Merry Christmas

[sauntereddownward]

While Aziraphale had been in his room letting his cocoa go cold with his nose in a book, no doubt, Crowley had been quite busy down in the library. He'd found a tree. And he'd trimmed it especially for Sol Invictus. It was artificial, of course, since plastics were evil. And Crowley, given the choice, had selected a shimmery black tree. His decorations included blood red tinsel garland, and tiny little angels and demons scattered amongst shiny black and red ornaments.

It stood directly in the middle of the room, between the door and the desk. Annoyingly in the way.

He stood back, quite proud of it.

And then he settled in his favorite chair and pulled out his phone to make a little mischief on the tiktok thing.

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[sauntereddownward]

"Yes. I think I do," he nodded slowly. He was sure he'd never wanted anything more.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale hesitated for a long moment. And then, blushing fiercely, he vanished his own clothes. Pulling the blankets up to partially cover himself.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley slithered against him and stole the warmth of him. And tugged the covers up as high as he could.

"It's too cold," he complained.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale was a little relieved when Crowley didn't look at him. "It doesn't see so bad..." he said, feeling Crowley's skin against his.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley was dry and smooth and a bit cool, indeed. Whatever infernal fire fueled home, it certainly didn't keep him warm on a chilly Welsh night.

"It's not bad as long as I keep close," he said, shifting his wing to make a little tent over them. He smiled at the secret, as if a simple wing made them invisible.

[theangelfell]

Azirpahale brushed his lips against Crowley's bare arm.

[sauntereddownward]

"...And that helps, too," he said quietly.

He found himself at an impasse. Crowley knew how humans shared their bodies. But he'd never done that, and he knew for a fact the videos you could get online were for entertainment...not instruction. And so, the demon hesitated a long moment before finally leting his hands slowly map he shape of Aziraphale's chest and shoulders.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale shivered, though he wasn't actually particularly cold.

"I think I want you to touch me," he said softly.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley's hand stilled over the angel's heart and pressed there, warm and solid.

"Touch you where?" he whispered softly.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale made a little sound, not unlike a whimper. "Everywhere."

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley inhaled and surged forward, the tide daring to crash upon him. The demon kissed him with more heat and more need as his hands explored every inch.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale gasped and otherwise made little sounds as Crowley touched him.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley's fingers crept lower and lower.

"Make an effort, angel," he purred. "See what the fuss is about..."

[theangelfell]

For a second, Aziraphale was confused. Then he realized, and suddenly, even though he'd never thought about it before... he just knew.

He gasped, eyes rolling into the back of his head, as suddenly he had an erection.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley immediately took him in hand.

"Oh, that's nice," he said, manifesting his own to see how it felt...

He shivered a little as new nerves work up and spread a fire of need through his whole body.

[theangelfell]

"I... oh... " Aziraphale was entirely overwhelmed. "Crowley," he whispered, "I don't understand this feeling, am I dying."

[sauntereddownward]

"Perhapsss," the demon hissed, kissing him again as he tugged him a bit harder, a bit faster. He liked all the gasps and sounds. The settled in his groin and made him tingle and ache.

[theangelfell]

"Crowley," gasped Aziraphale, more than overwhelmed now. He didn't understand what was happening. It was such a new feeling, and it came on so quickly, and...

Aziraphale had his very first orgasm, a guttural moan escaping his lips beyond his control.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley was, of course, aware such things could happen. He hadn't been expecting it, that was all. When Aziraphale shuddered, Crowley was sure he'd hurt him, and then it was clear he hadn't.

Crowley blinked at him in surprise.

"Is that how it goes?" he asked cautiously.

[theangelfell]

"I... I don't..." If it were even possible, Aziraphale's face was blushing redder than it had been before. "That... was..." He couldn't find words.

[sauntereddownward]

That was something Crowley wanted, too, and he pushed closer so he could kiss him deeply and grind against him. The friction was sinful and divine all at once and Crowley was deeply confused in the best way.

"I want..." he said, but was too busy tasting the angel's tongue to finish that thought.

[theangelfell]

And Aziraphale wanted... to give Crowley whatever he wanted.

It took him a moment but he managed to reach down and find Crowley's erection with his hand.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley choked on nothing as he tried to gasp. He instinctively thrust into the grip and suddenly this wasn't sinful at all. It was the mos beautiful, holy thing he'd ever felt.

It was a pity he was paralyzed as pleasure overtook him.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale was startled at first, but then realized that, oh, Crowley was feeling the same good thing that he'd just felt.

He continued, feeling like he had no idea what he was doing, but just tried to do what felt natural as he touched him.

[sauntereddownward]

"Oh. Ohhh..Oh, angel," Crowley exhaled jerkily, gripping Aziraphale where he could reach. Something burned in his groin, a place he'd certainly never burned before...

Not like this.

"Ang-" he squeaked, then he could only jerk and gasp as white light stole his vision. He was sure it was Aziraphale doing it, surrounded by a halo of Grace and Love."