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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[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.

[theangelfell]

Another whimper, as Aziraphale found himself wanting. More. How was it that those words made him want even more? He even wanted too much to be embarrassed or shy.

"Please, please, my love..." he breathed as he spread his legs.

[sauntereddownward]

The demon did love to hear him beg. But he wasn't about to torment the angel because that would be torture for him.

Instead, he shifted and moved and willed things wet, then locked his eyes on Aziraphale's face as he thrust in slowly.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale's eyes went wide, lips parting, body arching up to meet him.

It was still embarrassing, how he'd literally wept the first time they were together like this. But honestly, he felt close to it every single time.

[sauntereddownward]

His huge, black wings flexed out wide behind him as he fell forward. Crowley braced over him on one arm and the other held the angel's hip to keep him close as Crowley found an angle he liked.

"I'm certain that's what you meant to say," he said quietly.

[theangelfell]

"What?" Aziraphale whispered, thinking it was entirely possible he'd let something slip. But then he moaned, his head falling back. "Oh... oh, god..."

Blasphemy.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley found a pace he liked very much, then slipped his hand between them so he could stroke Aziraphale swiftly.

"Pray sexier," he taunted.

[theangelfell]

"Crowley..." breathed Aziraphale, his name the prayer instead. He reached up and wrapped his arms around Crowley's neck.

[sauntereddownward]

He'd never heard anything like it. Something inside him seemed intent on crawling right inside Aziraphale to nestle by his heart.

"Yesss," he hissed, blindly seeking lips to kiss.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale moaned into the kiss, and his hips bucked.

And when the kiss broke, what came from his lips next surprised even him. A moan. His voice soft. "Fuck me, Crowley, I love you..."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley stifled that sentiment with a kiss. He lifted and slipped his hand in to stroke him.

"I l-llo-" he tried, but just gave up and kissed him again.

[theangelfell]

It was harder to say what was more strange, Azirpahale saying "fuck" or Crowley saying "love."

Aziraphale kissed him fiercely, his body bucking up against Crowley. He felt it building... something...

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley was remarkably coordinated as he slithered and thrust while kissing him. Heat built fast in his groin, much faster than he would have liked. It was such a shock that he gasped sharply against aziraphale's mouth.

He still hadn't gotten used to this satin brick that punched him in the gut and stole his brain completely. Is was as close as he could get to describing discorporation.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale was right there with him, especially with the look on Crowley's face as pleasure overtook him. Aziraphale arched his back off the bed and threw his head back, gasping in delight as he spilled into Crowley's hand.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley's wings melted and he wilted down onto Aziraphale. It took hi a moment to wriggle off and he cuddled up tight to the angel's side, tucking right into his armpit.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale sighed deeply and settled with his arm around Crowley. As was often the case when they did this, he felt too overwhelmed to speak.