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Crowley has been feeling bored and horny for the whole weekend. So, eventually, he decided there is nothing much better to do, than to wank himself off in the lazy Sunday afternoon.
With one fluid motion, he is lying on his black satin sheets, legs sprawling over the bed, his hand sliding under the skin-tight, dark pants he’s wearing. His other hand is holding his phone and opens Grindr, ready to imagine himself getting fucked by some of the enormous cocks he’s about to receive pictures of. Hopefully they will come with some “you’re such a good boy” or the usual “what a greedy slut you are” messages. He’s more than ready and excited for that part too.
But Crowley is definitely not ready so see the picture that shows on his screen next when he swipes right. Because nothing could have prepared him for seeing on Grindr his shy, reserved, all-proper roommate with impeccable manners. The same one that wears tartan bowties, drinks afternoon tea while reading an old book and uses phrases like “tickety-boo.” The same roommate Crowley has been having the biggest, fattest, juiciest crush on for the past couple of years, since they met actually and the cute blond moved in.
But Crowley thought he never stood a chance of being liked by such a gentleman, definitely not him, who was lascivious and foxy, and a total mess most of the time.
So when he saw that picture, his brain short-circuited for a moment. And then he remembered his profile was anonymous. He could technically sext with Aziraphale and it wouldn't have to ruin their friendship. So, he decides to check the profile with piqued curiosity.
The name reads “Scrumptilicous Daddy”.
Well, that sounds promising.
Crowley carefully adjusts the angle of the camera, making sure to capture his leaking, reddened, pulsating cock in the best possible angle, already tasting Aziraphale’s reaction as he clicks “send”.
Oh, that’s getting even more delicious than Crowley had imagined it.
His hungry, skilled fingers are already wrapped around his aroused member and moving up and down, building up the already burning pleasure.
And then he looks at the last message.
“That's a nice houseplant you got there, it’s called Aspidistra, as far as I can recall.”
Crowley’s hand freezes terrified. He looks at the photo he had just sent again, trembling and completely mortified.
He has been so focused on making his dick look nice, that he had completely missed the small, tiny detail, that his whole room and his own reflection in the mirror facing the bed, are clearly visible and identifiable.
His breath stills.
Fuck. Fuck!! FUCK!!!
The apartment is quiet and the only noise is Crowley’s deafening heartbeat. His mind is running a thousand miles per hour.
It’s still fixable, he can explain himself, he can apologise-
And then he hears a knock on his door.
Crowley stays on his bed, utterly paralysed and wildly panicking at the same time.
“Crowley, dear, can we talk?” He hears Aziraphale’s soft voice. But he can only swallow in response his eyes widened and lips parted. This can’t be happening.
“If you allow me to, I would love to do all those things that we discussed in person,” Aziraphale adds, his voice confident, yet gentle.
Crowley gets up as if in trance, his head spinning in disbelief.
He pulls up his pants, drops of precum still splattered on his stomach, and opens the door.
But nothing could have prepared him for what he witnessed in front of his unbelieving eyes and malfunctioning brain. Aziraphale is not all proper, with his old-timey vest and buttoned up shirt and a ridiculous bowtie. Well, he is wearing a shirt, but that’s about it.
Aziraphale’s hair is messy, his blue shirt is unevenly buttoned and barely covering his round, appetising belly and hairy chest, and of course his massive, hard cock that makes Crowley instinctively salivate. And then he is wearing no pants, revealing his scrumptious thunder thighs, covered by only tartan socks held by sock garters. Of fucking course. How can this man be so innocent and hot at the same time?
Crowley realises he is staring and uncontrollably blushing. But so is the other man with his rosy, plump cheeks.
“I am being very serious about praising, kissing and using you, my dear boy,” Aziraphale says as his cock visibly twitches.
“So am I,” Crowley replies through shallow breaths. “Then why am I not being kissed, praised, and used right now?”
In an instant, Aziraphale steps forward and firmly grabs the other man’s lean body, while still giving Crowley a chance to step back if he wanted to. But he doesn’t. Crowley leans closer, brushing his burning lips over soft plump ones. And in the next moment they are passionately kissing, Crowley's whole body set aflame. He is loudly moaning in the delicious man’s mouth, his hands grabbing desperately luscious curves, as Aziraphale’s strong hands hold him tightly and in place.
