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"You'll be marvelous, dear. That's it." Aziraphale's voice drifted down the hall, warm with praise.
Gabriel entered Crowley's bedroom exactly as scheduled to find the pair entwined on the bed. One of Aziraphale's hands cupped Crowley's chin, holding his face still as Aziraphale teased at the demon's yielding mouth with both teeth and tongue. With his other hand wrapped around Crowley's cock, Aziraphale held his clothed thigh pressed tightly up between Crowley's bare legs.
There was a casual rhythm to the demon's hips, which slowed once Aziraphale broke the kiss to look up and smile at Gabriel. Crowley glanced past Aziraphale and attempted a smile of his own, though he looked a bit uncertain.
At least Gabriel thought he'd arrived at the agreed time. Suddenly he wasn't so sure – had they started ahead of him? Was he late?
Aziraphale must have seen the confusion on his face. He slipped off the bed and crossed the room, his expression tinged with concern while his words were gentle and encouraging.
"Lovely to see you, Gabriel. Punctual as always." Aziraphale wasted no time in beginning to strip Gabriel down. Fingers loosened the tie around Gabriel's neck as he spoke. "Crowley's been a touch nervous, you see, so I've been distracting him."
Gabriel hadn't exactly expected that they'd wait for him. Well, he wasn't entirely sure what to expect from today. They'd talked about so many things on so many occasions, and keeping all the details in order was rarely his responsibility – that was his assistant's job.
But Gabriel sure as Hell wasn't about to draft up a document for her to manage his sex life, so he'd roll with whatever the other two had settled on.
He weighed his words carefully rather than rushing a response, watching Aziraphale's fingers delicately unfasten each button. Gabriel had learned the hard way that certain words or phrases reminded Aziraphale of their… complicated history together, and didn't exactly lead to fun times for either of them. He'd almost asked if the distraction had been successful or not, which would most definitely have started things off poorly.
"Any luck?" he asked instead, raising one brow curiously as he moved along with Aziraphale's guidance to rid himself of his clothing.
This was something they had in common – human clothing. Manually getting dressed and undressed had always been something of a comfort, and Aziraphale thankfully never rushed the process. It had become a ritual between them, one that stripped away Gabriel's defenses slowly and methodically, often sparking that slow burn of arousal within him. Gabriel closed his eyes and sighed at the feeling of warm, careful hands brushing against his skin, letting the contact sizzle his nerves and settle in his groin. A part of him desperately wanted to return the favor, but until – unless – Aziraphale told him to, Gabriel knew that kind of advance wasn't likely to fly.
Gabriel had a feeling today would be one of those days where the other angel didn't undress, keeping himself prim and tidy. All the better to contrast once Gabriel and Crowley found themselves naked and debauched under Aziraphale's direction – and that thought finished the job of making Gabriel incredibly hard.
Never one to miss a detail, Aziraphale's warm palm landed between Gabriel's legs, massaging him gently. Gabriel hissed, his eyes drawn to the bed, where Crowley leaned forward attentively. He'd seen the demon before, of course, even seen him naked, underneath Aziraphale, and hadn't that been a beautiful vision? But Gabriel had never been allowed to touch, and he suddenly found himself craving it, wanting to use his own hands to draw out the responses Aziraphale had allowed him to see.
"I do believe you're the lucky one today, Gabriel." Aziraphale turned to observe Crowley as well, a fond smile playing on his lips as the demon flushed obviously under the combined weight of their attention. "He's lovely to have beneath you. I look forward to seeing you split him open with this," he squeezed, making Gabriel gasp, "monster of yours."
Aziraphale unfastened Gabriel's belt next, but instead of pulling it free, gripped the end and tugged, cinching it tighter and pulling him against Aziraphale's body. The angel's free hand came up behind Gabriel's head, urging him down into a possessive kiss, which Gabriel submitted to with an eager moan, his eyelids fluttering shut.
As quickly as he'd found his mouth invaded, Gabriel was abandoned, reeling and wanting more. A tug of the belt encouraged him to reopen his eyes to see Aziraphale leading him towards the end of the bed where Crowley had perched himself. Gabriel needed no further encouragement to follow.
Even as Crowley looked up at him, his eyes clear and piercing, leaning back to show off the wiry lines of his body, he chewed on his lower lip in a nervous gesture. Gabriel wanted to soothe the look on his face, tell him that the past was past, it wouldn't affect what happened here – but words would never suffice, only actions and time.
He'd learned that much during the long road of recovery he had set himself on, learning to be Aziraphale's equal instead of his superior. Gabriel never would have imagined things evolving like this – what he now had with Aziraphale was wonderful and surprising enough, but to have something special with Crowley as well?
Impossible.
Not after the things he'd said and done. Not after how he used to feel about demons.
But Aziraphale had forgiven Gabriel, and grown to trust him. And while Crowley had no reason yet to trust Gabriel, it was obvious that he trusted Aziraphale unquestioningly. That connection had opened the way for Aziraphale to bring his two relationships together, despite their troubled history.
The other angel reached down and stroked Crowley's cheek, melting that cautious hesitance immediately into sweet submission, and taking Gabriel's breath away.
He was brought back by the rapid whisper of his belt finally being pulled free. Aziraphale worked the rest of Gabriel's clothing off – faster now that it was directly under Crowley's watch. First his slacks, then underwear and socks, until Gabriel was bare.
"There," Aziraphale hummed, clearly pleased with the sight of the two of them. He addressed Crowley next. "What do you think?"
Crowley blushed again, then looked away. "He's gorgeous, angel. You know that."
