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It only took a few days after the failed Armageddon for the angel and demon pair to share their true feelings with each other. As it turns out, nearly meeting your fate more than once within the span of a week is a pretty damn good reason to share even your most fiercely guarded secrets, even with the one whom your secret concerns.
Unsurprisingly to quite literally everyone but the two entities, the feelings were mutual. From there, their relationship quickly evolved, rapidly making up for centuries of lost time.
Crowley was overjoyed that Aziraphale was just as interested in him. He was just so happy to finally be able to call the angel “his angel” and he would have done anything for him. Though he was always secretly wrapped around the angel’s finger, he was delighted to finally outwardly give the angel whatever he wanted, and even often surprised him with new (old) books and his favorite pastries from his favorite bakeries (even if they were halfway across the world, that fact was nullified by how happy it made Aziraphale).
Another fact that was already supported by the angel’s interest in food, the demon’s interest in sleep, and their shared interest in alcohol, was the earth-bound entities’ interest in a very earthly activity. An activity that required bodies.
Somewhat surprisingly, it was Aziraphale who first brought up the idea. He was known to be a bit of a hedonist, yet Crowley was still caught off guard, though pleasantly so.
He was happy to do whatever the angel wanted him to do, however the angel wanted to be taken. Aziraphale always did his happy little shimmy whenever he suggested something new and he caught a flash of hunger and desire in his demon’s eyes before he managed to school his expression back to one of mild, pleasant interest.
Aziraphale had done this plenty of times with some nice humans in the past, but he never allowed his emotional connection to run too deep lest he be destroyed when the human unfortunately passed. It was always something short and sweet shared between them before they went their separate ways, but Crowley wasn’t going anywhere.
And so had been their lives for the past few months. Both often found themselves giggling like schoolgirls in a quiet room, just so happy to finally be able to indulge themselves in each other.
Aziraphale often got himself into trouble (and equally as, if not more often genuinely accidentally got into trouble) so that Crowley would come and rescue him; Aziraphale’s knight in shining armor. This led to fantasies about Crowley laying him down in a bed (or pressed up against a wall or bent over a table) and taking him sweetly, or roughly, however the night went. He wanted to feel Crowley inside him as he whimpered and moaned his pleasure into Crowley’s neck. He was finally able to indulge in these fantasies and dozens of them had been ticked off.
He equally as often fantasized about pressing Crowley up against a wall, as well, using his angelic strength to hold him up with nothing more than a hand under his legs as he fucked into him, listening to the whimpers falling from the demon’s lips. Or hold him down on a bed, pressing him into the mattress with his weight. Or sometimes even laying down himself, maneuvering Crowley as he spread his legs on top of him or found his pleasure himself.
However, what (he thought) he knew about his friend told him this wasn’t something he’d be interested in. Not this flamboyant creature who seemed in his element as he held Aziraphale down and growled the most erotic things into his ear.
Yet, the newfound proximity caused Aziraphale to notice some new details.
Such as when Crowley began helping out in the shop. He essentially moved there, and though his daily routine often included sleeping, talking to his angel, yelling at his plants, and some more sleeping, he made room in his schedule to help out in the shop.
Though he never said anything, Aziraphale couldn’t help but notice Crowley’s flushed face when the angel rolled up his shirtsleeves and carried a crate of books to another part of the library. The demon often had to excuse himself from the room. He thought he could feel something radiating off of the demon before he was able to reign it in, but it was familiar.
He recognized the reaction as one he experienced quite often, one he experienced when Crowley crowded him against the wall, rested his arm on the wall over his head, and dropped his voice an octave lower and said the sultriest things.
Suddenly, a lightbulb flashed over Aziraphale’s head as he got an idea.
Later that night, Aziraphale came in to assume his position in his chair while Crowley lay sprawled across the couch, effortlessly attractive. Aziraphale picked up his book and opened it, though he hardly read any of it as his excitement hummed under his skin.
Eventually, though, he couldn’t contain himself any longer and he spoke up.
“Crowley, dear, I had an idea today.”
Crowley grinned. He knew this game, he knew where this was going. “Do enlighten me, angel.”
Aziraphale smiled as well, carefully closing his book and placing it on the table to his side.
“I was thinking,” he paused, “that I could be on top tonight.”
Crowley flushed but his smile grew wider. He repositioned himself on the couch a bit, spreading his legs out, and patted his lap.
“Well, get over here then.”
Aziraphale let out a contented hum and took his reading glasses off, folding them and placing them atop the book as he stood, then made his way across the room to the waiting demon.
Crowley held out his arms for the angel, and Aziraphale took his wrists and pinned them over the demon’s head. He didn’t sit down but leaned over him, nudging a knee between Crowley’s thighs as he closed his eyes and began planting kisses on the demon’s neck; sucking bruises into the pale skin.
