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Crowley had always been trying to find ways to punish Aziraphale. Nothing violent, of course. All consensual.
But he needed to be taught a lesson, desperately. His angel had been extra sassy lately, thinking that he had control over Crowley.
Well that was about to change.
<~•~>
Crowley had taken Aziraphale out to dine at the Ritz. Their daily dinner date. Since they’d become an “us”—after they stopped the second coming—they’d made it a routine to go on some sort of date every night.
Tonight, they chose the Ritz.
So while Aziraphale was happily eating his food, a waiter came over and started flirting with him.
Harmless, yes. But right in front of him? What kind of person does that?
Though, when Aziraphale started talking to him, he was flirting too. Now, maybe he wasn’t and perhaps just being nice, like the angel he was. But it seemed like more than that. Much more.
“Hey, go get me a drink.” Crowley finally snapped at the waiter. The man left fearfully.
“Crowley! That was very rude of you! We were having such a lovely conversation.” Aziraphale glared at him, but he didn’t care.
Crowley stood up carelessly. “We’re leaving. Now.”
“What- Crowley!”
He stormed off from the table, leaving Aziraphale behind to catch up.
“Crowley!” Aziraphale grabbed him by the shoulder once he finally caught up to him.
Crowley spun around and grabbed his wrist, pinning him against the car
“What? Did I interrupt your frivolous conversation?”
“Crowley, what are you talking about?” The angel cupped his face with his free hand.
“Don’t give me that. You know damn well that man was flirting with you.” Crowley ground his hips against his.
“Ah! Crowley, stop that.” Aziraphale pouted blushingly, pulling his wrist away from his grasp.
The angel sighed—perhaps even almost hummed in anticipation—and said, “Let’s talk about this at home. Okay, my dear?”
“Ngk, fine.”
And they drove off.
<~•~>
They arrived at the cottage and Crowley—in his petty demonic nature—stormed off inside.
“Crowley, what is the matter? Have I done something wrong?” The angel followed behind him, shutting the cottage door.
“You know damn well what you did.” Crowley whispered as he pinned Aziraphale to the door, holding him by the lapels.
“I’m afraid I don’t, my dear. Care to explain?” The angel smirked. He knew was he was doing.
Crowley reached down and cupped the angel’s growing arousal, presenting a moan from him. He squeezed harder.
“I want you to say it.”
“Oh, please, Crowley!”
“No, I want you to tell me what you did. Or I’m going to have to punish you.”
Aziraphale whined in impatience, bucking his hips.
“On your knees, now.” Crowley demanded, stopping his ministrations abruptly.
The angel obeyed reluctantly, dropping to his knees.
“Good boy. Now suck.” He unzipped his jeans, pulling out his half-hard cock.
Aziraphale parted his lips around the tip, sucking on the precum and lapping with his tongue. He knew just how to drive Crowley insane.
After a few minutes of bliss, Crowley spoke, “Up!” And pulled him off his cock, a string of saliva connecting the angel’s mouth with him.
“Are you ready to behave yet?” His gold eyes pierced through him.
Aziraphale said nothing. Just looked up at him with those devilish blue eyes of his, asking for more.
“I’ll take that as a no.” Crowley pulled him towards the couch and onto his lap, stroking up and down his waist and thighs.
“You’re not being very angelic today are you? Guess I really can’t be calling you angel. How do you like ‘sweetheart’?”
“I love it. But Angel just hits my ears right…” Aziraphale started to tease him, kissing up his neck and nibbling on his ear lobe.
“Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart. I’m not done teaching you a lesson just yet,” Crowley grabbed his chin, holding it up to his face, “Now, bend over my lap for me.”
Aziraphale obeyed, seeming like he was enjoying this very much.
“Now, remind me of our word.” Crowley paused to stroke his lower back.
“Crêpes.”
“Good boy. Remember to use it if you’re uncomfortable, okay, Aziraphale?”
“I will, my dear.” Aziraphale keened.
Crowley smiled and brought his head down to kiss him before miracling his pants away.
“Ready?”
The angel nodded enthusiastically.
So Crowley brought his hand down flush against his arse, throating a yelp from the angel.
He smacked him again, harder, the noise echoing through the living room.
Aziraphale whimpered, arching his back. “Please, Crowley.”
“You’ll get what you need after, sweetheart. Now, tell me what you did wrong.” Crowley slapped his arse again, this time ghosting his fingers over his hole.
“Please! Crowley!” He whined again, clenching his cheeks.
“Not until you tell me what you did.” He raised his voice, bring his hand down harder.
“I let another man flirt with me.” Aziraphale whimpered out finally, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.
“Good boy. Now, apologize?”
“I’m sorry! So sorry, Crowley. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
“Very good, sweetheart. Now sit up.” Crowley caressed his red arse, being gentle now that he’d been good.
Aziraphale got up, straddling Crowley’s lap and whining when he decided to miracle him lubricated.
“Shh, I’m going to take care of you now, Angel.” He slipped inside carefully.
“Please, Crowley.” Aziraphale moaned, gripping onto his shoulders.
“Please, what? Use your words.”
“Please kiss me!” Tears fell from his eyes. Not from despair, but from pleasure.
“Your wish is my command.” Crowley kissed him, wrapping his black clad arms around his angel.
He moved them down so the angel was on his back on the sofa and he was on top.
“How do you want me, Angel?”
“Just like this. Go faster, please.”
Crowley pulled out to the tip and slammed back in, his rhythm growing faster with each thrust.
The noises that came out of Aziraphale. Oh. So unholy. So delicious. Crowley might’ve come right there if he didn’t have his self control backing him up.
“That’s it, Angel. Come for me. Now.” He demanded.
Aziraphale almost immediately obeyed, spilling white ropes all over Crowley’s hand, moaning the loudest he’d ever heard.
Crowley thrust a few more times before shooting his load inside the angel. Moaning and panting as he collapsed on top of him in a heap of sweat and seed.
“How did you like that, Angel? Was it too much?” He finally asked once he’d caught his breath.
“Oh, my dear, it was perfect. Thank you.” Aziraphale smiled wetly, cupping Crowley’s face.
“I love you, ‘Ziraphale.”
“I love you too, Crowley.”