Aziraphale hooked a finger under Crowley's chin and turned his face back toward them. With his other hand, he used the tip of a single digit to lift Gabriel's cock up – the meager contact a tease on Gabriel's heated skin. "While true, you know that's not what I'm asking, dear. What did you say last time? After he watched us together, after you came so delightfully hard with his eyes fixed on you, what did you say after he left?"
"I want him." Crowley's slitted pupils widened as he said it, barely above a whisper, eyes flicking between Aziraphale's face and Gabriel's stiff prick.
"You are free to have him," Aziraphale encouraged, his hands still steady, and Gabriel nodded a silent, echoed agreement.
Something darkened in Crowley's expression. "He won't like it. Just have him fuck me, angel."
Gabriel's brow wrinkled as he looked between the two of them, but he wasn't given any further clues. What could he possibly not like about Crowley's mouth on him?
"My dear, I'm quite certain he'll end up begging to lie down because you're going to make him lose track of his legs. If he dislikes it, he'll speak up and we'll move on, yes?" Aziraphale glanced over at Gabriel.
"Of course," he confirmed solidly. It wasn't even in question.
Crowley's wary gaze shifted to Gabriel's face, then down to his cock. His tongue swept over his lips before he swallowed and leaned forward, mouth slightly open, Aziraphale's hand taking a firmer grip on his chin. Gabriel stepped forward at the tug on his cock, Aziraphale guiding him until he pressed against Crowley's soft lips.
A tongue flicked over the tip, delicate and darting, and Gabriel almost jumped at the sensation, then let out a heavy breath when Crowley did it deliberately again. It didn't feel anything like Aziraphale's, thin and agile and smooth, and as he caught a glimpse of it peeking out between Crowley's lips, he realized why Crowley had thought he wouldn't like this.
Unbeknownst to Crowley, Gabriel had spent quite a bit of alone time thinking about what interesting attributes a snake demon might have. This was one of them, but it far surpassed his fantasies.
He groaned, hips twitching forward, and Aziraphale released him to instead grip his ass firmly, his other hand sinking gently into Crowley's short hair.
"Kiss me," Aziraphale demanded quietly, and Gabriel turned his head to obey, their lips pressing together as Aziraphale guided him into a slow rhythm, just the head of his cock already large enough to stretch Crowley's lips around it.
When two cautious, nimble hands rested on the backs of Gabriel's thighs and Crowley urged him deeper into his mouth, Gabriel groaned, barely able to restrain himself from thrusting forward. Aziraphale broke off the kiss.
"Gabriel, dear? I don't need to remind you not to come, do I?"
"No, sir."
"You won't be needing assistance with that? I could put the ring on you today."
Gabriel hesitated. The pleasure was already sinking claws into him with Crowley's talented tongue, and it would only get more intense as they continued – but he liked that feeling, liked having to concentrate on keeping himself in check while he rode the edge, liked obeying. Not to mention, the ring wouldn't allow him release – would miraculously prevent it – and there was never any guarantee that Aziraphale would remove it before they wound down for the evening. "No, sir. Thank you."
"Excellent. I didn't think so!" Aziraphale stepped back, then paused to add, "Crowley? You have no such restriction, of course. But do keep in mind that coming won't mean that anything stops."
He summoned a chair – the elegant throne from Crowley's desk that Gabriel had admired in passing – and sat down nearby.
A muffled laugh escaped Crowley in the form of a snort. He actually rolled his eyes, something Gabriel never would have dared, before a mischievous look glinted in his eyes and he abruptly swallowed Gabriel all the way down. It should have been impossible – would have been impossible, if Crowley hadn't been stretching reality and possibly unhinging his jaw – and Gabriel cried out at the sudden, blazing constriction around his cock.
Gabriel suddenly realized why Aziraphale had thought he might lose track of his legs and beg to lie down.
Begging remained slightly beyond Gabriel. He didn't dislike it, but there was a streak of pride left in him that made the act difficult. Still, though he didn't give into it as easily as many of the other acts Aziraphale had guided him through, it was something they had worked on.
It didn't take long for Gabriel to recognize that Crowley was actively testing Gabriel's control. That mouth, that throat, that tongue – Crowley knew what he was doing and Gabriel could feel the strain in his muscles, the effort it took to stay upright and not come. He closed his eyes, hoping that not seeing the demon working expertly over his cock would help, but his imagination was worse: images of fucking into Crowley's throat filled his mind, how good it would feel to take what he wanted, and Gabriel threw his head back in frustration, forcing himself to stare at the ceiling instead.
His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. Without Aziraphale to wrap one arm around, he felt untethered. Gabriel reached forward instinctively to grip something, anything, and swiftly found his fist full of red locks.
Crowley froze.
Gabriel groaned at the pause in attention and nearly tugged insistently when his gaze snapped downward as he realized his mistake. He was already snatching his hands back when he heard the scrape of the throne's legs across the floor.
"Sorry, sorry," Gabriel babbled. He didn't know how to fix it, wanting to smooth Crowley's hair in apology but not wanting to touch without permission. Frustration flickered within his mind for a fraction of a second. Crowley was touching him, his delicate fingers had been clutching Gabriel's ass and urging him forward and back with his movements. He felt a vulnerable fool, standing there with his cock still in Crowley's mouth, and winced before looking up to bear Aziraphale's judgement.
As the apology landed, Gabriel watched Aziraphale's expression fade from thunderous protection to amusement. The other angel glanced down at Crowley, reaching out to slide a hand over his hair the way Gabriel had wanted to. "I see you've learned not to underestimate my Crowley's talented mouth."
