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eyesofaserpent ([personal profile] eyesofaserpent) wrote2011-05-11 04:30 pm
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[Reality Shifted] [NSFW] Reunification

{ Continued from here. }



[Crowley shivers ever so slightly under the gentle touches of the angel. A breathy little moan escapes his lips between kisses.]

Oh, my Angel...

[identity profile] misplacedsword.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[The cursing doesn't even give him pause, given his delight in Crowley's reaction.]

Good?

[It's a murmur against Crowley's neck, as he's loathe to move his lips away/]

[identity profile] misplacedsword.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
From you. Occasionally I can be a quick learner.

[It's possible he sounds the tiniest bit smug, there, but that fades when Crowley's knee nudges at him. He shifts, moving his legs apart, his arm tightening around Crowley.]

[identity profile] misplacedsword.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
[His head tilts, falling back onto the mattress, and his fingers stroking encouragingly through Crowley's hair as he gives a soft moan.]

The sentiment is entirely returned, my dear.

[identity profile] misplacedsword.livejournal.com 2011-06-27 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[That is indeed a very talented tongue. Aziraphale swallows, unable to take his eyes away, or to keep his hips from rocking up a bit. Pardon him a moment while he entertains some thoughts about exactly how talented it is.]

[identity profile] misplacedsword.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Aziraphale's free hand grips the blankets on the bed as tightly as his other hand tangles in Crowley's hair as he forces his hips not to buck. When he speaks, his tone is a cross between a moan and a plea.]

Crowley...

[identity profile] misplacedsword.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh sweet blessed - His back arches at the touch of Crowley's tongue, eyes falling shut and panting slightly, despite the lack of an actual need for breath. It takes him a moment to realize that his name had been a question, and he opens his eyes again to look at Crowley.]

Don't stop.

[identity profile] misplacedsword.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[His fingers stroke almost hesitantly through Crowley's hair, not wanting to disrupt him, but not entirely knowing what to do with the hand not clutching at the blankets. Then a strangled sound escapes his throat and his eyes slip shut again as he stops thinking, stops really being aware of anything but Crowley.

It's possible he says Crowley's name again, but he can't be quite certain.]

[identity profile] misplacedsword.livejournal.com 2011-06-28 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]

[identity profile] misplacedsword.livejournal.com 2011-06-29 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps closing his eyes was a bit counter productive to his intention of keeping it from being too much, as he now has nothing to focus on but exactly how brilliant Crowley's tongue is. The added vibration nearly undoes him. His fingers clench tighter in the blankets as he tries - and isn't terribly successful - to keep himself under control.

He's murmuring endearments now, in a tone that's likely more accustomed to being used for curse words in this particular situation, and this time he's definitely certain Crowley's name is in there.]

[identity profile] misplacedsword.livejournal.com 2011-06-29 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh goodness, he's humming now, and the vibration-]

My dear, I-

[That's all he manages to get out. Well. All the words, anyway: his statement turns into a strangled shout. His hand tightens briefly in Crowley's hair as a warning as he reaches his climax, back arching, head tilted back and the fingers of his free hand scrabbling against the blankets, overcome by a pleasure he's not certain he could have ever imagined.]

[identity profile] misplacedsword.livejournal.com 2011-06-29 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Aziraphale kisses him back just as deeply, for all that he'd been panting a second ago - thank goodness for breathing not being a necessity. His eyes are half-lidded, so relaxed that it takes him a moment to process Crowley's words. Then he flushes.]

I didn't expect-

[He cuts off, glances away, then reaches up to curl his hand around the back of Crowley's neck.]

You are fantastic.

[identity profile] misplacedsword.livejournal.com 2011-06-30 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[He tilts his head to allow easier access.]

I - well, yes. Suppose I never really found a reason to make the effort before.