Aziraphale

Crowley had been having a ball. He'd figured out a bit of hackery with some code and some infernal miracles and soon enough he had millions of people angry at social media for long load times, zero refresh rates, and suspensions that came and were lifted seemingly at random.

He was absolutely giddy as he walked into the bookshop. He spied the angel in his chair and went to the one unanimously agreed to be his and flopped down, legs splayed out long and wide.

"Isn't it the most beautiful day?" he said cheerfully.

Never a good sign.

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Aziraphale melted into the kiss. He didn't even get a chance to ask if it was actually Jromance, just to make Crowley smile. He rested a hand on his waist.

Crowley thoroughly enjoyed himself as his tongue did weird things between Aziraphale's lips. It had taken him a bit to get the hang of it, but now snogging the angel was at the top of the list of things he wanted to do more than sleep. It was a very short list.

It was absolutely mad, how Crowley made Aziraphale feel now. How he thought about this sometimes, kissing him, or even more than kissing, and how it made him blush. How his touch made him giddy.

He sighed into the kiss, and then made another little sound that was closer to a moan.

There was a sharp whisper and Crowley's wings opened behind him. His arms slithered around him to hold him close, one hand boldly cupping his ass as he plundered his mouth.

The kiss went on and on, and Aziraphale was grateful that Crowley was holding him so tightly, or he might have fallen over.

"Oh," he whispered when the kiss finally broke, and he reached up to remove Crowley's sunglasses.

He was still as Aziraphale removed them and when they were gone he looked into his eyes. Feathers rustled and whispered as he flexed his wings.

"If you're going to undress me, don't stop there," he purred.

Aziraphale ignored that, and instead just reached up and put his hand on Crowley's face, thumb sliding over his cheek. And his other hand lightly stroked a feather. "You're so beautiful," he said softly. "I've always thought so."

Such sweetness was rewarded with a soft, slow kiss.

"I can't compare to you. I couldn't even try," he said quietly, wing pressing into the softness of Aziraphale's touch.

Aziraphale gasped softly into the kiss, and... his wings sprung free. Huge, soft, and bright white.

Crowley slid his fingers lightly to Aziraphale's throat and slowly tugged at the tartan to undo his tie.

"See?" he said. "You're luminous. No greater beauty in the universe."

He smiled at that bit of blasphemy, sure both Upstairs and downstairs would protest him laying that honor on a Principality.

Aziraphale's eyelids fluttered as soon as Crowley touched his throat. He wanted to protest, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Vanity might be a sin, but it just felt so good to hear that from Crowley. To know that he was admired, maybe... more than admired...

Tie loose, he plucked the buttons open one at a time. A light fingertip traced the hollow of his throat and drew down as more buttons open.

"Galaxies aren't as beautiful as you, angel," he purred, then captured his lips again in a slow kiss.

"Crowley..." whispered Aziraphale against his lips just before their mouths crushed together. This... this was... romantic.

And also. Whatever the lust version of romantic was. It was that, too.

Crowley pushed at his clothes, leaving the jacket and shirt and the scrap of a tie on the floor. That was nearly all the patience he had and with the snap of his finger he was bare from the waist up, too.

"I like when you say my name," he purred as he pressed himself chest to chest and snaked his arms around him to trace the shape of his spine just below his wings.

Aziraphale hadn't been entirely sure how this would go, but oh... It was overwhelming. "Crowley," he whispered again, "please..." Even though he had no idea what he was asking for.

The demon smirked a little and dragged his hand down to Aziraphale's ass, then kept coming around until he could cup his fly.

"Put some effort into it, angel," he said softly.

Azirpahale shuddered, and it was nearly instantaneous. Hardly any effort at all.

His wings trembled.

Crowley kissed him again, this time catching his bottom lip between sharp teeth and giving a tug before letting go. He only let go so he could carve a trail of warm lips against his throat. And shoulder. And chest...steadily working his way lower until he was on his knees, ready to worship him.

"Crowley," gasped Aziraphale. "What... what are you..."

He knew, though. He knew exactly what Crowley was doing.

On his knees, Crowley looked up at him, smiled, and simply said-

"Sin."

The angel's fly was helpless to stop him and soon Aziraphale's trousers were pooled at his ankles and the demon moaned as he devoured him.

Aziraphale's eyes went wide, and he put his hand into Crowley's hair because he honestly wasn't sure if he could keep his knees from buckling if he didn't brace himself. "Crowley..." he whimpered, helpless.

He didn't technically need to breathe which came in handy as he swallowed the angel down, groaning as he took him deep into his throat. He kept a hand on aziraphale's thigh in an attempt to keep him up, but the way his legs trembled made Crowley put forth some effort, too. Thickening behind his fly was infinitely better when he was on the edge of choking on Aziraphale's cock.

Aziraphale's eyes rolled into the back of his head. He didn't think he'd ever get used to it, this feeling.

Was this romantic, he wondered, as a shameless moan escaped his lips.

Crowley could do weird things with his tongue and he held nothing back as he worked his mouth over the rigid flesh. The way Aziraphale's leg trembled he wasn't sure that this was wise, right in the middle of the room and all, so he slowly pulled back, making sure to drag his lips along every inch.

"Alright, angel?" he asked, his voice rough with need.

Aziraphale swallowed hard so that he could speak. "Darling - " His voice croaked a little. "Perhaps. Bed?"

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