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Hm. [ He kisses Aziraphale’s lips again, gently. ]

I dunno, difficult to think of it as a problem from right here...

[ He skims a hand down, finding a ticklish spot and teasing a bit. ]

Oh- [ That makes him jump, and he harmlessly taps a hand on the demon's shoulder. ]

Crowley. [ Fresh! Oh, but how amused does he look. ]

[ Crowley smiles, only slightly wicked, and even as the angel continues to squirm, catches his mouth again. His lips are still parted, on a laugh, on his name, whatever, and Crowley experimentally takes advantage of the situation, swiping his tongue into Aziraphale’s mouth, needing a better taste.

He’s definitely getting a bit fresh. ]

[ He makes a quiet sound of surprise, muffled, eyes opening, hitching a breath, but he doesn't...quite...pull away.

He only blinks, taking a moment to flutter his eyes closed and and gently grips on Crowley's arms. Whatever temptation the demon's putting on, he's apparently chosen to reciprocate. ]

[ When Aziraphale holds him instead of pulling away, Crowley makes a somewhat helpless noise in the back of his throat, and lets a hand tangle in the angel’s hair. He’s not taking any more liberties - at least not yet - but he’s going to take full advantage of the liberty he’s already taken, because he can’t imagine how kissing the angel could get any better, and yet it just did. ]

[ He's full of surprises, isn't he?

The hand in his hair makes his chest flutter in ways he doesn't remember feeling. One of his hands comes up to the back of Crowley's neck, not quite gripping, gentle, but there, while the other brushes up his arm and against his side, right under his ribs.

He's very soft too, for what it's worth. Warm and familiar. Oh, he could get lost in this, and never come back. ]

[ He can’t help the moan he lets out as they kiss and hold each other and kiss some more - it’s needy, almost, and aroused, and this is so much more than he ever thought would be possible with the angel.

Eventually, he has to stop, has to break the kiss, if only because he needs to get control of himself again. But all he can do is stare into Aziraphale’s eyes, stroking his hair, love and desire and everything just - there, between them. ]

[ That sound coming from Crowley does more than he could probably admit, at least now. But he knows, oh, he knows he's going to be thinking about it for a while.

He's breathing a bit heavier - but still soft, always, quiet - catching his breath and not breaking his gaze. So much that's going to go unsaid, as if it could break this moment at any time, but it hangs there and won't go ignored. His hand is still on his side, another behind his neck, Crowley's hand is still in his hair, and he just wants to pull him in again.

It's maybe too much. But he doesn't want to let go. Maybe he's too selfish. Maybe he shouldn't bother with these questions at all.

Despite his own body not being more than a construct and a choice, he doesn't catch himself before he says it again- ]

I love you.

[ He makes another sound, because frankly? It’s much more than the physical going on here. The words ring so true and earnest from his angel that they send a shiver through his body and he holds on tighter. ]

Say it again?

[ He almost hates himself for how much he needs to hear it, all the time, over and over. ]

[ In that moment, Aziraphale realizes he could say it over and over and over, if that's what Crowley wanted.

The hand behind the demons neck pulls him closer, and the angel presses a kiss to his brow and looks him close.]

I love you...

[ Quieter, more private. Only and forever for them. ]

I love you, too.

[ Oh, it's good. It's so good to say it. He simultaneously wants to shout it from the sky so that everyone can hear, and also keep it just between them, but he could do this forever. ]

Suppose we could keep saying it back and forth for a bit. [ He jokes, because he knows he'd have to stop to kiss the angel again. ]

[ Of course, that's only natural.

Aziraphale smiles almost giddily, in that way he does every time he thinks of something funny. ]

For all of eternity?

[ One mountain he wouldn't mind climbing over and over and over and over. ]

We could give it a shot.

[ Crowley pets Aziraphale's hair affectionately. ]

Or we could just kiss, instead...

I like that one.

[ A little less coy. Just a little bit. He still looks down and smiles almost shyly, but he doesn't hesitate. He brushes his finger thought the hair on the back of Crowley's neck.