A somewhat surprising sound, nearly a squeak coming from Crowley’s lips caused Aziraphale to look up and he paused when he saw the expression he found there.
Crowley’s normally collected expression during these activities, often somewhat hazed by desire, instead looked surprised and confused.
“I- is this okay?” Aziraphale asked, suddenly self-conscious.
An inarticulate sound.
Oh, dear.
“I’m sorry, darling, I should have- I should have known this isn’t something you’d like-” Aziraphale began listing off apologies as he let go of Crowley’s wrists, removed his knee, and began standing up straight. He was stopped by a weak grasp of his wrists, and he looked back at the demon’s face, somewhat confused. “Oh, I thought -“
“N-no- it’s, that’s fine-” Crowley gasped. His face was thoroughly flushed, even more than usual at this point in time. His voice usually didn’t crack, either.
“Are you sure?” Aziraphale swallowed, gently peeling his hands away to wring them in front of him. “I should have asked first, I know that’s quite inadequate communication for this type of thing-”
“Ngk- no, it’s okay- I just misunderstood,” A full-body shiver shook the demon as he showed an uncharacteristic amount of nerves.
“Oh-” Aziraphale paused, “what did you think I meant?”
Crowley chuckled a bit, though his flush remained. “Though you were gonna, er, ride me or something.”
It was Aziraphale’s turn to flush and he laughed a bit as well. “Is that something you’d like?”
Crowley’s eyes widened a bit as he nodded eagerly.
Aziraphale smirked. “We can add that to the to-do list. Though… would you be… against where I intended to take things tonight?”
Crowley didn’t answer as readily as he did before, considering his answer before he shook his head, though much more slowly.
Aziraphale’s expression softened, then he asked, “Are you… sure? Crowley, dear, I don’t want you to agree to anything and everything simply because it was me who asked.”
Crowley swallowed, then croaked out, “Y-yeah- I do want it. Not- not just because you asked.” A pause as he continued to debate his answer. “‘S… something I’ve thought about… a lot… and er… for a long time.”
Aziraphale released a breath he didn’t know he was holding, then his mouth turned up in a sad smile. His glasses were on and yet he still couldn’t manage to meet Aziraphale’s gaze. “Crowley, dear boy, can you look at me?” Aziraphale then lifted Crowley’s chin a bit with his hand.
Crowley whined a bit but looked up to meet Aziraphale’s eyes.
“May I take your glasses off, dear?”
A nod and Aziraphale carefully removed the shades, folding them and placing them on the coffee table with the hand not holding the demon’s chin, and smiled sadly.
“I know how many of your wants and needs you’ve given up these last six thousand years,” he said softly. Crowley’s shoulders fell as the demon seemed to wilt.
Aziraphale continued. “But you need to know that it’s okay to ask for things sometimes, yes? You’ve taken care of me for so long, let me take care of you.”
The angel punctuated his feelings with a kiss at Crowley's temple.
Crowley’s eyes began to water and he looked away for a second, sniffing before meeting the angel’s eyes again.
“So tha’s… something you really wanna do?”
Aziraphale chuckled softly, rubbing the demon’s cheek with his thumb. “Of, trust me, I’m very interested. And I’d be happy to do anything with you, surely you should know that by now, hmm?”
“Ngk… I just… ‘s never something I let myself think about. ‘S one thing doing stuff for you, a whole different thing to imagine letting you... do stuff.. for me.”
Aziraphale’s sad smile returned once more. It probably won’t be the last one for the night. “My dear Crowley… you deserve to let someone love you the way you’d like them to.” He brushed away a tear that spilled over the demon’s cheek.
“Besides, this isn’t a transactional thing, darling. This is something I’d be doing with you. I’ll enjoy it just as much as you, perhaps even more knowing how badly you’ve wanted this.”
At this, the demon’s tears began falling faster as he laughed softly, though a bit embarrassed as well. “Thanks, angel.”
Aziraphale’s smile widened and he kissed his demon softly, now holding his head with both hands as he brushed away the tears once more, then pulled away.
“Now, I recall you telling me you never did anything with humans before. Considering we’ve never done anything like this before, that means you’ve never assumed the bottom position before. Is that correct?”
Crowley’s flush returned in full force, perhaps a bit redder than before. His hair had a formidable opponent.
“Er, uh, I’ve.. y’know, done stuff, a few times by myself before- just ah, never with… someone else, well, you- never done this with you before, ‘course you’d know that though because it’s you but uh-” He squeaked. “”M rambling. ‘M gonna stop now.”