"Yes, I have, sir. Could I, uhh – request something, please?"
An eyebrow raised in interest as Aziraphale tapped once on top of Crowley's head and the demon eased off slowly, a sticky strand of saliva stretching between them before he wiped his lips. "Yes? Please what?"
Gabriel felt his cheeks blaze with shame. "I'm not sure I can hold back if Crowley keeps using his mouth on me, sir. I need… I need something. Something to hold onto or tie my hands so I don't – please."
Aziraphale's hand cupped one cheek, reassuring. "That's all right. If you want to get your hands involved now, I believe it's perfectly fine to move on, instead."
Relief bloomed in Gabriel's chest and he nodded with a sigh. "Thank you, sir."
"And you." Aziraphale turned to Crowley, who for a moment didn't look the slightest bit contrite before he composed himself. "Later, you may get up to your normal antics. This time, I expect you to behave."
Crowley nodded solemnly, though Gabriel couldn't tell if he was just humoring Aziraphale or not. The demon's tongue flicked out over his spit-slick lips, and Gabriel felt an answering twitch between his legs.
"Now up on the bed, both of you. Crowley on your back. Gabriel, kneel between his legs." Aziraphale went to the bedside table and pulled a bottle from the drawer. He handed it to Gabriel on the way back to his throne. "When you're ready, Gabriel, you may begin with your hands. Prepare him for you." Pausing to glance down at Crowley, Aziraphale added deliberately, "You may use two fingers at first."
Gabriel didn't miss how Crowley's breath stuttered at that, his legs slipping further apart.
Finally beneath him on the bed, Crowley looked so small. He wasn't, of course – a standard human-sized corporation – but his limbs were wiry, his chest narrow, nothing like the bodies Gabriel or Aziraphale had chosen for themselves. The difference was fascinating, catching at Gabriel's mind with the way his hands might meet around that slender waist, how he could hold both delicate wrists in one broad palm, drape both knees over one shoulder. The very many things he suddenly wanted to do to – with – the demon made him dizzy.
Forcing the vivid images back, Gabriel concentrated on slicking his fingers.
When Gabriel looked up, Crowley lifted a leg, placing the arch of his foot on Gabriel's hipbone, leaving himself exposed. There was no way he didn't know how good he looked, and Gabriel's hand trembled slightly when he slid his fingers over the outside of his tight entrance.
Making slow circles while Crowley tilted his hips up encouragingly, Gabriel sent a worried glance at Aziraphale. His fingers weren't small, and he didn't want to hurt Crowley – but then, Aziraphale's weren't either, and Gabriel didn't want to disobey instructions when they usually led to such wonderful things.
He dipped a fingertip inside, and nearly laughed at the greedy surge of Crowley's hips. The demon whined, spreading his legs fractionally further. "He said two."
"Okay, okay." Quieting Crowley by massaging two slick fingers over his tempting hole, Gabriel asked, "Is he always this demanding?"
"He can be, yes, but I do enjoy spoiling him." Aziraphale paused before adding, casually, "And punishing him."
"Loves punishing me." Crowley attempted a pout, but it didn't take long to crack and reveal a smug grin. "But right now, the spoiling, yeah? Get started already. Do what he told you."
Amused by Crowley's audacity, Gabriel pushed just a little harder. "Maybe I'll just have to replace those filthy words with filthy sounds, instead." Before Crowley could respond, he breached that hot flesh, fingers sliding in easier than he'd expected, though the grip around him was still breathtakingly tight. Crowley moaned happily, raising his arms above his head to lay submissively across the bed.
"That's more like it. Like you mean it, archangel." Crowley quipped, lifting his ass just slightly to taunt Gabriel.
"Crowley," Aziraphale admonished, soft but dangerous, and the demon subsided, chastened. Out of the corner of his eye, Gabriel saw Aziraphale lean forward, head tilting.
"Gabriel…" Aziraphale began slowly, thoughtfully, and then his tone shifted into a smirk. "His prostate is sensitive. Be merciless." Crowley's eyes briefly fell shut, inhaling sharply through his nose as Aziraphale gave detailed instructions on how to play his body. "Stroke over it firmly with every thrust."
Crowley whined when Gabriel obeyed, the tips of two fingers easily finding the different texture inside him; encouraged, Gabriel thrust in again, pressing harder this time as he pulled back, making Crowley arch up with a shuddering breath. He moved steady and smooth, watching fascinated as the heavy flush crept over Crowley's cheeks, his pleasured sounds getting louder, the demon's mouth dropping open as his hips rocked insistently onto Gabriel's hand, forcing the pace faster.
"Slow," Aziraphale snapped from the chair, and they both froze, eyes meeting in shared chastisement before continuing again, Crowley obediently holding still while Gabriel dragged pleasure from him.
"Angel, please," Crowley gasped out, his hands tangling in the blankets above his head. "More, please."
"Slow," Aziraphale repeated, "but you may add another, Gabriel."
Crowley's body yielded gradually to a third finger, and the noise he made as Gabriel worked his way inside was so wanton, so arousing, Gabriel had to drop his head and pant. This demon, this – Crowley – was gorgeous, more than Gabriel had even known when watching from afar. He gave in beautifully, submitted to pleasure and control with what Gabriel could only describe as grace.
He wanted more.
Without further instruction to the contrary, Gabriel continued to draw his fingers over Crowley's prostate, and the demon cried out, thigh and stomach muscles trembling as he tried to hold himself still. "Yes, yes, fuck," he panted, squirming under Gabriel's touch, making the Archangel's cock drip onto the blankets just from the sight of it.
