[Aziraphale's fingers tangle once more in the blankets, then he seems to think better of it, and instead reaches for Crowley's hand. Hearing his words returned to him, by Crowley, makes his chest tighten a bit at the same time as it sends a jolt of desire through him.
Though the latter is possibly assisted by Crowley moving inside him.
Aziraphale gasps, and his hips rock to meet Crowley's.]
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Though the latter is possibly assisted by Crowley moving inside him.
Aziraphale gasps, and his hips rock to meet Crowley's.]