He swallows a whimper at the press of Crowley's hips.
"I'd rather this," he says, not quite coherent. "I'd rather - mm - that you. That you didn't. That you."
Pay attention to me instead, is the implied end of that sentence, but Aziraphael's words are lost between yet another kiss and a shifting of his own hips - down, this time.
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Date: 2008-12-26 06:54 pm (UTC)"I'd rather this," he says, not quite coherent. "I'd rather - mm - that you. That you didn't. That you."
Pay attention to me instead, is the implied end of that sentence, but Aziraphael's words are lost between yet another kiss and a shifting of his own hips - down, this time.