Aziraphale chuckled and shook his head slightly. “It’s okay to be nervous, dear. I was quite nervous the first time I did this as well.”
The angel stood up once more, removing his arms from the sleeves of his tan jacket, folding it, and carefully placing it down on his usual chair.
“Now, what Effort you choose is totally and completely up to you. I’ve had experience with both, but by personal experience, a vulva is much easier for the first time.”
Somehow, Crowley’s flush grew even more as he snapped his fingers, not so subtly changing his Effort. “Pants don’t fit right like this.”
Aziraphale laughed softly, “Don’t worry, you won’t have them on for much longer.”
He pointedly ignored the demon’s flustered sputtering and undid his bowtie, placing it down on top of his coat. He then moved on to unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his shirtsleeves to expose his forearms.
Crowley’s eyes had been locked on him as he did this.
“Wh…” he paused and licked his lower lip. “What’re you uh… doing…”
Aziraphale grinned as he walked back towards the couch. “Why, getting comfortable, my dear boy. You know this takes a bit of effort.” He paused. “Though I have to admit I’ve seen what this does to you in the bookshop.” He grinned. “I want to make your first time like this memorable.”
“Ngk,” was all Crowley managed to get out. How eloquent.
Aziraphale once again nudged his knee between Crowley’s thighs, spreading them apart and settling his weight onto the couch as he leaned over Crowley. He once again leaned over and kissed the demon’s neck, one hand bracing himself while the other wandered down, slipping underneath Crowley's shirt. He splayed his hand flat on his stomach and began to rub circles with his thumb.
He knew Crowley was sensitive and, to his delight, he earned a small gasp with the movement. He trailed his fingers up and down the demon’s torso with just enough pressure to not be ticklish. He sucked small bruises into Crowley’s neck and faintly scraped his teeth against it. He smiled into his demon’s skin when he felt him begin to shift and writhe underneath him, his breathing picking up.
He sat up and grabbed hold of the hem of Crowley’s dark tee shirt, “May I?” Aziraphale asked. He smiled when he was answered with a quick “Yeh,” and a slight nod of his head. Sometimes words came difficult for the demon.
With a little help from Crowley lifting his back off the couch, Aziraphale pulled his shirt off and smiled at the new expanse of skin available to him. He placed his hands on the slight curve of his lithe waist and slid his hands upwards, gently rubbing the demon’s chest and sides. He felt his partner practically melt into the couch, his head tilted back and his eyes closed.
“My dear,” Aziraphale began, still massaging the demon.
“Mm?” was the only indicator that Crowley had even heard him, but he smiled and continued on anyways.
“Have you ever fantasized about this?”
—
Oh fuck. That was a loaded question.
Crowley tensed up a little and the action pulled a frown out of his angel, though Crowley instantly relaxed, soothed by the gentle movement of warm hands over his skin.
He thought about being intimate with Aziraphale so many times throughout the centuries. Millennia of pining led to multiple chances of imagining scenarios.
He’d fantasized about laying Aziraphale down and doing whatever he could to bring the angel pleasure hundreds of times over the centuries. The look on Aziraphale’s face, the sounds from his lips as Crowley explored his soft skin, figuring out what pulled favorable reactions from him. These fantasies had been ticked off dozens of times since they revealed their true feelings, along with fantasies he didn’t even know he’d had.
He’d only allowed himself this particular fantasy a few times, though. He was sure the angel wouldn’t want him like this, (well, he was sure he didn’t want him at all, so this was an even smaller possibility) so he mostly stopped it before it got very far. The few times he did allow it, however…
“Y-yeah, uh, few times,” Crowley responded and stifled a whimper as Aziraphale’s hands ran across his sensitive sides once more.
Aziraphale hummed in approval, then, “And how might you have imagined it, if I may ask?”
He had imagined it a few ways. He admitted to himself that most of them aren’t like what Aziraphale was doing now; he didn’t often imagine the angel taking the lead. Most of the time, Crowley imagined himself pinning the angel down on his back, suppressing some of his own (less dominant) reactions as he sat himself on the angel and brought him to his climax like that.
A few times, he allowed himself to imagine the angel pinning Crowley himself down and chasing his completion in the demon’s body, Crowley simply there for the ride.
Then, a handful of times, very few and far between, Crowley fantasized himself the center of Aziraphale’s attention. He imagined Aziraphale attentive and focused on Crowley’s pleasure.
Like now…
“I- er, few ways…” the demon choked out, his face feeling like it was burning up again.
“I see, what was your favorite way?” Aziraphale asked as his hands traveled lower, his thumbs slipping under the waistband of his jeans.
Crowley gasped softly at the new advancements and he mumbled, “like this.”
