Satisfied at the little marks he sucked and nibbled onto Aziraphale's collarbone, Crowley presses adoring kisses to each of Aziraphale's cheeks. Just the friction of rubbing their erections together has sent a searing heat through Crowley as he scrabbles to pull Aziraphale closer.
""Aziraphale; my love, my heart -"
Crowley is babbling as he rolls and grinds his hips, panting sweet and breathless nothings against Aziraphale's cheek. He's close, so close, it's almost maddening. He's so wrapped up in the warmth of Aziraphale's lips, he doesn't notice his orgasm sneak up on him until he's spilling between them with a hoarse moan of Aziraphale's name.
And yet, even that doesn't stop the rocking of his hips - he can't seem to get enough of his lover.
Aziraphale whines, keens, makes all sorts of embarrassing noises that he didn't realize he was capable of making. His hips grow wild and he loses control of them, hardly able to do anything but hold onto Crowley as he'd had when they'd gone swimming, stars in his eyes as he comes with a gasp, quickly joining his betrothed in their mess.
He doesn't know what to say, so instead, he elects to say nothing at all and takes the back of Crowley's head, drawing him in for a long, luxuriating kiss.
What can he say with words that he can't with a kiss...? Crowley's lips slot into Aziraphale's, slow and tender as he runs his hands over Aziraphale's chest and up to his shoulders, gently kneading the soft skin under his fingertips.
Oh, how lovely Aziraphale looks in this state. Crowley can still feel the aftershocks of his orgasm, fueled by the spectacle under him. His cock is still leaking, even as it retracts into his sheath, and his fingers wander to the mess they made, smeared onto their bellies.
"You marvelous man," he murmurs between peppering Aziraphale with kisses, "You wonder, you utter beauty -"
Oh, these little kisses are so sweet and on his over-sensitive skin he heaves little sighs, pulling Crowley close, softly encouraging him to continue these little kisses like prayers left on his skin.
"Oh, I love you so dearly... Crowley," he calls, his eyes fluttering closed. "Dearest..." He's so very satisfied, but boneless, and it's hard to stay cognizant of anything else but this puddle of pleasure he's melted into.
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""Aziraphale; my love, my heart -"
Crowley is babbling as he rolls and grinds his hips, panting sweet and breathless nothings against Aziraphale's cheek. He's close, so close, it's almost maddening. He's so wrapped up in the warmth of Aziraphale's lips, he doesn't notice his orgasm sneak up on him until he's spilling between them with a hoarse moan of Aziraphale's name.
And yet, even that doesn't stop the rocking of his hips - he can't seem to get enough of his lover.
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He doesn't know what to say, so instead, he elects to say nothing at all and takes the back of Crowley's head, drawing him in for a long, luxuriating kiss.
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Oh, how lovely Aziraphale looks in this state. Crowley can still feel the aftershocks of his orgasm, fueled by the spectacle under him. His cock is still leaking, even as it retracts into his sheath, and his fingers wander to the mess they made, smeared onto their bellies.
"You marvelous man," he murmurs between peppering Aziraphale with kisses, "You wonder, you utter beauty -"
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"Oh, I love you so dearly... Crowley," he calls, his eyes fluttering closed. "Dearest..." He's so very satisfied, but boneless, and it's hard to stay cognizant of anything else but this puddle of pleasure he's melted into.