Long minutes later, when Crowley had wrapped an arm around his own knee to hold himself open wide, when his eyes had fallen shut and his hips had started rocking again, Aziraphale interrupted.
"You may touch him now, Gabriel."
Gabriel hesitated, turning to look back at Aziraphale. He must have misheard – he was already touching Crowley quite thoroughly. "Touch?"
"His cock."
Crowley whined and cast Aziraphale a pleading look. The demon was already leaking from Gabriel's preparations, there was no way he'd last very long with a hand on him as well. "Sir, he's close already, if I – "
"He was trying to make you come without my permission, earlier. I'd say it's fair game for you to follow my orders and make things difficult for him now. He's free to have his release whenever, after all. If he wanted to hold on for a specific time, then he shouldn't have been trying to get you in trouble."
It didn't take any more urging for Gabriel to give in. With a hand firmly wrapped around Crowley's cock, Gabriel barely needed to move at all. The demon rocked between the friction both above and below, impaling himself deep before thrusting upwards. Gabriel watched, fascinated, as Crowley writhed and tilted his half-lidded gaze away, trying to hide his face in the pillows.
When Gabriel moved his hands in a complementary rhythm, Crowley made a desperate, keening groan.
"Angel, angel please. I'm sorry."
"I'm sure you are, dear," Aziraphale responded mildly.
"Angel, please. I'm not gonna make it – if he keeps this up – "
"I'm quite positive you won't."
"Have him fuck me?" Crowley pleaded. He turned his eyes to Gabriel instead, growing more urgent with every thrust. "Please, I'm ready for you. Please fuck me."
"He'll fuck you when I tell him to. Keep going, Gabriel. Four fingers now, if you would."
"Bloody – fuck!" Crowley threw his head back into the mattress as Gabriel added yet another finger, the demon's body squeezing him tightly. "Aziraphale, if I come I'm gonna be – ngh!"
"Sensitive?"
Crowley nodded, eyes shut tight, biting his bottom lip, his body still in unavoidable motion.
"Overstimulated?"
Crowley's eyes flew open to meet Aziraphale's, desperate and hopeful and nodding even more rapidly than before.
"I look forward to enjoying that, my dear." Aziraphale smiled.
As if the knowledge that it was inevitable had the power to pull Crowley over the edge, he moaned helplessly and came hard, body clamping down on Gabriel's fingers as his cock pulsed over his own stomach. Gabriel marvelled at how Crowley's muscles rippled with it for several long seconds, the tendons in his neck straining, before his body finally went lax.
Aziraphale hadn't told him to stop, though, so Gabriel continued moving four fingers slowly inside Crowley's body, amused by the demon's squirming and whimpering. His own cock throbbed at the sight before him; easier to ignore when focusing on Crowley's building pleasure, but much less so now that the demon had been worked into an enviable wreck.
"There, that's perfect." Aziraphale praised, "nicely done, Gabriel. Give him a moment to breathe. Then when you're ready, Crowley, dear. On all fours."
Crowley's heaving breaths slowly evened out, eventually turning into a wry laugh accompanied by a ridiculous grin. "Bastard," he grumbled as he wrenched himself over to his stomach and pushed himself wearily up as directed.
Gabriel's eyes widened at the insult, but Aziraphale's expression only softened with adoration.
"Yes, but yours . And only enough of one to be worth loving."
Crowley grunted a noise vaguely positive enough to sound like agreement, then arched his back to offer himself languidly without giving any more sass.
The stretched, reddened rim of his ass, shown off so obscenely, sent a jolt of arousal to Gabriel's gut. Sparing only a glance for Aziraphale, he leaned forward again, pressing both thumbs to that tempting hole and stretching it, watching how the muscles fluttered under his attention, caught by the way Crowley sucked in a sharp breath and dropped his head.
Slowly, cautious of an interruption from either of them, Gabriel reached under Crowley's stomach and gathered the sticky spill there onto his fingers, flexing them as he did to relieve the slight soreness of the demon squeezing them so hard when he came.
Another glance at Aziraphale, who sat watching intently but silently, and Gabriel slid those same four fingers back into Crowley's ass.
The reaction was immediate, Crowley stiffening and letting out a groan so raw Gabriel wanted to swallow it down, kiss it away while he kept making it happen. Crowley swore sharply as Gabriel moved his fingers, thrusting shallowly, pressing gently into his sweet spot, drawing out those noises until the demon's knees slipped on the blanket with a ragged sob.
"That's enough," Aziraphale said quietly. He didn't sound upset, and Gabriel breathed a quiet sigh of relief as he gently let Crowley's body release his hand.
"Fuck, fuck, you're gonna feel huge," Crowley panted, arms trembling where they held him up.
"I believe that was the whole point," Aziraphale teased, his voice lighter with amusement, but still rough, deeper from his arousal. "You may use your cock now, Gabriel. But no thrusting, just yet. Press in slowly; give Crowley time when you're met with resistance. Keep going, all the way. Don't worry; he can take you."
Gabriel nodded understanding, reaching for the lube and kneeling up to let his cock lay between Crowley's cheeks teasingly while he slicked himself. The demon let out a little fluttering whine, his hole twitching in anticipation at the knowledge that the length and girth brushing against him would soon be inside him. Gabriel was once again struck by how small Crowley looked, by how massive his own cock appeared now in comparison to the rare view of himself poised to enter Aziraphale.
