his secrets and uncaring, his chanting earlier had confirmed it more. "You know I did - ever since... oh, just after you had that nightmare, and you were half-naked and I couldn't help but notice... O, you tempt me so with just being you."
His hips shifted, impatient, and it could not be taken as anything but impatience. "So yes, Crowley," Aziraphale concludes in a rush, the tips of loose dark hair hiding the fair flushed skin as the angel cups his cheek, "Fuck me."