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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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"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?"

"I doubt it," he replied. "I've given it some thought. But all the arguements I can think of, he will easily counter. It's what he does."

He ran both palms up and down Fin's chest, then down along his thighs.

"Wile and thwart. It's what we do."

The fae leaned over him slightly, tilting his head and whispering into the other's ear.

"Well, you can lead me into temptation all you like. I'm already a sinner."

But half the fun was corrupting someone good. Oh, well, sort of. Quantity over quality meant he roped in plenty of active sinners anyway.

Crowley caught hold of Fin's face, hand cradling his jaw.

"I do have a weak spot for sinners. My kind of people."

Fin leaned into the touch, sighing softly and closing his eyes for just a moment. Turning his head slightly he parted his lips and caught Crowley's fingers between them.

Well, now. That was certainly new. Crowley watched him, the look on his face, the sweet innocence that seemed to be there with his eyes closed coupled with the pornographic way he moved his lips. It was definitely...arousing? Was that what he felt? He honestly wasn't sure.

Fin moaned softly, then drew back slightly, letting the other man's fingers slip from his lips.

Crowley found he couldn't move his hand. He couldn't put his arm down, though he didn't try very hard.

"That was remarkable," he said, his heart beating a little faster. "You have a very wicked mouth."

"It really wasn't," Fin laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the tips of the other man's fingers.

Given how he was feeling, he could only imagine the ways Aziraphale would fall apart if he did it to him. He filed that away.

"Don't contradict me," he said.