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    Crowley closes his eyes as Aziraphale pushes into him, achingly slow. Concentrates on his other senses as sight disappears, on the small moans Aziraphale makes as he sinks deeper, the smell of Aziraphale’s cologne, on the taste of salt and wine and caramelised apple on the angel’s tongue as he kisses him, on the soft warmth of his skin above him, around him, inside him.
    He’s drowning in Aziraphale, and he willingly sinks deeper as Aziraphale starts moving in earnest, content to be pulled down, swept away.

    Crowley and Aziraphale enjoy each other's bodies - in more ways than one.

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    17 May 2024