[It's a very good thing Crowley had the forethought to take such preventive measures, as Aziraphale's unable to keep his hips from jerking when Crowley takes him in. He opens his eyes, wanting to see - and then has to close them once more, because the sight of Crowley's head moving up and down is almost too much.
His thumb brushes Crowley's temple, tender and affectionate, while he's still capable of expressing anything but yes, please, and more.]
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His thumb brushes Crowley's temple, tender and affectionate, while he's still capable of expressing anything but yes, please, and more.]