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]

"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.

[sauntereddownward]

The demon was quite content to curl into Aziraphale's warmth and bask in his Grace.

After some time, he flexed his wing and reached up to pluck a feather from it.

"Here," he said."Since you don't want my ear."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale smiled and took the feather. He brought it to his lips and kissed it. "Thank you, my love." He paused a moment, and then asked quietly, "Are you happy?"

[sauntereddownward]

"Happier than I've ever been," he replied softly. Given that he was a demon, there was really no telling how he judged happiness.