The kiss is long enough to sate something deep within Aziraphale, to satisfy his urge to explore that particular avenue of pleasure, at least for the time being. His fear of being overwhelmed by the physical is long gone; if they can groom one another's wings and let them brush together like this, revealing their celestial selves to one another, then how can he be possibly afraid of anything else being too much for him to handle?
"Always," he says, gently combing at the curls running down Crowley's shoulders. "Always, my love." It feels a little redundant to say, but if Crowley needs the reassurance, he'll say it, as many times as the demon needs to hear it.
Slowly, the world around them comes back to him, in particular the cold, hard floor that they're both sitting on. "Take me to bed?" he asks. The desire that had been steadily burning within him flares to life and sends a little shiver along his wings. As they rub against Crowley's, he peers up at them with a touch of his usual worry. Nothing serious, just a tiny frown as he adds, "I do hope our wings fit. I'd hate to tuck mine away."
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"Always," he says, gently combing at the curls running down Crowley's shoulders. "Always, my love." It feels a little redundant to say, but if Crowley needs the reassurance, he'll say it, as many times as the demon needs to hear it.
Slowly, the world around them comes back to him, in particular the cold, hard floor that they're both sitting on. "Take me to bed?" he asks. The desire that had been steadily burning within him flares to life and sends a little shiver along his wings. As they rub against Crowley's, he peers up at them with a touch of his usual worry. Nothing serious, just a tiny frown as he adds, "I do hope our wings fit. I'd hate to tuck mine away."