Azazael is never really expecting to be kissed. There's a muffled squeak of surprise against Peter's lips before the angel turns every shade of red a blush could possibly be. The angel sputters and pulls away with eyes as big as saucers. He doesn't even know what to do. He just stares and then gets more embarrassed from staring.
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Date: 2020-02-25 02:07 am (UTC)