SMUT WAR - I FEEL YOU
Illustration 3/5
Music: I feel you by Depeche Mode
Written piece by @kotias
@goodomensafterdark
“Angel? What’re you doing?”
Rattling and fussing around, Aziraphale was making an awful amount of noise, awfully away from Crowley, without him being able to see any bit of it. “Open your mouth, my dear.” As he did, he received the freezing touch of an icecube between his lips. “Hold onto it.”
He chuckled, the corners of his lips going up into a grin as the first drip of water rolled down his chin. “Good boy.” He choked on his own breath, almost let the cube fall off his mouth, and Aziraphale tutted in his ear, passing his hand under his chin and holding the cube with a finger. “I don’t think you can be trusted with it, can you? Inside now, my love.”
My love. He felt it push into his mouth, a freezing burn on his tongue that gave him a cold gasp.
The angel’s thumb brushed against his lower lip and chin, drying them from the humidity that had collected.
His head was guided backwards, along with his chest as Aziraphale’s arm was pushing him until their bodies touched; Crowley took note of the contact of their skins against one another. “A-angel, I-” He could feel a nipple brushing against his shoulder blade and a pair of lips on his earlobe, breathing hot breaths into him.
The other hand, which he hadn’t felt until then, appeared on his naked hip, grazing his sensitive skin like it was the spine of a new book.
“You’re doing very well, Crowley.”
