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Crowley was splayed across the bed above Aziraphale’s shop in very little except the silk ropes binding his wrists to the bedposts and the sheen of sweat he’d worked up over the past few hours, and making the sort of noises that generally indicated he thought he was dying.
Aziraphale was sitting between his legs with his shirt sleeves folded carefully back, and having a very nice time.