"Please, Gabe." Crowley pressed back towards him, interrupting Gabriel's thoughts.
As he aligned himself and carefully pressed in, feeling Crowley's body open for him, Gabriel fought the urgent instinct to thrust home, to drive in hard and rock his hips. That pretty voice Crowley had begged him with, Gabriel wanted to turn it to gasps and pleas and screams for more.
Instead, he followed Aziraphale's instructions, easing himself inside with care. He paused whenever Crowley tensed too much, running one hand up and down his spine to calm him, and pressing it firmly back down into an elegant arch. Crowley's legs trembled beside his own as the demon whimpered and panted.
Meanwhile, the friction, the tightness, was driving Gabriel mad. It took all he had to keep his focus on Crowley, on the demon's comfort, on keeping his pace as glacially slow as Aziraphale had ordered, while the tight ring squeezing him and the blazing heat gradually engulfing him stoked his need to move. Gabriel gasped harshly, resting his hands on Crowley's narrow hipbones as he paused for his own sake, wrestling himself under control.
Crowley tightened deliberately with a greedy whine, and Gabriel grunted, hips jerking forward of their own volition. He managed to halt the impulsive motion quickly enough that Aziraphale didn't call him out for it, thankfully, but he found himself shaking in the wake of the burst of sensation.
When at last he could get no deeper, both of them groaning as they pressed flush together, Gabriel noticed movement in his periphery. Aziraphale came up to the side of the bed and pet Crowley's hair, gazing down at the demon in admiration.
"Full enough, dear?" he asked with a smile and tilted head as his free hand reached between them to run a finger around Crowley's stretched rim. Crowley's response was an incoherent jumble of sounds that lent no clarity to Gabriel, but Aziraphale seemed pleased well enough as the angel switched his attentions. "And yourself?"
"Couldn't be better, sir," Gabriel replied swiftly. He'd tried to make his response light, but the strain was still evident in his voice.
"Start slow, please. And here," Aziraphale maneuvered Gabriel over Crowley, bracing one hand on the bed up near the demon's head and the other on Crowley's shoulder. Then he lifted Gabriel's right leg, pulling it from its kneeling position to place his foot flat on the bed in front of Crowley's knee. "There. That'll do nicely. Let you get nice and deep while I have a lovely view."
Reaching up, Aziraphale cupped Gabriel's cheek and gave him a deep kiss, briefly succeeding in distracting him from the vice grip on his cock. He did the same for Crowley, before murmuring something into his ear, receiving a rapid nod in response. Chuckling, Aziraphale patted Crowley's ass fondly before returning to his chair with an airy wave. "Carry on, now, my darling boys. And remember, slowly."
Gabriel shifted a bit, better stabilizing himself without ruining Aziraphale's careful positioning, then withdrew deliberately and sank home once more, letting the pleasure of that tight grip wash over him.
Crowley hissed out a blissful, "Fuck, yes."
That was all the encouragement Gabriel needed. The demon felt amazing and sounded even better, each steady thrust making Crowley hum or sigh happily beneath him. Soon enough, Crowley started grinding back, impaling himself, almost demanding more – something Gabriel was all too eager to give.
He increased his tempo, feeling his own pleasure flare with the change. Crowley moaned, bracing himself to meet each thrust hungrily. Gabriel responded with a guttural sound of his own and upped his pace yet again, starting to chase the bright hot flashes of sensation that he knew would lead him over the edge.
"Gabriel." The admonishment from the throne sliced cleanly through his desires, and Gabriel stuttered to a halt, chest heaving.
The protest came immediately. "No, don't stop, please. Damnit, Aziraphale."
When no further instruction followed, Gabriel strained to look over his shoulder and catch a glimpse of Aziraphale. "Sir?"
Aziraphale watched them with half-lidded eyes, ever-appraising and deep in thought. Gabriel kept absolutely still, difficult as it was while Crowley struggled to keep fucking himself, squirming and whining deliciously.
"Change of plans. As long as Crowley is enjoying himself and you're not finishing without permission, have at it."
Gabriel resumed moving, slowly at first. Since he'd been more or less given free rein, he shifted his hand firmly between Crowley's shoulderblades and pushed down insistently. A flicker of worry shone in the demon's eyes before he yielded, letting his arms collapse beneath him into a submissive posture.
It sent a thrill down Gabriel's spine, seeing Crowley give in to him like that. He drove in hard on the next thrust, rewarding the demon's obedience. Crowley made a needy, desperate sound, but no longer had the leverage to meet Gabriel's efforts.
He was, effectively, at Gabriel's mercy.
Without further hesitation, Gabriel gave Crowley what he'd been begging for, using the added leverage of his foot still braced on the bed to fuck roughly into the demon. Crowley let out a wild yowl, burying his face in his arms, crying out with every harsh breath, and the sound, the sight of him surrendering twisted a hook in Gabriel's gut. That edge of pleasure tugged at him, and Gabriel held tight with grim satisfaction, feeling the buzz of it in his veins, the way he could give in but wouldn't allow himself to, had enough control over his own body that he could ride the high without falling. This was one of the pleasures Aziraphale had shown him, and he reveled in it, using its force to drive Crowley into the bed.
Beneath him, Crowley writhed, and struggled, but not to get away. It was clear to Gabriel that Crowley wanted him to bear down harder on his back, hold him in place and split him open with even more frenzy than before. Crowley keened, shouted, crossed his ankles and used them to arch his back in a way that looked almost painful – and then he broke.
