"I don't doubt it," Aziraphael murmurs, lips still on Crowley's stomach so that the gentle hum of his voice vibrates there. He continues planting gentle kisses and stroking softly for the moment, and his eyes drift closed (again) at the demon's touch.
Eventually, his wandering hand moves a little more purposefully, and the soft fingers close around Crowley.
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Date: 2008-12-22 12:40 am (UTC)Eventually, his wandering hand moves a little more purposefully, and the soft fingers close around Crowley.