[Aziraphale kisses his way down Crowley's neck, stopping when he reaches the spot where he can feel Crowley's pulse beat. He licks at it, mesmerized by the taste of Crowley's skin.
His back arches a bit under Crowley's attentions, pleasure spiking through sensitive skin.]
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His back arches a bit under Crowley's attentions, pleasure spiking through sensitive skin.]