“Like this?” Aziraphale echoed, rubbing the demon’s hips and waist.
“Gentle ‘n f-focused…”
“Focused on you?” Aziraphale echoed once more, though he couldn’t miss the smile he heard in the angel’s voice. Crowley could only make a “Ngk,” at the question but Aziraphale got the idea just fine.
Crowley gasped when he felt one of Aziraphale’s hands move down to press against his sex through his jeans and rub slowly but with more than enough pressure to have the demon shifting his hips slightly.
“I’ve imagined this more than my fair share of times,” Aziraphale said, almost humming, “You, underneath me, writhing in pleasure at my hands or otherwise,” he said with a chuckle and a particularly well-aimed thumb stroke that Crowley couldn’t stifle a whimper from.
Aziraphale had thought about this before? Well, he knew by now that he’d thought of being intimate with Crowley in general, and he knew the angel had a few other fantasies that they’d since satisfied, but to imagine him like this? Just laying on the bed receiving all of Aziraphale’s affection? The idea of that did something to his body rivaling the physical stimulation.
Aziraphale smiled and moved his hand toward the zipper of Crowley’s impossibly tight pants.
“May I?” he inquired.
Crowley nodded and Aziraphale got to work unzipping his jeans and (with slight assistance from a miracle, he was sure) worked them down his long, thin legs, and then discarded the article off the side of the couch.
The angel ran his hands up and down the outside of Crowley’s thighs, his manicured nails catching on the skin every once in a while. Not enough to hurt, only leave slight red marks in their wake and elicit a low hiss from the demon.
Then, Aziraphale moved his hands in towards Crowley’s inner thighs, rubbing his thumbs under the hem of his boxers. He leaned over once more to kiss his demon’s neck again, biting softly. Crowley gasped softly and he couldn’t contain the reflex to buck his hips, then immediately felt embarrassed and his entire face flushed up.
“Angel…” Crowley gasped.
“Patience, my dear,” Aziraphale murmured, a bastard smile on his face.
He didn’t deny him for long, though, and pressed his hand between his thighs again, only thin fabric separating the angel’s hand and Crowley’s cunt. Crowley could tell he was wet when Aziraphale pressed the fabric against the folds, drawing a low chuckle from the angel’s chest.
“My, someone’s excited,” he teased softly, circling his thumb around the bundle of nerves above the folds before pressing it directly down, drawing a low moan out of the demon.
“D-don’t tease, you bassstard…” Crowley murmured, and he was momentarily horrified at having lost control of his hiss, but the smile on the angel’s face told him he didn’t mind.
The angel grasped the elastic waistband of Crowley’s boxers and pulled them down his legs as well, depositing them in the same general area as his jeans.
He watched as Aziraphale sat back on his knees and smiled down at the naked demon below him. His eyes lingered on the soft folds between his legs before he gently eased Crowley’s thighs apart further, settling himself between them. Crowley turned his head to hide his face against the back of the couch, unable to contain his flustered blush.
Aziraphale then leaned over and guided Crowley’s face back towards him and kissed the demon softly, a hand flattening low on Crowley’s stomach, low enough to once again rub his thumb over the sensitive nub. Crowley whimpered into Aziraphale’s mouth as he wrapped his arms around the angel, desperately clinging to the back of his shirt.
Aziraphale pulled away just enough to speak, pressing gentle kisses to Crowley’s jawline.
“Shhh… it’s alright, my love, I’ve got you.”
Crowley gasped as he felt a finger push inside and he pressed his face against Aziraphale’s shoulder, his muscles tensing up.
“It’s alright, dear, relax… you’ve got nothing to worry about, I have you.” Aziraphale cooed softly and rubbed circles into the demon’s hip with his free hand while the digit inside of him began to move gently.
“You’re being so brave, my dear demon. I know you trust me, but it must feel scary to put yourself into someone else’s hands like this,” he said softly against the demon’s neck, “but I promise I will make sure you won’t regret it.”
Crowley whimpered at the praise and gasped softly with each movement and eventually another finger joined the first and he moaned low in his throat.
“Do you like it?” Aziraphale asked, his fingers still gently moving back and forth within the demon.
Crowley whimpered softly and nodded, “Ssso good…” he hissed, his hips bucking slightly to meet Aziraphale’s hand. Aziraphale smiled and added yet another finger, and Crowley couldn’t help the first genuine moan that escaped his mouth.
He whimpered and whined as he pressed his hips down against the sensation, then he gasped loudly and his eyes flew open as Aziraphale began rubbing against his clit again.
Everything came together all at once, Aziraphale was here, he was interested and holding him, and fuck- his fingers were in Crowley. He couldn’t fight the tears that spilled over his eyes once again as he came with a cry.