"I'm – I'm gonna – it's too much. Too – fuck – too good. Please don't – don't stop. Keep going. I need it. I need – " Crowley's words melted into an incomprehensible babble of don't stop and please, and then into a strained, muffled sob as he climaxed untouched, tightening around Gabriel in a blissful squeeze that threatened to drag him down.
Before even being told, Gabriel slowed, shuddering as his pace became almost languid. He'd drawn himself back right at the very peak, and that unique pleasure flowed through his body like molasses, sticky and heady.
Crowley whimpered softly, breathlessly.
"Not bad, Gabriel." Aziraphale's voice drew nearer until he felt a tap on his shoulder, then his raised thigh, a signal to straighten back up. He'd not been told to stop, so he continued at his lazy pace, luxuriating in the pleasant haze of everything feeling slightly too much despite the lack of urgency.
Aziraphale's hand slipped between them, his thumb teasing at Crowley's ass. There was a shift in pressure, a pressing slide against the side of his cock. Crowley mewled and squirmed, and Gabriel looked down to see that almost without any effort at all, Aziraphale had added his thumb within Crowley.
The concept that Crowley could fit even more inside that sleek body of his was impossibly hot. Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut and stilled once more to prevent his next thrust from doing him in.
"Hm, definitely not bad. You've done very well, Gabriel."
The praise coiled warmth in his stomach as Aziraphale continued. "I don't suspect it would take too much more to have him prepped for both of us. Now isn't that a lovely image? My dear Crowley split wide on two cocks and still begging for more?"
"Fuck," Crowley swore, voice thick, bucking back weakly as if helpless to resist.
"Hmm?" Aziraphale hummed expectantly, turning his gaze up to meet Gabriel's eyes. He teased that thumb in and out, deliberately stretching Crowley forcefully wider as he finally pulled it free.
Gabriel imagined Aziraphale's cock sliding in rhythm beside his own and swallowed, nodding, feeling his face heat at how ridiculous it was that he could suddenly want something he'd never thought of before so badly.
"Yes, I think we'll have to try that sometime." Aziraphale's mouth curled into a pleased smile. "And what about you? Are you ready to come yet, Gabriel?"
After fucking Crowley into two beautiful orgasms, the heat and need were intense. "Yes, sir," Gabriel breathed hopefully.
Aziraphale tutted. "Look at me when you answer me this time." Wrapping his hand gently around Gabriel's cock, Aziraphale gave it a light squeeze. Gabriel's fingers curled into Crowley's sides.
"Yes, I'm ready to come, sir."
"Lovely. Beg me for it."
Gabriel hesitated. He was close, but there was no way he could force any pleas past his pride yet. Not like this. "I – I don't think I can – I mean, I do want to, sir. I want to come and I want to please you, but I don't think – "
"Then I think you'd best resign yourself to not coming tonight. Or do you not need it badly enough yet? Get a move on, if you want it. Fuck him 'til you're ready, hmm?"
Before Gabriel could respond, Crowley interrupted, concern clear in his tone and in the way he craned his head abruptly to look behind him. "Angel, I'm still – "
"Sensitive, dear? Yes. I'm aware," Aziraphale dismissed, then added with far too much eagerness, "That'll help things along, I'm sure. Don't think I've missed how he reacts to the sight of you."
Crowley whined and clutched at the blanket, hiding his face.
Gabriel began moving once more, slowly, feeling so painfully close to disappointing Aziraphale, but nonetheless driven to obey. Aziraphale had told him to either give up his release or fuck Crowley until he could beg, so he'd fuck Crowley.
He just hoped he could bring himself to beg.
Beneath him, Crowley looked positively wrecked, his muscles spasming with each thrust. He winced and groaned and clawed briefly for escape before Aziraphale reached down to run fingers soothingly through his hair. Leaning down, Aziraphale whispered something in Crowley's ear that made the demon shiver from head to toe.
Soon after, Crowley growled, jerking his head to the side to snap, pitifully, "Just say please, Gabe!"
"P-please," Gabriel echoed. It was just a word; he'd said it before. But Aziraphale watched him with such expectancy, the shame of it made his face burn.
"Please let me come, sir," Crowley continued, leading, his voice strained. "Please, I need it, please, sir, please."
The combination of the intensity in Aziraphale's eyes and the weight of forcing each word to form, it was worse than having his wings waterlogged. There was a sense of overwhelming vulnerability to it, inescapable and helpless.
As Gabriel finished echoing Crowley's words, Aziraphale's face split into a warm, approving smile.
The wordless praise escalated the building pleasure within him, adding urgency to his movements and his requests for release. "Please, I've been good, haven't I, sir? Please, tell me I've earned it, sir! I want it so bad. Crowley feels so fucking perfect. Please sir."
"That's good, Gabriel. That's so good," Aziraphale crooned. "Look me in the eyes when I allow you to fill him up. You'll look at me, won't you? Don't close your eyes."
Frantic, Gabriel nodded, the words coming easily now when he said shamelessly, "Yes. Please."
Aziraphale's warm palm landed on his cheek, and the other angel purred, "Come for me, my darling, my good boy."
"Yes! Yes, sir. Thank you, sir!" Gabriel's attention fixed on Aziraphale's face as his release bloomed and finally cascaded over, his control fracturing deliberately into a thousand pieces, making an even greater mess of the demon below him. He forced his eyes to stay open throughout, gasping through an orgasm made all the better by Crowley's soft noises and Aziraphale's unwavering gaze.
The pure look of unfiltered joy and pride on Aziraphale's face was worth the difficulty of maintaining eye contact.
