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Crowley had been busy. He'd had a rather dastardly idea and with a bit of proper nudging of 'influencers' (whatever those were) and a quick trip to Reddit, he had a new viral sensation. It was sort of like the ice bucket challenge, except it didn't benefit any charities and instead involved putting hot sauce up the nose. It worried parents, caused a bit of harmless mayhem, and most of all...it tarnished the souls of all those who laughed at idiots' misfortunes.

Sure, it wasn't tempting a priest, but it was a laugh.

He sat in the autumn sun outside an interesting little tea shop. He had a steaming cup of a lapsang suchong blend that made the air smell like a campfire. A subtle scent under the cigarette smoke. Crowley was watching his mobile and chuckling along as another bloody idiot put hot sauce on a cotton tip and stuffed it up his nose and began to wail.

"People will do anything to be famous," he said to himself.

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"Sorry," Fin said awkwardly, drawing away and looking embarrassed.

He turned and laid his glass aside carefully, then looked back to Fin.

"That's quite a package you have," he remarked, not entirely certain what one said in this instance.

"You're being generous, but thanks, I think?" Fin replied awkwardly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be too forward. I didn't realize this would all be so new for you. ...I'm not really well suited to be anyone's first."

"I think you're doing just fine," Crowley replied. "It's just a bit odd. You're not like a human. And you're definitely not like a demon...so conversely you're not like an angel, either. I'm not sure what to expect out of you, to be honest."

"Well, what do you want?" Fin asked. "That's what I'm best at, giving people what they desire."

Crowley tilted his head and gave Fin a curious look.

"Like some kind of Genie?" he asked. "If you're Jinn I think I should say goodbye now. I've heard nothing but terrible stories about them."

"No," Fin replied, shaking his head. "I'm dryad trooping, a nymph like fae. I don't fully understand it, but my magic is tied to pleasure, and I am at my best when I'm providing pleasure to others- Or in pain while indulging my own."

"I know more about pain than you could ever imagine," Crowley purred seductively.

Fin shivered at that, but for once he had the sense to be somewhat cautious.

"Oh?" he said softly. "Well, I'd be curious to learn."

"I just bet you would be," Crowley said, his lips curving into a slow smile. "What is your particular pleasure when it comes to pain?"

That smile made him a bit uneasy, and the fae took a very slight step back.

"I don't know, just... Pain. Rough touches, aggressive hands... I'm still learning," he admitted.

"So I imagine you wouldn't enjoy the burning pain of a million year fall from Heaven," he drawled. "Fair enough. I didn't like it much either."

"No, no I don't think that would be very sexy- Do you?" the fae asked, frowning slightly.

"Well it wasn't then, I can't think it might be now," he replied.

"And sexy is what we're aiming for, right?" The fae asked, genuinely unsure if they were on the same page. ...Or even reading the same book.

"In theory," Crowley agreed. "I think I'm at a bit of a loss, though. That neck thing was good. I'm just not entirely certain how I can reciprocate. Might do to just...explore a bit. See what works, bin the rest."

"Sure. Sure, we can do that," Fin said, nodding a bit as if to reassure him. "Do you want to relocate? We could move to the sofa, or my bedroom... Whatever you think you're prepared to try," he added, trying to keep it light.

"This sort of thing works best in bed, I hear," he said. He took up his drink and drained the entire glass with one swallow, then looked around. "Lead the way."

Surely he sounded confident enough. It wouldn't do if he seemed to not be sure of every single thing he was doing.

Fin wasn't convinced, but he nodded a little, gesturing for Crowley to follow him into his bedroom. This was a shit idea, he was certain. He really had no place being anyone's first, especially not someone as old as the demon claimed to be. Something like that ought to be sacred and special.

Crowley followed him in and looked around. It seemed so...lived in. His own bedroom was just a bed. Nothing else other than his closet. Dark grey concrete walls. Spartan.

Of course he neither slept nor entertained so it really was just for show.

"This is quite nice. Not sure what I expected," he said before turning his attention to Fin.

"This is where you take your clothes off, hmm?" Crowley suggested.

"Sometimes," Fin replied. "Sometimes that comes later. Sometimes I'll just settle on the bed with someone- And we'll just explore until clothes are in the way."

That offered him some bit of relief. He'd thought many, many times of doing just such a thing with Aziraphale, but the angel seemed to assume he had ulterior motives. Always trying to tempt him or corrupt him. It was a rather big stumbling block and, Crowley must agree, not entirely baseless considering he was, after all, a demon.

He sat on the edge, then laid back on the pillows. Eyes on Fin the entire time.

Fin watched him in return, then moved closer, kicking off his shoes and kneeling on the bed beside him.

"Is there a reason you've never done this before?" he asked curiously. "Like, I dunno- With that person you mentioned. The angel? The fact that they came up so easily in conversation is a bit telling, you know?"

"He doesn't trust me," Crowley shrugged. "And I'm sure he thinks anything like this would be a Sin and assume I'm just trying to make him Fall. As for anyone else...well, they're human. Dare not show them my eyes, much less the rest of anything."

"But I'm fine, because I'm fae?" Fin asked curiously, growing a bit bolder and slowly straddling the other man. "I'm certainly not worried about sin... Would he though? Fall, I mean. Would your friend fall if something happened?"