Aziraphale took him through it, helping him ride out the aftershocks before he wrapped his arms around the teary-eyed, slightly trembling demon.
He ran a hand through the red strands and spoke softly, “Are you okay, my love?”
Crowley whimpered and pressed his face against Aziraphale’s shoulder.
“Y-yeah, just’ got… hmmg, bit emotional, ‘s all.” He mumbled, wiping his face desperately but more tears took their place.
Aziraphale simply rubbed his large, warm hand up and down Crowley’s bare back. The sensation calmed him and soon, his cheeks and lashes were wet from tears, but no more were forming. His breathing was deep and even.
“Would you be up for another one, dear?”
Oh shit- Crowley could feel Aziraphale’s Effort against his hip where they were slotted together.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry angel, I didn’t realize you haven’t-“ but he was shut up by Aziraphale pressing a kiss to his lips. Crowley whimpered softly into the kiss before Aziraphale pulled away and looked at him with such love and affection in his eyes, though something sadder sad there too.
“Don’t worry about it at all, my love. Tonight is about you.” Aziraphale pressed a kiss to his temple. “Do you want to go all the way tonight? It’s okay if you don’t, it can be… a lot.”
But Crowley did want to go all the way, anything the angel would give him, he’d accept.
“Y-yes, please…” Crowley whimpered and was rewarded with Aziraphale pushing up on his arms and coming to lean over Crowley once more, straddling his hips.
Aziraphale hummed as he kissed his neck, “I love you so, so much Crowley, you don’t realize what a blessing you are.”
Crowley would let the most heinous act of calling him a blessing slip, for now, he was currently a bit preoccupied.
He gasped softly as Aziraphale reached down and began rubbing his slightly oversensitive sex again, eliciting another hiss from Crowley. He whined softly when the angel removed his hand, but it was choked off when he watched Aziraphale begin to undo his own trousers.
Oh fuck, this was really happening. Something he’d only dared to imagine a few times, and now it was happening for real. Crowley looked up at his angel who had his tongue stuck out between his lips ever so slightly in concentration as he moved his trousers and boxers aside. The light from the lamps was warm as it illuminated Aziraphale’s face and Crowley noticed the way it reflected off of his curly, white hair almost making it look like a halo.
“Are you ready, dear?”
Crowley’s breath hitched as Aziraphale’s eyes came back to meet his own. They were slightly hazed over with desire but the warmth and affection were still undoubtedly there.
“Yeah,” he replied, nearly in a whisper.
Aziraphale lowered himself a bit onto his forearms, nudging an arm under the demon’s head, and Crowley gasped as he felt Aziraphale press up against his opening. His arms immediately shot up from where they were resting by his sides to wrap around the angel’s torso again, a soft whine devolving into a breathy moan as Aziraphale pressed further inside.
Tears pricked at the corners of Crowley’s eyes. Not from pain; none of this hurt at all. Aziraphale would never let that happen in a million years.
It just got a bit overwhelming.
Crowley was still getting used to Aziraphale loving him back. He’d always known Aziraphale never actually hated him, he was mostly just protecting Crowley by not allowing Heaven to think they had The Arrangement, let alone anything more.
But millennia of rejection, however well intended, would get to you. He began doing everything he could to make Aziraphale happy, to make him want to see him again. He was always there for the angel, even when it cost something of himself. He put aside everything he wanted and hoped for, for the sake of not going too fast for Aziraphale. He couldn’t scare him off.
He’d offer lunch dates, though he’d never admit they were dates. He’d accept the offer when Aziraphale asked, though Crowley knew he never intended them as dates. He’d handle miracles for Aziraphale, even ones outside of the arrangement.
When they became intimate after the failed Armageddon, Crowley never went any faster than Aziraphale. Despite Aziraphale sitting back and letting Crowley take the lead in their friendship prior, he began taking his own steps in their newfound relationship.
Aziraphale confessed first and Crowley reassured him when he feared his feelings weren’t reciprocated. Aziraphale was the first to kiss his head, his cheek, his lips. Aziraphale was the first to suggest going further, and Crowley would only give him exactly what he wanted. He was happy to keep his own desires locked away in case they scared Aziraphale off because he finally had him and he wouldn’t ruin this for himself.
But here Aziraphale was even after everything. Holding him, cradling him - fuck, he was inside him.
“Crowley?” a soft voice said that brought Crowley out of his thoughts, and he realized that he was crying in earnest.
“Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?” Aziraphale asked, a hand resting on his cheek as he gently rubbed tears off his cheek.
No, please don’t stop.
“Uh-uh,” Crowley grunted with a fierce shake of his head, tightening his grip on the angel.
