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    Aziraphale’s wings are nothing like Crowley’s. They’re much smoother, less textured by roughness and a ten-thousand feet free-fall into boiling sulphur at the end. It doesn’t matter if Crowley fell eons ago, there is lingering, permanent damage to his wings. He cannot heal them from the damage and every moult that comes in bears scars that he cannot rid them of.

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    “I woke up like this because I had been plucking out feathers in my sleep,” Crowley said miserably. “And when I'm not paying attention, sometimes when I'm awake.”

    “And when you are paying attention?”

    “Sometimes then too.”

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    “I know you’d do anything to be treated like that. I’m not going to give it to you.”

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    Aziraphale isn't staring on purpose, but Crowley's chosen forms have always been utterly enchanting, even when he'd been appreciating them solely from an aesthetic standpoint. The body he's inhabited since the turn of the nineteenth century is one of Aziraphale's favorites: the golden eyes and pointed incisors have accompanied him unfailingly from one corporation to the next, of course, as have the serpentine brand and the fiery red tresses, but this particular body seems tailor-made just for him. The bony angles of his collarbones and shoulders, the sharpness of his wrists; the sinuous curve of his spine, the delicate ribs that number far more than a human's; the subtle iridescence of scales at the base of his throat and along his sides, sensitive to the merest brush; the slim breadth of his hips, tiny enough to fit in Aziraphale's handspan; the smooth, pale thighs, parted just so --

    [Categorized under both GO tags because it contradicts nothing from the book and only one thing from the show; and, to be completely frank, there isn't enough characterization to be found in this piece to truly build an argument about which side it might potentially fall on.]

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    “Darling,” Aziraphale answered. “I’m here.” His hand stroked through Crowley’s hair, teasing out the snarls of red that tangled around his fingers, matted with sweat and knotted where Crowley had thrashed his head against the pillows. “Can you turn over for me, love?”

    Weakly, Crowley’s eyes flickered down, and he saw the angel blushing, as if now, suddenly, of all things, he had succumbed to reticence. He was sat back on his knees, legs under him, belly and thighs wet with come, and the soft accordion folds of him were dewy with sweat and moonlight.

    His heart constricting somewhere in his useless chest, Crowley turned over, and spread his legs.

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