[Aziraphale takes in a deep, and unnecessary, breath as Crowley pauses. His hips move slightly, legs shifting a bit to a better position. And then Crowley's kissing him, and it goes from being good to being incredible.]
I love you.
[He's aiming for soft and tender, but it comes out filled with almost as much desire as Crowley's had been.]
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I love you.
[He's aiming for soft and tender, but it comes out filled with almost as much desire as Crowley's had been.]