“You’re crying, dear, does it hurt?” Aziraphale asked again, his voice a little less urgent but still concerned as he rubbed circles into the demon’s back.
“N-no, jus’.. hnng, really happy…” he admitted, burying his face into the warmth of the angel’s shoulder. He breathed in the smell of sunshine and cocoa and dust. It was distinctively Aziraphale.
He could practically hear the smile in Aziraphale’s voice when he spoke again, “I’m so glad you’re happy, dear,” and felt the angel press a kiss to his head. “Are you okay to continue?”
Crowley nodded against his shoulder, not trusting himself to speak lest his emotions spill over completely and he started sobbing. The demon’s emotions had always been a bit overwhelming, but this was a whole new level that he wasn’t used to.
He felt Aziraphale begin to rock his hips slightly, drawing a stuttering gasp from the demon. Crowley felt Aziraphale move an arm to brace himself against the couch, the other holding Crowley up against his chest.
Crowley wrapped his arms around the angel tighter, one hand on the back of his head, carding through his hair, the other in his lower back. He whimpered and whined with every gentle thrust of his hips, his hand tightening in the soft curls. He could hear Aziraphale’s soft grunts and gentle words of praise, warming Crowley’s face and squeezing more tears out of his eyes.
Crowley gasped softly as Aziraphale began to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more intentional and deep. Crowley let out a full moan again and hissed through his teeth, relishing in the pressure filling him and the drag as his angel pulled away.
He felt his canines elongating and he whimpered softly, a bit embarrassed at having lost control of his corporation this much. Aziraphale must have noticed though as he pressed a finger to the demon’s lips and Crowley took the hint, opening his mouth and whimpering as Aziraphale pressed the pad of his thumb to the point of one canine.
“Don’t be embarrassed, my sweet,” he said a bit breathily, “I love seeing you come undone because of me.” He gave one particularly harder thrust and pushed a loud moan out of Crowley’s chest, his jaw closing but not pressing hard enough to hurt Aziraphale’s finger. A low chuckle emerged from Aziraphale’s chest as he rubbed Crowley’s tongue.
“Did you like that, darling?” he teased.
Crowley tried to reply but it was lost and devolved into a whimper as Aziraphale thrust like that again, as well as the fact that his finger was still in his mouth.
Eventually, Aziraphale did remove his finger and put both arms down on the couch, bracketing Crowley’s head. He leaned down and pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on the demon’s neck and the bruises that began to litter his skin as he picked up the pace again, drawing a whine out of the demon as the force of the thrusts pressed him into the cushions, jolting his body.
“Fuck, Aziraphale -“ he whined, pressing his head back against the couch. This drew another chuckle from Aziraphale and he felt the angel’s hand under his hips, shifting the angle ever so slightly that drew a loud moan that devolved into an embarrassing whimper. He felt Aziraphale grin against his neck, his hand tightening slightly on Crowley’s hip.
Crowley felt the warmth pooling low in his stomach again; warmth and a pleasant tingling feeling. Aziraphale, on the other hand, was hardly breathing out of rhythm, albeit a bit heavier. Crowley distantly wondered how he was still so composed but it was quickly forgotten as he felt his second orgasm quickly approaching and then suddenly overtake him when Aziraphale’s fingers, still slick from Crowley’s mouth, pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Crowley cried out as he came, wrapping his arms tightly around the angel’s neck who held him and continued to thrust throughout it all, although a bit gentler. Crowley screwed his eyes shut, his breathing eventually returning somewhat normal (well, as normal as it could be with Aziraphale still thrusting into him).
Eventually, Crowley recovered himself enough to lick his lip and croak, “Angel, you haven’t -“
“Shhh,” Aziraphale cooed, rubbing his miraculously cleaned hand against his cheek. “Do not worry about a thing, my dear,” he murmured, kissing the demon’s temple. “Today is about you.”
Crowley whined softly as he thought about that, a spark of arousal reappearing in his gut. “But -“
“If you were amenable, I was hoping we could go a few more times.”
At this, Crowley couldn’t contain a well-meaning laugh. He threw his head back, his fingers still carding through the angel’s hair.
“Good Lord, angel,” Crowley said, ignoring the scowl at his choice of words. “You trying to kill me here?”
Aziraphale hummed slightly, “If that’s something you’d like,” he emphasized his point with another deeper thrust and Crowley gasped a breathy moan.
“Y-yeah, fuck, yeah,” he whimpered.
This earned a grin from Aziraphale and, to Crowley’s confusion and dismay, he pulled out and sat back on the couch. Crowley lifted his head up and looked between his still-spread legs, an eyebrow raised in confusion. He looked at the angel, somehow still as prim and proper while sitting there naked, somewhat flushed from exertion.
