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"Oh dear," Aziraphale said, fully waking up as he realized how his shoulder had been digging into Crowley's neck. "Are you alright?"
Crowley sucked in a huge breath, his yellow eyes watering. "You don't—you could stay," he muttered weakly.
Aziraphale sat up more fully and clutched the bedsheet to himself. "My dear, I was choking you."
"Right, no. You're right. Don't know what I was saying." Crowley reached for the bedside table and slipped his sunglasses on. "Better get on with the day, then."
Aziraphale narrowed his eyes. He was missing something. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing," Crowley lied. Usually when he was up to something, he'd do it with a smirk and some amount of swagger. But when he had a scheme and that swirl of a fake smile on his face, Aziraphale always had reason to worry. "Go on, angel. I'm sure there's a hot cocoa in the kitchen with your name on it."
"No, I think I'll stay," Aziraphale said, lowering himself back down and wriggling a bit until he was in much the same position as he was before. He didn't put all his weight down against Crowley's neck, scared at what that might do, but he heard Crowley's sharp intake of breath distinctly as he pressed against the tender flesh.
Aziraphale shot back up. "There! See! I heard that. What is it?"
"Please drop it," Crowley said warily.
"Take off those things and talk to me," Aziraphale pleaded, making his eyes big and round until Crowley complied, setting his sunglasses aside.
"You won't like it," he warned.
"All the more reason to tell me."
Crowley ripped the duvet away, revealing the erection pressing against the constraints of his briefs. "I was awake when you shifted in your sleep. I could've pushed you off of me, but—"
It took Aziraphale a moment to piece together what Crowley was saying. It wasn't until his hand drifted up to his neck that the pieces clicked into place. "You… you liked it. That I was choking you."
"Mostly imagining you doing it on purpose," Crowley admitted, cringing.
"Oh," Aziraphale breathed, overwhelmed. He never would've guessed that was what was going on. It was one thing to let his weight fall where it may, but—on purpose?
"We can forget it ever happened," Crowley offered, covering himself back up with the duvet.
"No, wait. I—" He could hardly believe what he was saying. "I think I might… like to try it?" Crowley gaped at him. "Just a little."
"I… whatever you want, angel."
Aziraphale climbed atop him, leaning down for a kiss that Crowley eagerly returned. After a few minutes of delightful snogging, he bent his arm at the elbow and slid it between them. When his forearm rested carefully over Crowley's neck, he leaned into it, feeling Crowley's breath catch without releasing.
"Good?" Aziraphale asked, nearly breathless himself.
Crowley nodded, his pupils blown. Aziraphale lowered his lips to Crowley's again, sucking gently while Crowley's focus was elsewhere.
He couldn't bear to keep it up for long, but by the time he removed his arm, Crowley was flailing, gripping onto him, rutting against him with fervent need.
"That's it, my dear. Take what you need."
Crowley whined and jerked against him, arousal evident in every line of his body. Aziraphale felt a thrill at knowing he'd done all this himself.
"So… so good," Crowley croaked as he floated in pleasure.
"Nothing but good," Aziraphale agreed, smiling sweetly. He gave Crowley a moment before he pulled him into more kisses, letting himself indulge a little before finally getting out of bed.
"Now, I believe you mentioned hot cocoa."