goodtobebad | open post;

[ 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.

[ The smile is enough to wash over him and push away any doubt. Most of it, at least.

He crawls back up, wraps his arms around the demon, gently and warmly burrowing his face into the crook of his neck. He places a kiss there two, three, but mostly feels their bodies press together, in a closeness he's not sure he's had before.]

[ Crowley hums happily, wrapping his arms around the angel to keep him close aa they lie together. ]

Perfect.

[ Another kiss on his neck. One on his cheek. Then simply resting his head against Crowley's, finally opening his eyes again, and sighing, content.]

Crowley.

[ He's clearly smiling as he mumbles, as it comes through his voice. Speaking right near the demon's ear, by the way the angels head is resting down. ]

My dear... are you going to tell me what you want?

[ For how many times Crowley asks and checks and waits, Aziraphale knows there's some expectations. He's willing to hear them, too.

One of his hands slips out from under the demon's back, back to his side, petting it idly. ]

[ Crowley’s eyes have fallen shut, but at the question, he opens them again to look at the angel. Oh, but this is nice, being so close, and he doesn’t even care that he thought the word “nice”. ]

Um. This.

[ He smiles a little. ]

You. Here, with me. Maybe more, eventually, if you want. But there’s plenty of time for that. Long as I’ve got you.

[ A tender smile, barely an inch from his face. His hand keeps idly petting the soft skin, before coming to rest on Crowley's chest.

He turns his head slightly, shifts and sits up just enough to neatly pull the covers up to their stomachs, even so far as to pat them down. But he's soon back to that exact same spot, comfortably resting half on him, hand to his chest, thumb petting mindlessly over the skin.]

Easily arranged.

Yep. You're never opening the bookshop again.

[ He grins, affectionately pinching Aziraphale's side. ]

[ He laughs quietly, soft and bright, only interrupted when he jumps at being pinched. ]

You stop that. [ An order that would probably be more effective if he wasn't still smiling.

He holds the demon's wrist, to keep it out of trouble.]

I might have to rethink this whole bed business if that's how you're behaving.

Oh, no.

[ He flops back to the pillows. ]

Anything but that, angel. You wouldn't be so cruel, to give this to me only to take it away...

V thirsty

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject