The kiss is a little clumsy, but at least Crowley isn't violently knocking their heads together anymore.
Aziraphale's arms loop around him, and admittedly the plan from here on was not... defined. Should he pull away? He doesn't want to, he thinks. Press into it, then? He can feel Aziraphale's purr vibrating through him and that's...
Nice. It's nice. A subtle tension thrums through his body, straining between the desire to press forward for more and... something else. Some roiling indecision.
He draws back, one hand resting against Aziraphale's chest, and tries to read the mood with somewhat blurry focus. Fingers curl unconsciously to fasten into Aziraphale's shirt.
"Better?" he manages, a little less confidently than he'd like. He feels it is worth checking in, just in case he is getting this whole thing horrendously wrong. There's always a chance.
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Aziraphale's arms loop around him, and admittedly the plan from here on was not... defined. Should he pull away? He doesn't want to, he thinks. Press into it, then? He can feel Aziraphale's purr vibrating through him and that's...
Nice. It's nice. A subtle tension thrums through his body, straining between the desire to press forward for more and... something else. Some roiling indecision.
He draws back, one hand resting against Aziraphale's chest, and tries to read the mood with somewhat blurry focus. Fingers curl unconsciously to fasten into Aziraphale's shirt.
"Better?" he manages, a little less confidently than he'd like. He feels it is worth checking in, just in case he is getting this whole thing horrendously wrong. There's always a chance.