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Aziraphale mouthed at Crowley’s cock as his hands ghosted over the demon’s taut stomach.
“Nngh,” Crowley whined as Aziraphale sucked barely on the tip, “Angel, c’mon,”
He bucked as Aziraphale licked up the underside of his cock, and Aziraphale tsked.
“Now, now, my dear. I told you not to move.” He lifted his head to look Crowley in the eyes.
“Just for that…” he said, and shifted back up Crowley’s body, his chest dragging over Crowley’s cock and making him keen.
Abandoning Crowley’s cock, Aziraphale kissed over his stomach, savoring the tensing muscles and hitches of breath he eked out.