This one time, Crowley got bored and ran around his house singing Dancing Queen at the top of his lungs.
He smirked against the other’s lips and fought his every urge to take over. No, he was going to have a little demon-esque fun with this. The other was going to have to be the one to be dominate even though the demon knew very well the angel was on the inexperienced side. He kissed back just as carefully and softly as the other but refused to anything other than that.
Alacer’s fingers carded through Crowley’s hair, pressing closer. The demon had an addicting taste about him, and he couldn’t get enough. He slid his tongue across Crowley’s lip, wings curling around the both of them.
Crowley’s arms encircled the other further and pulled him even closer. This kind of slow kissing wasn’t his style and he certainly wasn’t used to the sweetness of it. He allowed the angel entrance but soon began a battle for dominance of tongues.
The notes.
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Holy shit the notes!
“Kissing range is better,” He took another step and he was in fact in kissing range. He was now barely speaking above a whisper afraid to break whatever this was in the air. The feeling and atmosphere was rather intoxicating and he couldn’t stop himself if he tried.
The angel chirruped softly, cupping the other’s jaw carefully. “Of course it is.” Alacer doesn’t know where half of this is coming from, but what the angel does know is that he’s enjoying himself.
The way the angel was being flirty so natural made Crowley think that maybe there was hope for the angels after all. That was interrupted though as he slid his hands to rest on the other’s waist and pull him as close as possible. He didn’t quite close the distance but their lips were almost touching and he nodded slightly.
His breath catches slightly as Crowley tugs him forward. Chastely, Alacer presses their lips together, not sure how to go about it. He hasn’t kissed anyone in ages, and it’s obvious that the demon has much more experience.
Rather, Alacer goes about learning the shape of Crowley’s mouth gently, each kiss careful and soft. He can only hope that the other takes over instead of getting tired and pushing him away.
He smirked against the other’s lips and fought his every urge to take over. No, he was going to have a little demon-esque fun with this. The other was going to have to be the one to be dominate even though the demon knew very well the angel was on the inexperienced side. He kissed back just as carefully and softly as the other but refused to anything other than that.
imagine your otp fighting t h e d a r k l o r d s a t a n
I don’t have to imagine
#WHAT IF MY OTP INCLUDES THE DARK LORD SATAN
“Kissing range is better,” He took another step and he was in fact in kissing range. He was now barely speaking above a whisper afraid to break whatever this was in the air. The feeling and atmosphere was rather intoxicating and he couldn’t stop himself if he tried.
The angel chirruped softly, cupping the other’s jaw carefully. “Of course it is.” Alacer doesn’t know where half of this is coming from, but what the angel does know is that he’s enjoying himself.
The way the angel was being flirty so natural made Crowley think that maybe there was hope for the angels after all. That was interrupted though as he slid his hands to rest on the other’s waist and pull him as close as possible. He didn’t quite close the distance but their lips were almost touching and he nodded slightly.
Why is it every time I do anything, someone comes after me thinking that they can stop me?