“Please, I need more. I need you,” Crowley cries through hot, passionate kisses.
“Take all you need, little fox.” Aziraphale gives his permission with a low voice and it makes Crowley lose his mind. “Make Daddy happy.”
Crowley immediately drops to his knees, his dick leaking and twitching impatiently. Aziraphale’s soft hand gently strokes his cheek, while their gazes are locked in an intense, blazing eye-contact. Crowley’s amber eyes are wide and wet, as he eagerly takes Aziraphale’s cock in his mouth. It’s thick, and big, and everything Crowley has ever dreamed of.
He moans, as he enthusiastically worships the delicious member, welcoming it deeper, bobbing up and down on it, while playfully teasing Aziraphale’s hefty length with his tongue.
“You are so skilled, my dear boy,” Aziraphale manages to whisper, still cupping Crowley’s face with his warm hand. “Such a talented, cunning little fox you are,” he says through a quickened breath.
Crowley whimpers, taking his dick even deeper in his starving throat.
“Are you enjoying being on your knees? Serving me and sucking my cock, like the obedient slut that you are?”
Crowley nods and moans in response, his hips trusting forward, desperately grinding on Aziraphale’s leather shoe.
“So impatient. So enticing.” Aziraphale pets his hair and Crowley takes him deeper, even more greedy and hungry. “Such a good boy you are, darling.”
Crowley’s grinding is becoming even more strenuous and frantic, staining Aziraphale’s boots with a generous amount of precum, as the redhead is moaning and whimpering loudly and shamelessly.
“Daddy’s going to come soon, if you keep pleasing me so well, dear.” Aziraphale’s voice trembles, as Crowley increases his speed, thirsty for his seed.
Yes, he would give everything to be properly fucked by Aziraphale. But his cock is way too delicious and addicting, Crowley can’t get enough from his spellbinding scent and mouth-watering taste. He is too far gone and the only thing on his mind right now is the anticipation of finally feeling and drinking Aziraphale’s spend.
“Crowley, I—“ Aziraphale doesn’t even manage to finish his sentence, before the overtaking orgasm quivers through his whole body, as generous amounts of his come spill into Crowley’s mouth and throat.
The redhead moans in response, as he savours the taste and indulges unashamedly in Aziraphale’s abundant spill.
“You are such a treasure," Aziraphale manages to say, still trying to catch his breath and shaking with post-orgasmic aftershocks.
Crowley gently and devotedly cleans his cock and looks at him with the most doe, pleased, and proud eyes Aziraphale has ever seen.
“You did a marvelous job, little fox,” Aziraphale whispers, as he tentatively helps Crowley to get up on his feet and plants a subtle kiss on his wet lips, swollen lips.
“I am proud to hear that,” Crowley replies, blushing. “—Sir.” he adds with a mischievous smile.
“I would love to fuck your brains out now, if you could handle that,” Aziraphale says with the softest voice, as he gently brushes Crowley’s long curl from his damp face.
“Ngk.” The redhead manages to swallow in utter gay panic. “Yes, please.”
And Aziraphale doesn't wait for another invitation. He scoops Crowley off the ground and carries him to his bed, sweetly laying him down.
“Would the little doll enjoy taking their reward up their little, tight ass?” Aziraphale asks, as he lifts Crowley’s leg on his shoulder and firmly grabs Crowley’s ass cheek.
“Yes, yes, yes please—” Crowley begs with a pleading, burning gaze.
Aziraphale peels off Crowley skin-tight pants, wet with smeared precum, and finally releases his reddened, throbbing, aching member.
“Anything for my sweet, smart, kitten,” Aziraphale whispers in between hot kisses. He then slides his fingers into Crowley’s mouth as the redhead obediently sucks on them without breaking eye contact, his cock hard and leaking, his mind ecstatic and driven to a breaking point.
“Such a docile, pretty, little thing,” Aziraphale says, as he withdraws his fingers from Crowley’s mouth and glides them to his entrance, Crowley’s body ignited and following each and every movement submissively.
