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“Your dribbling, Angel.”
Crowley and Aziraphale were having ice cream. The soft sustenance soon enough melting in the warm weather.
Crowley’s finger was faster, touching Aziraphale’s chin and his lip, while wiping the dribbled cream off.
The creamy sustenance on his finger, he licked it all off.
Aziraphale gawking, eyes wide at the scene.
“Wot?”
“Do it again.” The low whisper ordered.
Crowley smirked, but obeyed the order as soon as Aziraphale licked from his creamy treat, letting it dribble down his face.
This time, Crowley’s snake-tongue darted out and licked the cream off of Aziraphale’s face. Leaving a gasping Angel in his feet.
“Um, can we go home now and you can lick me where ever you want? Please?”
Crowley only smirked, snapping his fingers; the two back home.