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Feb. 17th, 2020 05:36 pm
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"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.

Date: 2020-02-23 03:50 am (UTC)
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Crowley bit his lip hard and whimpered. There could have been no more perfect words to hear.

Date: 2020-02-23 04:02 am (UTC)
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In no possible way did he have the wherewithal to think of that himself, but now that the angel said it he found he wanted nothing more. His hand slid between them and he arched back.

"I'm going to die," he gasped.

Date: 2020-02-23 04:28 am (UTC)
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Angel...angel..." he panted, high pitched cries coming from his throat.

And then his fist moved like that and Aziraphale slid in deep and Crowley brain exploded. He'd not been expecting it. When he'd been in the angel's hand it had built and built. But this hit him like a truck.

He came hard, shaking silently beneath the angel.

Date: 2020-02-23 04:40 am (UTC)
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Once it was over, once he was spent, had died, and had been resurrected, Crowley laid limp beneath Aziraphale.

"Oh...my," he sighed.

Date: 2020-02-23 07:01 pm (UTC)
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"So that's what all the fuss is about," he said drowsily. "Good fuss."

Date: 2020-02-23 07:21 pm (UTC)
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"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.

Date: 2020-02-23 07:28 pm (UTC)
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"You were remarkable. I could barely tell where you ended and I began," he admitted softly.

Date: 2020-02-23 07:42 pm (UTC)
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"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.

Date: 2020-02-24 09:06 am (UTC)
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"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..."

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