Crowley turned red as Aziraphale grasped Crowley gently by the waist and lifted him up as if he weighed nothing, maneuvering him around so that Crowley sat in his lap, with his back pressed against the angel’s chest. He gasped softly as he felt the angel pressed hard against his lower back, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Zira…” Crowley murmured as he felt Aziraphale’s hands trail down his sides, over his belly, and down to rub at his clit again. He gasped and bucked his hips, his sex more sensitive than before. Despite having already come twice, he felt the swirling sensation of arousal low in his belly and he whined, craning his head back to rest against Aziraphale’s shoulder.
“Angel, c‘mon -“ he urged, pressing and rocking his hips down into the angel’s lap which drew a chuckle.
“Patience, darling,” he said as he kissed the demon’s neck and down his shoulder, but didn’t make him wait much longer because Crowley felt his hands slip under his thighs and lift him up easily. He gasped a bit as he felt the tip nudging at the entrance of his cunt again, easily pressing in with the slick from his own arousal and previous orgasms. He whined as Aziraphale lowered him down until he was flush against Aziraphale’s thighs, full of the angel again.
“Fuck,” he groaned, turning his head towards the angel’s neck as he brought an arm up and wrapped it behind him, pressing against Aziraphale’s head.
“Good?” Aziraphale asked as he rocked his hips up, drawing a quick gasp from Crowley and then enthusiastic nods of approval. Aziraphale grinned and quickened his pace, drawing long, low moans out of the demon.
Crowley couldn’t contain a yelp as he felt Aziraphale’s hands begin to lift him up and bring him down as he fucked up into him, also causing him to tighten his hold on the angel’s hair and punch out increasingly desperate whines and whimpers.
Crowley breathed in abortive gasps as he felt the angel’s hands tighten on his thighs, still bringing him down quickly and forcefully into the thrusts. The movement of his entire body made it all the more overwhelming, a feeling similar to being dropped from a large height igniting in his belly every time he was slammed down onto the angel’s cock.
This was nice, Crowley thought, as he leaned back and allowed the angel to do all the work, to bring him pleasure on a silver platter. He had always been happy enough to spoil the angel rotten just to see his bright smile, but to have Aziraphale spoil him likewise bubbled up a new feeling in his chest.
He was abruptly brought out of his thoughts and gasped when he felt the angel transfer both of his legs to rest in one strong arm, hooking his arm under the demon’s knees as he leaned back, pulling Crowley’s knees back to fold him nearly in half. He whined when Aziraphale continued thrusting up into him even harder and brought his free hand down to rub against his clit again.
It was all so much, he felt tears welling up again as he held onto Aziraphale’s arm, pressing his face into his neck as they began to spill and he cried out “I love you, I love you, I love you”s into the scant space between them. He heard Aziraphale echo him as he doubled down his pace.
He was rapidly brought to a third climax, somehow no less intense, as he held onto Aziraphale’s arm for dear life and he cried out with a slightly hoarse voice as the angel continued to work him through it. He squeezed his eyes shut and his breaths came in rapid gasps and whimpers.
Eventually, he came to again, his back flush against the angel’s warm chest. He was still seated on the angel, but he wasn’t moving for the time being, Aziraphale’s arms instead wrapped gently around him. When Aziraphale noticed he was mostly conscious again, he hummed, “Hello, there, my love.”
Crowley’s breathing had slowed down significantly and his heart beat at an acceptable pace. He huffed out a breath and smiled, “H’lo.” He sighed and tilted his head when Aziraphale began kissing his neck, gentle pecks over what he knew were rapidly forming bruises.
“Do you think you could give me two more?” Aziraphale asked after a moment, skimming a hand gently down the demon’s belly.
Crowley’s legs felt like jelly, but fuck, he would do anything Aziraphale asked. He shifted his hips slightly and gasped to find Aziraphale still hard, and bit back a whimper.
“Yeah,” he replied breathily.
“Are you sure, dear? You aren’t too sensitive?” he asked, still low and practically purring, but with a hint of concern.
“Yes, please,” Crowley whined, bucking his hips again. This drew a chuckle from the angel.
“Of course, my dear.”
Crowley gasped as Aziraphale stood up off the couch and brought Crowley with him, with nothing more than a soft grunt to signify any exertion at all. The next moment, however, Crowley felt the angel pulling out again and he whined softly, missing the feeling, but another moment brought him pinned up against the wall. He wasn’t touching the floor despite being an inch or two taller than Aziraphale, instead, his knees were hooked over the angel’s shoulders.
