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sauntereddownward ([personal profile] sauntereddownward) wrote 2022-01-11 01:44 am (UTC)

Crowley pressed his hand to the angel's belly and slid it around over his tartan waistcoat, under his suit coat. The demon tipped his head a little, fitting his nose against the angel's and he parted his lips.

And his tongue slithered against Aziraphale's lips, begging to taste him.


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