( there is something deeply satisfying about having bitten crowley. aziraphale couldn't think to describe it even if he were more sound of mind, but it makes something within him sing. like a call answered or an inch scratched and he barely recognises that crowley is speaking to him at all.
it takes a long moment, a moment spent with his grip still impossibly tight around crowley and his teeth still embedded in him, before understanding starts to seep back into his head. understanding of where he is, what he's doing, and the sound of crowley's voice as he asks him to—
let go.
oh.
aziraphale flinches, ears flattening against his head. he has to fight against the urge to jerk back, afraid of what damage he might accidentally cause if he were to move too quickly. instead, he takes care to slowly extract himself from crowley's neck. )
C-Crowley! I'm so sorry-!
( his words come out in a panicked rush, syllables nearly blending together. he doesn't know how to apologise enough, how to even begin making amends for what he's done. oh, and he's done something so terrible. what was he even supposed to do now? how could he explain it? he doesn't know, but the sudden slam of guilt thoroughly yanks his focus away from the pain along his back and the way his new tail flicks against the edge of the mattress anxiously.
to make matters worse, he can see blood beginning to bead along the freshly created wound. he has to at least do something about the damage he'd caused. anything. )
Let me—
( that's all he says before dunking his head downward again, but this time not to bite. no, he drags his tongue over the bite mark he had created in a desperate and mindless attempt to at least stop the bleeding. )
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it takes a long moment, a moment spent with his grip still impossibly tight around crowley and his teeth still embedded in him, before understanding starts to seep back into his head. understanding of where he is, what he's doing, and the sound of crowley's voice as he asks him to—
let go.
oh.
aziraphale flinches, ears flattening against his head. he has to fight against the urge to jerk back, afraid of what damage he might accidentally cause if he were to move too quickly. instead, he takes care to slowly extract himself from crowley's neck. )
C-Crowley! I'm so sorry-!
( his words come out in a panicked rush, syllables nearly blending together. he doesn't know how to apologise enough, how to even begin making amends for what he's done. oh, and he's done something so terrible. what was he even supposed to do now? how could he explain it? he doesn't know, but the sudden slam of guilt thoroughly yanks his focus away from the pain along his back and the way his new tail flicks against the edge of the mattress anxiously.
to make matters worse, he can see blood beginning to bead along the freshly created wound. he has to at least do something about the damage he'd caused. anything. )
Let me—
( that's all he says before dunking his head downward again, but this time not to bite. no, he drags his tongue over the bite mark he had created in a desperate and mindless attempt to at least stop the bleeding. )