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“Angel, please stop blowing me…” Crowley was at the mercy of Aziraphale and they both knew it. Panting and mewling with each breath of air, all he could do was lie there and take it as his partner took what they wanted from him. Taking a moment’s break, Aziraphale smirked and stroked the other man’s bare stomach.
“Oh but you love this part my dearest, look at you. Positively glowing.” With a light kiss to Crowley’s navel, Aziraphale went back to blowing them. Crowley had to admit that he did enjoy it, never aloud but within the confines of his brain and heart. He loved when Aziraphale blew him like this.
It only happened once a year, but when Crowley’s skin shed, Aziraphale loved to create a little pocket and blow into it. Laughing at how the loose skin inflated and covered Crowley like an opaque raincoat, the Angel would blow and chuckled until it was all loose enough to finally remove. It was both a huge embarrassment and a relief to Crowley when the skin was finally removed.
After having his fun, Aziraphale would help Crowley with the rest of the shedding before helping moisturize their new skin from head to toe.