[ Aziraphale gasps, but it's quickly swallowed by Crowley's lips, and he holds Crowley steadfast against him as they kiss, drinking him in like he's waited several millennia for this very moment.
In a way, it's been longer.
He allows himself to get lost in this moment, sucking in sharp, surprised breaths in the small gaps between when their mouths meet. And when it ends, everything is deafeningly still and silent, feeling lingering like fresh, powdery snowfall.
He pillows his head onto Crowley's chest, and draws Crowley's arms around him tighter, to hold him as close as could be. ]
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In a way, it's been longer.
He allows himself to get lost in this moment, sucking in sharp, surprised breaths in the small gaps between when their mouths meet. And when it ends, everything is deafeningly still and silent, feeling lingering like fresh, powdery snowfall.
He pillows his head onto Crowley's chest, and draws Crowley's arms around him tighter, to hold him as close as could be. ]