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The cage is just big enough for Crowley to turn around on his hands and knees, spine all slinky in a way it wouldn’t be if he had a normal, human body. Aziraphale lets him have that much. Sits quietly on his haunches to watch while the demon turns a few tight circles, just like any other animal settling to sleep, before subsiding onto the floor of the cage.
He’s turned away (but it’s likely he doesn’t know that, still blindfolded as he is), and his back is a soft sinuous line, his hips set slightly askew, balls just visible between those skinny, offset thighs.
Aziraphale could reach in between the bars and touch.
For tonight though this has been enough. The rope that bound Crowley’s hands is finally coiled, a dark length not unlike the snake himself, on the flat top of the box cage, ready for when Aziraphale next wants to take his demon out to play. There were handcuffs too, still a solid weight he can feel in his jacket pocket as he shrugs it back on. But he’d preferred the rope in the end, Crowley’s arms tied tight to his body as Aziraphale had led him stumbling across the floor, half drugged and bound, bent him over the top of what was to be his cage, and buggered him rather savagely before gathering him up and dropping him in, still sticky and sweat slicked from sex.
‘Just a taste of things to come.’ Aziraphale had threatened. Promised.
‘Let me out angel.’ Crowley had pleaded, still a little blurry from the brugmansia tea Aziraphale had fed him. ‘I’ll be good.’
‘You don’t know how to be good.’ Aziraphale had snapped back. ‘But if you can stay quiet, and do as you’re told, maybe I’ll let you go. Eventually.’
‘When..’
‘When I feel like it. And don’t ask questions.’
He’d released him from the rope though, getting Crowley to put his hands up near the bars so that Aziraphale could loosen it and pull it free. He’d made Crowley roll on his back too, so that Aziraphale could see his cock. Still hard, the dirty boy. Still unsatisfied.
‘Don’t you dare touch that.’ Aziraphale had warned him. ‘I don’t want you getting pleasure from this.’
‘Bit selfish isn’t it?’ Such an adorable brat.
‘I am only being selfish so that you can learn to be selfless.’ Aziraphale had almost broken character and laughed at his own sanctimonious nonsense, but it was worth it, seeing Crowley shudder, knowing this was feeding his fantasy.
'Use me.' He’d said, all those weeks ago when they'd first discussed it. 'I want to feel like, like I’m.. yours. Your.. thing. You know, to play with. And nothing else. Just that. Yours.'
'Darling.' Aziraphale had murmured, taking Crowley's hand in both his own, unable to deny the tingle it gave him to think of Crowley handing him all that trust and power. 'Of course I will. If you’re sure.'
'But will it be worth it for you?' He’d asked later. 'If you don’t get 'off' every time. Or every day? Should we set a minimum? A ratio?'
'Of orgasms?' Crowley had laughed. 'Like five of yours to one of mine?'
'I was thinking more one of yours to two of mine.'
'You’re too generous angel. I meant what I said. Use me. Please. I want you to.'