“Not the ‘up’ I meant…” As Aziraphale ran a soft finger along the outside of Crowley’s thigh, Crowley became aware he did have legs and they were currently too sensitive for this. He twitched away. Aziraphale switched to firmly stroking his leg with a flat hand instead, working the tension out of his muscles until he was boneless again.
“I know I dozed off after, but not that long.” Crowley was considering doing so again. He wanted to bask in the warm glow of Aziraphale’s affection now that he could.
“It wasn’t. You just look so lovely, I was hoping for thirds.”
“Oh,seconds wasn’t enough.” Crowley wrapped an arm around Aziraphale, pulling him up to rest on Crowley’s chest. He was heavy, but it was a comfortable weight that made him feel safe.
“Not where you’re concerned. But I can be patient.” The half-hard cock against Crowley’s hip said that patience would only last so long.
“You’re a terror when you’re like this.” Crowley then dropped the teasing tone as he ran a hand through Aziraphale’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere. No more stolen time. No sneaking off after.”
“Just a hard habit to break. You’re quite irresistible.” Aziraphale nuzzled into Crowley’s neck and sighed, but it was a sound of contentment.
“I’d put my trousers on, but that would just encourage you to get them off again. Too sexy for my own good.”
Aziraphale chuckled into his shoulder. “Perhaps pajamas instead. Though you’re lovely any way.”
“So are you, you relentlessly horny bastard. I miiiiiiight be persuaded on thirds with some sweet talking.”
“Shall I tell you everything I want to do with your lovely cock?”
“What about the rest of me?”
“Oh the whole package is quite nice, but I am most interested in one particular part right now.” Aziraphale ran a teasing hand along Crowley’s hip bone, making it clear what he wanted to do next.
Crowley inhaled sharply. “Still sensitive. Words only, please.”
“Please. Oh, you are done in to be so polite. I shall use my tongueonly.”
Crowley flushed at that, but couldn’t deny the tone was effective.
“Just sweet talk you ‘til your little soldier is ready to stand at attention again.”
“Little soldier, really.”
“Perhaps something more old fashioned then? Gospel-pipe, perhaps?”
“I can’t believe you put that in a report!”
“You were well-thwarted by my playing.”
“A right menace you are. Give me your worst.”
He felt Aziraphale smile against his shoulder and then he whispered in his ear “Your… baloney pony?”
“That’s it, I am divorcing you.”
“We’re not married.”
“Might as well be. Putting up with this…”
“Would you like to be?” Aziraphale’s voice was so soft and shy suddenly that Crowley realized it wasn’t a joke.
“Gosh. Yeah. On one condition. Ask again when I have trousers on.”
Aziraphale snorted but snuggled into his shoulder.