A shivering, electrifying thrill travels through his body, when Aziraphale pushes his first finger inside, and then the second one comes. And the third.
Crowley is a moaning, crying mess already, gripping the sheets and digging his nails in Azirphale’s sweet skin.
And the Azirphale starts moving and fucking him.
“I will finger you until your hole becomes as wet as a cunt, until the only word you can pronounce is my name, until you know nothing and the only thing you are sure about is that you’re mine.”
Crowley is barely holding on, shivering and trembling uncontrollably, his orgasm building threateningly close, as Aziraphale skillfully massages and pushes his sweetest spot.
He is fighting with his last cell to prolong the heavenly pleasure.
“You are taking me so well. Such a good boy.” Aziraphale grips and starts pumping his aching cock, planting a loving kiss on his damp forehead.
Crowley whimpers and cries out, losing the last bits of control he was clinging on to, completely letting his defences down.
“Come for Daddy,” Aziraphale orders tenderly.
And that does it.
Next moment Crowley is screaming and convulsing, out of his mind, completely overtaken by the most powerful orgasm he has ever experienced. He is shooting long ropes of thick come over his own stomach, while Aziraphale is still caressing and milking his member. It takes the redhead a few minutes to ride the pleasure shockwaves. He then slowly starts catching his breath and returns to reality, as Azirapahle is lying next to him and softly petting his hair.
“Did you enjoy that, dear?” he asks caringly.
“Ngk—yes—absolutely." Crowley barely manages to gather his thoughts and form a sentence, lost in blissful haze.
“I’m really happy to hear that; so did I,” Aziraphale says as he plants another soft kiss on a sweaty forehead.
Crowley is joyfully basking in the loving attention and care, admiring Aziraphale’s soft, round tummy and strong hands, nested in his warm, cozy embrace. Feeling all soft, snug, and protected.
That is, until the soft post-orgasmic brain fog wears off and piercing thought sends chilling shivers down his spine. He and Aziraphale were texting on Grindr. The stunning man probably has a queue of other desperate men ready to bottom for him the moment he snaps his fingers. And he most probably fucks them the same way.
The thought makes Crowley sick. He has always been a bit of a jealous mess, but not to this extent after only one time.
The man clears his throat.
“Everything alright, dear?” Aziraphale asks with a caring voice.
“Yeah, uhm, sure, absolutely,” Crowley replies with a raspy voice.
“Talk to me, little fox.”
Crowley would prefer to just swallow his feelings right now, but the voice is way too inviting and comforting and next thing he knows, he is spilling all his insecurities and worries.
“No, nothing much, I was just thinking—Look, I know all that happened was completely unplanned and I will totally understand if you don’t have intentions to seriously date right now. But I don’t really feel I can do casual right now. Especially with you.”
And his mouth is officially running faster than his brain could catch up.
“I really like you and I find you really charming, and smart, and so hot. And I really liked how you just fucked me so well I literally forgot where I am. And it probably sounds embarrassing, but I don’t really like the thought of having to share you with other men.”
He is expecting Aziraphale to straight up reject him or laugh at him, but the man is still petting his hair, with a soft smile and a hopeful gleam in his pristine, light eyes.
“I was hoping you would say that, dear.” The blond man beams with a soft gaze. “I have been fancying you for quite some time now and I was so convinced you would never even consider me as an option, that I downloaded that ridiculous app. And then no one was interesting enough, until one cunning little snake slid into my messages. And of course it was you. It has always been you.”
He gently caresses Crowley’s cheek, as he sees the tears well up in the other man’s eyes.
“We might have fouled up the traditional schedule, but I would still like to invite you on an official date, if you would like that, my dear,” Aziraphale sweetly suggests.
“Yes please.” Crowley smiles, his face as red as his long, crimson curls. “You are literally a dream come true.”
“Come here, my darling,” Aziraphale invites him gently, as their lips meet in a loving, long-craved kiss.
“At least we don’t have to worry about moving in together,” Crowley quips, as they rest their foreheads against each other, his face cupped by Azirphale’s strong, caring hands.