He moaned when he felt Aziraphale easily slide into the hilt and he gripped the angel’s arms effortlessly holding him up while he fucked Crowley up against the wall. He immediately adopted a fast and hard pace, every thrust nearly punching the air out of the demon’s lungs, leaving him to open his mouth in silent moans.
Crowley made various squeaks and gasps and moans, all drawn out of him by the feeling of his angel holding him and thrusting into him. He felt himself lose even further control of his corporation, and by the state of his vision, he was sure his eyes were fully golden. He could even feel his wings threatening to burst free from the ether where he hid them and all he could do was hold on.
It took a little bit longer than before, but eventually, Crowley could feel the knot tightening in his stomach before it broke loose in an overwhelming shudder that had him sobbing into the angel’s shoulder and shaking from head to toe.
Once again, Aziraphale continued to fuck him through it, but this time, he could hear the angel’s breathing become more labored and his hips began to stutter, and it only took a few more thrusts before he felt a pulsing sensation deep within himself, and then warmth as he angel came within him.
Once Crowley finally stopped shaking, he dropped his head down and went completely limp in the angel’s arms, regaining control of his breathing, and he was quite sure he was drooling onto Aziraphale’s shoulder.
Aziraphale too caught his breath and gently pulled out with an erotic slick sound and brought them both over to the couch, sitting himself down and laying Crowley across his lap. He rested his hand gently on Crowley’s belly, rubbing the skin there absently with his thumb while he brushed the hair off of Crowley’s forehead.
When Crowley was mostly coherent again, he smiled down at him. “How are you feeling, love?”
Crowley was exhausted, but pleasantly so. He felt slightly tingly all over and he smiled at feeling the angel’s warm hands on him.
“Amazing, angel…” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. At this, the angel’s brow furrowed slightly and with a flick of his wrist, he manifested a glass of water.
“Drink, dear,” he murmured and brought the glass to his lips, tilting it to help Crowley drink it. Crowley didn’t object, the cool water felt good going down his throat. He drank nearly the entire glass before indicating he was done, and with another gesture, it was gone again.
Aziraphale continued to card his fingers through his hair before he spoke again, “Do you still think you can go once more?”
Against all odds, Crowley felt one more tiny spark of arousal and he nodded. “Yeh,” he said to reinforce his decision. At that, Aziraphale smiled and played around with some pillows before standing up and resting Crowley against the pillows on his back.
“Angel?” Crowley asked absently before coming to the realization as Aziraphale settled himself, leaning over, between Crowley’s thighs.
“Well, I’ve got to clean you up, don’t I?”
Crowley hissed as his entire face flushed once again, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth as he averted his eyes. His angel was being a bit more than “ just enough of a bastard.”
Aziraphale chuckled and then Crowley moaned, low and drawn out as he felt Aziraphale’s tongue against his cunt, dipping in slightly with an appreciative moan that was usually reserved for a piece of cake before going back up to press it against his clit. Crowley whined loudly and pressed his legs together, the sensation almost too much, but Aziraphale held his thighs open as he began to move his tongue.
Crowley threw an arm over his eyes as he leaned his head back, his chest concaving slightly as he breathed heavily. Aziraphale continued to lick and press his tongue inside, lapping up their mixed climaxes and arousal, fucking cleaning him up.
Then, Crowley felt one hand leave his thigh as Aziraphale redirected his attention to Crowley’s clit once again, then he moaned loudly when two fingers pressed inside, hooking just so that brought Crowley to one final, weak but no less satisfying orgasm. Aziraphale hummed appreciatively and worked him through this one as well, before finally, finally coming back up and laying beside Crowley.
He wrapped his arms around the shivering demon, manifesting a blanket over the top of the both of them before he put a hand on his cheek and pulled Crowley into a gentle kiss. Crowley could taste himself and Aziraphale on his tongue, but it really just made it all the better as he enthusiastically returned to kiss.
After a moment, Aziraphale pulled away gently and smiled down at the sleepy, sated demon.
“Do you need anything, love?” he asked quietly while pushing Crowley’s sweat-damp hair off his forehead.
Crowley’s heart once again swelled upon hearing the affectionate name, and he pressed his face into Aziraphale’s shoulder once more. He had everything he ever needed or would ever need.
“Just you,” he murmured, snaking his shaking arms around the angel’s soft body.
He could practically hear Aziraphale smiling as he wrapped his arms around Crowley, pulling him impossibly closer.
“I believe that can be arranged,” he hummed as Crowley began to succumb to sleep, and pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of his head.
“Love you, angel,” Crowley whispered as the last threads of consciousness escaped him and he fell into a satisfying sleep.
“I love you too, my dear demon,” Aziraphale whispered into soft locks of red hair, smiling as he heard Crowley’s breathing even out for a comfortable sleep.