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Aziraphale (softangel) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-10-10 18:57:00

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anthony j crowley, aziraphale

Who: Ineffable husbands
What: There's been an adoption
Where: Their house
When: This evening

The town was running rampant with children, it had taken him a few times seeing them to really notice the difference but he'd seen it. Most of their town's residents had become children, he supposed he and Crowley were spared such a thing, never having actually been children themselves. What they had not been spared though was interaction with the new children, in fact it seemed like they had one or two staying with them now, which was not the worst thing that had ever happened to him, but after Adam he thought their time having some modicum of responsibility over children was over.

They'd had cocoa in the evening and then their new charge had been put to bed, which left him on his own with his very own personal demon. And now that it was just the adults Aziraphale brought out the wine, offering a glass to Crowley as he took a seat nearby.

"I didn't realize you were so eager to be a parent." He said conversationally, like he was just easing them into it, without really being subtle about it at all, as was his way.

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softangel
2019-10-24 07:08 am UTC (link)

"Oh," He said softly, like a warm sigh as Crowley removed his sunglasses, letting Aziraphale see him entirely once more - and though he had many times, it never failed to please him to see it once more, Crowley as he was. And like this, pressed close it was exactly what he wanted.

"Yes I think that might be exactly the kind of skill we should practice." Both because of their new guests, they were only young, but so much more because he wanted the excuse to touch, and kiss, and have Crowley exactly as he liked for as long as he liked. And so rather than saying more, hemming and hawing and trading comments as they so often did. He lifted his head once more and pressed his mouth to Crowley's all over again.

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_crowley_
2019-10-26 01:38 am UTC (link)

Oh, sure, Aziraphale had seen Crowley's eyes plenty of times -- they'd known each other since before the (excellent) invention of sunglasses, after all. But it was rare these days (and these days spanned several centuries now) for Crowley to go without, in public or in private. There were some things he simply didn't like about himself, and there wasn't much fixing that. But Crowley did sort of like that Aziraphale seemed to enjoy it -- enjoy to make that little oh</i> of a noise, like he'd just been given a gift of some kind. It made Crowley feel a little warm all over, starting from the inside.

The children were absolutely an excuse -- a little miracle could have stopped any sort of noise from going anywhere -- but it was more fun this way, more exciting. Crowley had always been fond of living on the edge, after all. He let out a wordless little huff of agreement -- too busy taking all those kisses and then deciding he wanted more -- and settled long fingers on his Angel's jawline only to slide them down further, until he could fiddle with the knot of his bowtie until it was undone.

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softangel
2019-10-26 04:02 am UTC (link)

In truth, it was a gift, to have Crowley like this, open and just as he had been created. It was such a pleasure that Aziraphale couldn't help but recall those first days, when everything was so much simpler and more complicated all at once. It was better like this, removed from all of that, where he could simply look his fill and enjoy each and every part of Crowley for the gift it was.

There was something particularly nice about doing things like this, without the help of miracles. Whether it was keeping quiet enough not to wake the girls, or Crowley's fingers along his jaw and then at his bow tie pulling it from it's neat and tidy knot. And Aziraphale pressed his fingers just a little more firmly against Crowley, where he held on to him at his hip as if he might be able to urge him even a little bit closer than they were already.

"Crowley," He said it softly, for all that they might attempt quiet - silence was not exactly something that Aziraphale relished, at least not at moments like this, not when Crowley made him want more simply by looking at him like that and touching him so simply. To think he'd spent so long trying to keep something like this from happening, it was almost unthinkable.

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_crowley_
2019-10-27 05:23 pm UTC (link)

Crowley liked -- no. Loved. He loved -- that firm press to his hips. It wasn't like he wasn't aware Aziraphale was here, and that he finally (finally) wanted the same things that Crowley had been day dreaming about for the better part of a few centuries, but it was nice to have that reminder all the same. So he shifted again, somehow closer yet until his hips and stomach were flush against Aziraphale, until they were more connected by touch than not. And oh, it did things for Crowley. Big, important things. He sighed out his pleasure against his Angel's lips, took another taste from his mouth in a sweet kiss and pulled free that bowtie, letting it join the floor with his sunglasses. Or maybe not with them, but nearer them than the two of them were.

"Mm?" He asked in response to his name, even though he knew it wasn't really going to be any kind of request, or question that came from Aziraphale - his name had been more of a statement than anything. And he liked that too. wanted more of it, more of everything that was on offer. He'd always been a little greedy, always wanted more than was right in front of him. This was no different. "Tell me what you want," he breathed out, because that was Crowley's most favorite of past times -- giving things to his Angel whenever he asked for something.

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softangel
2019-10-28 09:59 pm UTC (link)

Aziraphale was no stranger to wanting, it had been how he'd spent the majority of his time on Earth truth be told. Which might not have been the actual point of it all, but he hadn't really been able to stop himself. Oh there were certain things he could avoid, certain things he chose not to look at too closely, particularly those things where a certain Demon was involved, but anything else? Well he indulged as often as he could. But this - this was a different kind of want it sat hot in the pit of his stomach and it felt like it might never truly be sated, there would just be moments when perhaps the need was not quite so great. But here? In this moment, with Crowley pressed as closely as he was, the heat of his mouth still lingering on Aziraphale's lips? He wanted so very much.

To put that into words though? Now that proved more difficult. Crowley was not something on a menu, nothing to pick and choose from, but he was something - someone, that Aziraphale wanted to savor again and again. "You," He said at first, though he was nearly certain of the reaction that would receive and tried a second time almost immediately after. "I want to touch you." He paused for a moment, "Without... without all of this." There had been barriers between them for so long, some of their own making, some simply because of who and what they were, but here there was no need for any of that and Aziraphale wanted all of it gone, in this moment he wanted every bit of Crowley he could have. And then he would want him all over again of that much he was certain. It felt impossible that there might come a time when this wanting stopped.

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