That look, a prize hard-won, was always worth the struggle it took to finally receive it. Every time.
As the urgency and pleasure faded, Gabriel felt that familiar, comforting warmth settle over him. Aziraphale guided him to collapse beside Crowley into a weak puddle of relaxed muscles and satisfaction.
To his surprise, Crowley actually slithered into his arms and nuzzled up against his chin, an overture that Gabriel wasn't about to turn down. Gabriel wrapped an arm around Crowley and closed his eyes, content to drift. Though Crowley's cock pressed into his hip – definitely interested in another turn – it didn't seem to bother the demon, so Gabriel let it go.
An undignified yelp from Crowley made Gabriel crack one eye open. Crowley rolled his hips once and made a small growl of frustration – hopelessly adorable and also something that Aziraphale definitely hadn't heard. Gabriel wouldn't have either if their faces hadn't been so close.
"Really, Angel?" he complained, pressing his face into Gabriel's neck and making that little growl a second time. "I'm still – "
"Sensitive. You keep saying that as if it has ever changed my mind." Aziraphale positioned himself straddling Gabriel's leg, uncharacteristically snapping his clothes away rather than stripping. "And when you stop enjoying the overstimulation, I'll stop fucking you through it. But for now…"
"Mmmh!" Crowley gave a jolt, going rigid as Aziraphale pressed him against Gabriel's body with his own. "It's too much, Aziraphale."
"And yet, you'll come all the same, won't you?" Aziraphale let out a huff of amusement, and the mattress flexed beneath his knees. Crowley winced and moaned, high-pitched and breathy. "Besides, it's hardly too much. There's no friction at all back here. Gabriel's left you wide open, my gorgeous, filthy slut."
"Please!" Crowley writhed in Gabriel's arms, fingers digging into whatever he could reach as Aziraphale pounded in harder, giving Crowley absolutely no time to do anything but endure the onslaught.
"Not at all close to your safeword, dear. Try again."
"Beautiful, mmph – fucking bastard." Gabriel had a good view of the stubborn set to Crowley's face as he said nothing more, and Aziraphale laughed.
The press of Crowley's cock against his side was growing sticky, and Gabriel wasn't sure what to do. He felt almost as if he were intruding, but they'd both essentially invited him to watch, if not to participate, both Crowley and Aziraphale using him as a – quite willing – resting place for their intimacy. Hesitantly, he rested his hands on Crowley's upper arms, giving at least a bit of stability and comfort.
Was this just how things would be? As long as the other two didn't mind, Gabriel couldn't bring himself to, either. It was kind of pleasant, being so close while both of them were so open and vulnerable – so loving – with each other.
Although part of his mind, still locked in subspace, would've appreciated a bit more direction.
He'd bring it up during the follow up discussion. It was hardly pressing – unlike Crowley's cock, and Crowley's mouth, which he had muffled against the crook of Gabriel's neck as he cried out, smearing saliva over his skin with every thrust.
Not just saliva. Were those tears? Gabriel tried to pull back and see, but Crowley only clung tighter. Instead, trying to be at least a little subtle, Gabriel murmured, "You doing okay?"
Crowley rolled his head to the side to answer, and yes, those were tears – but there was also a haze to his expression that Gabriel recognized well.
Something far away and deliciously miserable, yet completely grateful and incomprehensibly whole.
"Hurts," Crowley rasped, offering a half-formed smile before interrupting himself with a choked moan. "Sore, too much, fucking wonderful, if you stop before I come again I will rip your hair out – ah!"
Crowley's head was jerked back by the fist Aziraphale had wound into his hair, and the demon's mouth dropped open, body going slack and submissive. "Be nice," Aziraphale ordered roughly.
Released, Crowley scrabbled at Gabriel's skin, whimpering and clingy. Gabriel grabbed him instinctively, wrapping his large hands around those slim arms, and then sliding them across Crowley's hot back, holding him steady.
"Please," Crowley begged, leaning into Gabriel's grasp, sweat-slick body jolting rhythmically into Gabriel's own, "please hold me, Gabe. Grab on to me. Give me something to – fuck – " It obviously wasn't the word Crowley had intended to use, but it fit the bill regardless. After a bare second's pause, Aziraphale hadn't denied the request, so Gabriel curled one arm more snugly around Crowley's back, and reached down with the other to take Crowley's once-more leaking cock into his grasp, watching the demon's eyes roll back before fluttering closed.
Aziraphale never let up, though he had begun to make the little groaning, gasping noises that Gabriel recognized. The movement of his body slid Crowley's cock through Gabriel's loose fist, and the demon keened, so Gabriel held still, letting himself be used as support and fucktoy all at once.
It was always lovely, being the instrument of someone's pleasure, but this, with two others trusting him wholly and completely, was nearly, blasphemously divine.
"Oh, angel, I don't know if I – s'too much. I can't, I can't." Gabriel genuinely couldn't tell which was weeping more at this point, Crowley's eyes or his cock. He squirmed between them, rocking back and forth with a lost, agonizingly blissful expression.
"You can, dear. You'll take it, and keep taking it until you do, until you come all over Gabriel and make a filthy mess of him as well." Crowley cried out, and his body jolted against Gabriel's. "I'll fill you until you're dripping, I'll use you for my own until you can feel nothing but my cock inside you, mine and his, both at once, splitting you open. You're mine, darling, aren't you?"
Crowley nodded frantically, but Aziraphale only slammed in harder. "Answer me."
"Yes! Yours!" A fresh flood of tears soaked Gabriel's shoulder – and his hand. "Please!"
