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The first thing Aziraphale saw when he opened his eyes was the tangled red hair falling back over Crowley's sleeping face.
As always when this happened, an overwhelming sense of possession came over him.
Mine.
Crowley was his and he didn't have to hide it anymore.
He lifted himself a little to drop a light kiss on the demon's cheek and immediately a smile formed on Crowley's lips as he murmured, "That's not fair."
Aziraphale asked puzzled, "What's not fair?"
He slid his hand down Crowley's chest, watching with delight as he drew goosebumps with his fingertips until his hand disappeared beneath the blanket, lingering in the warm hollow of Crowley's hip.
"My other cheek is jealous because it hasn't been kissed," Crowley replied in a playful voice.
Aziraphale shook his head, laughed softly, then brought his lips to the forgotten cheek to kiss it.
As a tiny distance separated his lips from Crowley's skin, the angel murmured, "Two kisses to make up for forgetting this poor cheek. I wouldn't want it to feel neglected."
Aziraphale put her money where her mouth was and pressed two light kisses to Crowley's cheek.
"Oh, Angel, there's a problem now, it's the first cheek that feels neglected because it's only had one kiss."
Aziraphale replied amusedly, "Oh, that would be terrible."
He kissed the other cheek once more before capturing Crowley's lips for a lazy kiss on the lips. Then he resumed his place against the demon, drawing gentle, aimless curves across his lover's chest, watching with delight as Crowley's nipples rose slightly in response. He heard Crowley gasp several times, but did not alter the rhythm or pressure of his caresses.
"Angel..."
Aziraphale hummed innocently in response, as if unaware of the cause of his lover's trouble.
Crowley, his voice now hoarse with excitement, murmured, "Now the rest of my body is demanding its share of kisses as well."
"Oh, really?"
The angel turned and straddled Crowley, leaning in until their lips touched. He playfully bit Crowley's lip before murmuring, "We can't let this poor body feel wronged. I must take care of it."
He captured Crowley's lips in a long, slow kiss before trailing kisses down his jaw to his ear where he breathed, "But it will take time, there are many places to kiss on this gorgeous body."
Crowley chuckled softly.
"I'm not going to argue with that, Angel."
Aziraphale pressed a kiss to his neck, pausing to run a playful tongue along the hollow of his collarbone, eliciting another gasp before Crowley whispered in a voice heavy with arousal, "Take all the time you need."
"Oh, I intend to."
Aziraphale hummed as he continued his path of kisses, and as he slid down his lover's body, feeling it harden beneath him, he raised his head and looked into his eyes, saying, his eyes shining with lust, "In fact, I think it's going to take me hours."
Crowley didn't answer, but the moans that followed were as expressive as any words.
Long after, as they rested in each other's arms, Aziraphale asked in a cheeky tone, "Is there any part of your body that still feels neglected?"
Crowley snuggled up to the Angel and replied in an almost unintelligible voice as he grew sleepy, "No...none...let me rest and I will return the favor I promised, Angel."
Aziraphale pulled him closer, laughing slightly.
"I look forward to that, but rest first, my dear."
The demon murmured against him before falling asleep, "Mmm... love you."
"I love you too, my beautiful demon."
Aziraphale watched quietly as his lover fell asleep, and then, carried away by the sweetness of the moment, it wasn't long before sleep overcame him as well.