[Aziraphale rocks his hips against Crowley's almost desperately. His kiss turns fierce and equally desperate, enough that he forgets himself and his teeth scrape against Crowley's bottom lip a bit.
He abandons his grip on Crowley's hair to return to his cock, and it only takes a few more strokes before he's coming.]
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He abandons his grip on Crowley's hair to return to his cock, and it only takes a few more strokes before he's coming.]