"That's it, none of this can't or don't . Tell me what you really feel. You know I'll take care of the rest. Give in, dear. Stop resisting."
"Please please please, fuck, angel – angel – Aziraphale!" With a despairing wail, Crowley shuddered, trembled, curled in on himself and sobbed into Gabriel's neck. He sounded like he had broken open, chest heaving with raw emotion as his cock pulsed weakly between them. He had finally submitted completely, and collapsed with a whimper, fully limp in Gabriel's embrace.
Aziraphale pulled back as Crowley fell forward, kneeling up and taking himself in one hand, steadying himself on Crowley's ass as he stroked. "Perfect, both of you. Submissive and gorgeous and – " Head falling back, he released with a long, drawn out sigh, painting Crowley's back and ass with it.
" – and mine."
Crowley still cried quietly, making adorable little sniffles against Gabriel's skin. It was wet, hot, sticky, and very, very human.
He found he liked it.
The demon didn't cry like most humans he'd seen. It was quiet, almost hauntingly beautiful, not very different from a climax, the way Crowley cried.
Aziraphale lowered himself to rest beside Gabriel, one hand playing with his hair while the other mirrored the action in Crowley's. The gentle touch seemed to unlock a floodgate in the demon, one hand pressing firmly into Aziraphale's chest as he sobbed, still draped over Gabriel's body, their legs entangled.
Through his tears, Crowley gave Aziraphale a weak glare, face twisted in defiance despite the flood of emotions. "Mine, too," he declared.
"Yours, too," Aziraphale affirmed with a smile, tenderly brushing the precious droplets from the demon's face. "Always."
If holding Crowley while Aziraphale fucked him had felt like intruding, this felt like accidentally catching a glimpse of a private Trueform merge between angels. Gabriel held his breath, still as stone, wondering if he should get up and leave, and feeling strangely hollowed out by the thought.
Their heavy breathing slowed in unison, and Crowley's weeping gradually shifted into relieved, clipped laughter.
"And you." Crowley broke eye contact with Aziraphale to focus on Gabriel, his expression forceful, determined and demanding. "You fucked me until I ugly cried. Not fair."
"I – " Gabriel frowned at Crowley's pout, unsure how to respond. "I'm sorry."
Aziraphale leaned forward and kissed the demon on the arm. "Your tears are never ugly. And that was definitely me who made you cry, dear."
Crowley's eyes flicked between them, lips still pursed in a pout, but a glint of amusement in his eyes was beginning to clue Gabriel in on the game. "Nope. Was him. Did you see that cock?"
"Of course. I've had it inside me as well, you know." Aziraphale tapped Crowley's nose disapprovingly. "He doesn't need your sass just now, you foul fiend."
Gabriel burst out laughing, a delighted sound that brought two pairs of startled eyes to his face. "You begged for my cock," he pointed out. "But I absolutely volunteer to be what brings you to tears next time. Only you'll have to ask him nicely." Gabriel jerked his head towards Aziraphale since his arms were still full of wriggly, bratty demon.
Crowley's demeanor instantly turned hopeful and beseeching, looking over at Aziraphale with widened, hungry eyes. "Oh, please yes."
"Nothing could possibly make me happier."
Crowley giggled, loose-limbed and mischievous. "Scones would."
Aziraphale rolled his eyes. "Eaten off your arse, perhaps." He smacked the demon on the ass with the comment, which only succeeded in provoking another fit of laughter, to Gabriel's bemused enjoyment.
"I could go grab 'em. You know you want 'em, angel," Crowley offered teasingly. Gabriel couldn't tell if the offer was genuine or if Crowley was just looking to get his ass slapped again.
"I do. But no, I'll get them. Clean yourselves up." Aziraphale pushed himself from the bed and snapped his fingers as he left the room, putting himself back together on the way out – and leaving Gabriel alone with Crowley, a sign of trust that filled Gabriel's chest with a strange sense of hope.
Gabriel raised one hand to obey, then hesitated. "I'm – sorry. I'm not sure what clothes to – you weren't wearing any when I got here…"
The now-familiar light of mischief shone in Crowley's eyes. "Who said anything about clothes?"
"Aziraphale said to – "
"Get clean. Not dressed." Crowley miracled the mess away. "Aziraphale likes his clothes. He also enjoys us – well, he enjoys me without mine. Got a hard time believing he'd be any different about you. And you're warmer like this anyway."
Accepting Crowley's slight weight back into his arms easily, Gabriel closed his eyes and inhaled. Strange; he'd never noticed the spark of woodsmoke in Crowley's scent, and wondered idly if that were a demon thing.
Crowley hummed, pleased, then snapped his fingers again, miracling quite a large TV onto the wall opposite the bed. He held up a remote for Gabriel. "Your pick. No Sound of Music."
Although he wasn't quite sure why Crowley had vetoed that particular title – Gabriel was quite fond of it himself – he nodded. He'd barely begun flipping through titles when Aziraphale returned, bearing a small wooden tray.
"Television?" He climbed into bed with a frown, balancing the tray on his thighs.
"If you're going to eat in my bed, I'm going to watch TV in it. Fair's fair, Angel."
"And Gabriel is selecting what we watch? You never give me the remote, dear." Aziraphale played at a haughty sniff, but winked at Gabriel as he slung an arm over the other angel's shoulders, settling in with his scones. Crowley shifted his weight so he sprawled evenly across both of them, reaching over to pluck a dried fruit from the pastries.
"Monster," Aziraphale commented mildly.
"Bastard," Crowley shot back.
Gabriel smiled.