Inebriation - Kinktober 2024 #19
(Prompt fills for Quefish's Ineffable Kinktober list.)
After closing the Ritz, on a victory bender, Crowley's trying very, very hard to articulate something.
Chapter rating M.
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“ M’point is. M’point is. The point I’m trying to make is… angels. That’s m’point.”
Crowley leaned forward from his perch on the back of the Chesterfield, eyes sparkling like citrines. (Citrines were jewels, weren’t they? Or was that citrons? Aziraphale threw back a swallow of the good red, almost snorting it up his nose.)
“What… what about us?”
“Not really.. not really… mammal. ‘Cos, y’know, ethereal. But all same. Point is. Dicks.”
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