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[goodtobebad]

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[goodtobebad]

Crowley gasps at the stimulation, trembling a little but not struggling. Aziraphale is the stronger, for sure, but he’s not especially interested in testing that right now. He’d rather be good.

“Wasn’t,” he insists. “Didn’t say I couldn’t touch you.”

[theniceone]

"Mm." He grants that point, but with a raised eyebrow. "Well, don't. Raise your hands above your head and keep them there."

He keeps moving his finger with a slow deliberation that he knows will frustrate more than it pleases at this point, as he waits.

[goodtobebad]

Crowley whimpers and complies, raising his hands to grab at the headboard so he doesn’t give in to the temptation of touching the angel.

He watches Aziraphale, licking his lips and shifting his legs almost restlessly. “Angel,” he whines.

[theniceone]

"Yes, darling?" Almost absently asked, as Aziraphale adds another finger, crooks them just so. He smirks faintly, watching Crowley's skin flush in reaction. "You're doing just fine. You know I'll take care of you, don't you? Tell me."

[goodtobebad]

It’s more difficult to exercise self-restraint when he’s not actually tied up - but that’s part of the point, isn’t it? Yes, it is.

“Yes,” he says, his voice a little breathless despite not needing to breathe. “You take good care of me. Know what I need.”

Though right now he needs more. His body is alight with it, toes curling and thighs trembling.