Aziraphale

[sauntereddownward]

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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[sauntereddownward]

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.

[theangelfell]

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.

[sauntereddownward]

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.

[theangelfell]

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

[sauntereddownward]

The demon rose with inhuman grace and stood face to face. And he smiled.

"If you insissst," he replied, then all but dragged the angel to the bedroom.

[theangelfell]

Somehow Aziraphale didn’t trip despite his trousers being around his ankles. He managed to get out of then once they were by the bed.

So now his wings were out and he was naked only from the waist down. He probably looked ridiculous.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley took a moment to wriggle out of his trousers, then crawled onto the bed. He wrapped his wing around Aziraphale to offer some warmth...and a bit of modesty.

"Tsk, tsk...this won't do," he said. He puffed a breath of air at the angel and the clothes seemed to recall they needed to be in the laundry bin, because that's where they were now.

[theangelfell]

They were both completely naked now, but perfectly warm wrapped up in each other's wings.

"Don't you think this is romantic?" Aziraphale whispered.

[sauntereddownward]

"It'll do, I imagine, since you don't want my ear as a token of affection," he teased with a warm smile.

[theangelfell]

"You could... give me something... else..." Aziraphale managed, even as his cheeks flushed bright pink.

[sauntereddownward]

"That was all part of the plan," he purred, moving to rut against him. Even now it thrilled him to no end that he had the absolute privilege of feeling the angel bare against him.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale shuddered and sighed, and then murmured, "How is this just as exciting as it was the first time?"

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley was certain he'd misspoken and actually meant 'terrifying'.

"I don't know," he shrugged, then moved in to lay kisses along Aziraphale's throat and down along his collar bones and chest.

[theangelfell]

That was actually exactly what Aziraphale had meant. Well. Maybe a bit of both.

"Every time you touch me it feels like something new," Aziraphale whispered, closing his eyes.

[sauntereddownward]

"This feels new?" he asked, petting him slowly down his sides and over his hips. He got shockingly close to his cock, but only teased. He made no move to actually touch him there, no matter how he gasped or squirmed.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale did... gasp and squirm. And whimper. And grasp Crowley's arm. He sometimes felt embarrassed by his own reactions, while simultaneously being utterly incapable of controlling them. He managed a "Mmmm" in response to the question.

[sauntereddownward]

The very tip of his wing dragged along Aziraphale's leg as his hands and lips explored where he liked. Every single time it felt like a privilege to get to come so close to the angel's grace. His Love. It was wicked, the way he wanted to bask in in.

[theangelfell]

"Crowley..." Aziraphale moaned, the name somehow sounding simultaneously like a prayer and like pure sin.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley finally took mercy on his and wrapped his fingers around his cock and began to stroke him.

"Say what you want, angel," he purred softly, know it would be torture for Aziraphale.

[theangelfell]

"Crowley," whispered Aziraphale, shuddering. "Please..."

[sauntereddownward]

Oh, he liked that.

"Sssay it, angel," he hissed in his ear.

[theangelfell]

"S-s-say what?" Aziraphale stammered breathlessly. "I... I already said plea--" The word turned into a whimper. Aziraphale was flushed a lovely shade of pink.

[sauntereddownward]

"Please what, angel? I know you have ideas. You and your pornography. Say just precisely what you want..." he said wickedly.

[theangelfell]

"But I... I don't know..."

Which was actually mostly true - he just wanted in this kind of visceral, full body way without even knowing what he wanted. Aziraphale rolled his hips in an attempt to... something.

He was also surprised by how good the wanting felt.

[sauntereddownward]

"I think you want me, thick and hard inside you. Making you ache in the most divine way," he said quietly before moving on top of the angel fully, settling between his spread thighs.