They're really not going to talk about the tongue business. ]

[ They're not going to talk about it, perhaps, but Crowley is going to do it again - right now. Kiss him again, gently coax his lips apart, perhaps less intense than earlier - more leisurely, more exploring, if Aziraphale will allow it, anyway. ]

[ Oh, and he does. There's a very faint sound to him, very quiet, as he parts his lips slightly and tilts his head, and the hand on the back of Crowley's head digs into his hair.

His other hand brushes down to his shoulder, his collar, his chest - just gently brushing against the skin, feeling the warmth, the softness. Down to his ribs and landing sweetly on his side, resting there where it feels like it belongs.

The voices, the doubts, they're getting quieter, farther away. Maybe he can't match the speed, but he can meet him there. ]

[ Aziraphale's touches are so incredible, as far as Crowley is concerned. He finds himself shivering again as that hand skips over his ribs, and he has to laugh into his mouth. ]

Angel... you're already so good at this...

[ He hums curiously, vaguely. Though he can't help but feel flushed. If he looks at him too much, he might hesitate, and that would be the whole effort gone. ]

Only for you, my love...

[ Does that even make sense? He doesn't even know if that makes sense.

But he'll avoid thinking about it by taking the time to press a few kisses on the corner of his mouth, on his cheek, down on his neck, right under his jaw. Very soft, tender kisses. Not quite digging in there, all very careful, but each one of them a message and a promise. ]

[ Crowley sighs, more than happy to let Aziraphale do as he pleases. In fact, he shifts, rolling onto his back and tugging the angel along with, to give Aziraphale a better chance to do so. ]

Well, don't stop.

[ Now he does falter, finding himself on top of the demon, albeit still hidden away in their comfortable bed. It snaps him out of his...daze? Focus? Or any other word you might like to call it, and he takes a moment just looking down at him.

And he doesn't quite say anything. Perhaps he lingers a few seconds too long, looking like he has something to say, but never quite getting there. There is...oh, there is a lot to this. Don't mind if he spares a glance to what parts of Crowley's body he can see this way. His eyes, his mouth, his chest...

He swallows dryly, but he doesn't clear his throat. Finally leans down to press his lips against the demon's neck and closes his eyes, resuming his trail of well devoted kisses. Nothing that'll leave a mark, but careful all the same, all important, all considered. One hand on the opposite crook of his neck, the other finding its place on his side, right where there's the slightest hint of a curve, somewhere where it can hold onto nicely.

There's barely any pressure to his movements. Some uncertainty. But that can certainly be worked on.]

[ Crowley just lays back, running his hands up Aziraphale's arms to his shoulders, then loosely around his neck. He doesn't do anything to push him in any particular direction, just waits. ]

You can't do anything wrong, y'know.

[ He means that as encouragement, though whether the angel will take it that way is up in the air, he supposes. When Aziraphale ducks down to kiss his neck, he tilts his head to give him more room. ]

[ He does, and he spares a glance up at him for just a moment. Though not as long this time, as he's wont to try and get it right.

Even if he's uncertain. Maybe because he is.

He catches himself to be leaning over the demon, a bit too stiff - he gently rests his weight down on him, relaxes. His hand tenderly squeezes on his slender side, before brushing its way over to his belly, resting there. And his kisses gain a bit more weight to them, more consistency, more certainty. From his neck to his shoulder, to his collar, and right to his throat.

He's not quite good at tempting, you see. But the reassurance does have an effect, and he tries, and he wants, if nothing else, to show that he's listening, that he's there, that he loves him more than anything. ]

[ Aziraphale is much better at tempting than he thinks he is, really. Crowley certainly has no complaints, no matter how hesitant the angel seems at times. ]

Feels good.

[ He spares him another glance, and it won't be the last.

Kisses, a bit more firm, back down to his collar, down to his chest, and those eyes at looking up at the demon again. His hands gingerly rest on his sides, and he angel falters. ]

My dear-- [ Is now the time to be formal?] Crowley.

[ The demon might've done more than just change their perspective.]

Is this...

[ 'Is this what you want. Is this right', he fails to finish, but lets it linger.]

This is good.

[ He smiles, petting Aziraphale's hair gently. ]

Perfect, really.

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