Crowley

[theangelfell]

"Someone hit on me at the bookshop today," Aziraphale said conversationally as he changed into his pajamas beside Crowley's bed.

They'd talked about getting a new place together, but it hadn't happened yet, and for whatever reason they found themselves more frequently at Crowley's place than Aziraphale's. But now Aziraphale kept pajamas and nice smelling soap here.

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[sauntereddownward]

"So that's what all the fuss is about," he said drowsily. "Good fuss."

[theangelfell]

"Oh, yes," sighed Aziraphale. "What... what did it feel like?"

[sauntereddownward]

"I don't think I could tell you," Crowley said thoughtfully. "But we'll do it the other way round so you can feel it, too," he decided. Maybe not now as he was feeling a bit like a pudding. But soon.

[theangelfell]

"I think I'd like that," Aziraphale said nervously. "That was... the feeling of being inside you... and it was okay, really? I was okay?"

[sauntereddownward]

"You were remarkable. I could barely tell where you ended and I began," he admitted softly.

[theangelfell]

"Oh." Aziraphale blushed happily. "Yes, same."

[sauntereddownward]

"I don't see any reason we can't do that every single day," he said. Now that he'd recovered a bit he was quite eager to enjoy the angel as much as possible.

[theangelfell]

"... chafing?" Aziraphale suggested weakly.

[sauntereddownward]

"I doubt very much that would be an issue for us," he replied thoughtfully. "But maybe, if we showered a lot, there might be cause for that nice lotion in the bathroom..."