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Elbows deep in his greenhouse, Crowley does his best to finish up the plot he is working on before it gets dark. Not that it takes all that long to get dark these days. Huffing and wiping the sweat off of his face with a raised arm, the demon looks over at everything he has accomplished. “Should be good for a while now, at least.”
Scanning the rest of the plots, he spends a few minutes categorizing all of the other projects he will have to get done by the end of the week. Finally pulling off his gloves, Crowley packs up his tools and starts to head back to the main part of the cottage.
The second he opens the greenhouse doors, a blast of cold air hits him. Wishing he had remembered to bring his coat with him, he makes his way across the ground quickly. The cottage of course is warm and cozy as always when he reaches it. “Aziraphale?”
“Library, my dear,” the angel calls back.
He starts to head towards the mentioned room before he remembers the state of himself. Sighing, he waves a hands, sending the dirty clothes upstairs and replacing them with more comfortable ones. Running a hand through his hair, he pulls off his glasses and makes his way to the room full of books.
The angel is exactly where he expects him to be: standing in front of the fire with a book in his hand. One glance is all it takes for Crowley to realize the other being has been pacing while reading again and he knows he’s smiling softly at the sight. Watching for a moment longer, Crowley finally pulls himself from the door frame and saunters his way towards Aziraphale.
Coming up behind his angel, Crowley slowly wraps his arms around Aziraphale’s middle, pulling him back just enough. “Hello, my angel,” he whispers before he nuzzles his face against the angel’s neck.
The sound of a book closing just barely reaches his ears. “Welcome back,” Aziraphale murmurs and the demon feels a hand reach back for him. It doesn’t take long for fingers to thread through his hair, carefully dodging the braids.
“Hmmm...” Crowley hums, pulling Aziraphale back even more until the angel’s weight rocks against him. The fire crackles in front of them, chasing away the last of the chill in his bones. “Aziraphale...”
“What do you need tonight, my dear demon?”
As the angel asks, nails scrape against his scalp and Crowley shivers. Instead of answering the question, he only nuzzles the angels’ neck again before running his nose along the soft skin there. He uses it to follow the lone up the angel’s neck until he reaches the other’s ear. “Only you, angel. Only ever you.”
Pressed as close as they are together, Crowley can feel the moment the angel holds back his shiver and the demon decides he’s determined to get one out of him before they leave this room. “A-ahm... Are you sure?”
Crowley can’t really blame him for asking. Not after everything they have gone through in the last few years. The last few months, even. Either way, his smile grows and he moves to press his lips to Aziraphale’s skin. “Angel,” he murmurs before placing another kiss. “Please.”
There had been a lot of talking between them. Discussions Crowley could have never imagined having with the angel, and yet, there had been a lot of them lately. Because of all of these talks, Crowley knows exactly where this could possibly go and... “I need you...”
This time, the angel shudders so hard, Crowley has to hold on tighter, especially as a wave of lust washes over him. “Oh, you fou-”
“I need you,” the demon repeats before kissing a trail over the tendons in Aziraphale’s neck. When his tongue flicks out, gently licking at the softness, he almost expects another shiver and braces for it.
Instead, the angel turns around in his arms fast enough that it’s all he can do to hang on and blue eyes find his all too quickly. Crowley’s breath catches when he sees the intensity that fills them paired with so much- “Are you sure?”
Aziraphale’s words rock him. Reaching out, he grabs onto the angel’s shirt, noticing for the first time that the jacket is gone. Between the look in his eyes and the tone in his voice, Crowley needs the support as he rocks between the emotions being thrown his way. It will only take a word or two to set things in motion. Comforted by the thought that all he has to do is ask for it all to stop if he really wants it to, he pulls himself closer to the angel again.
Arms moving to wrap around the angel’s neck and shoulders, Crowley leans in to whisper directly into Aziraphale’s ear. “Angel,” he sighs. “I... need you.”
A breath ghosts over his skin and Crowley feels his knees get weak. He reminds them silently that they have a job to do, for now, and that there will be no collapsing. “Upstairs, or down?”
The words are spoken with no urgency, no hint at what will come next. Mulling the options over, he almost loses his thoughts entirely as arms move to land just above his hips. Hissing softly, Crowley leans into the touch and fingers start to dance over him. “I need an answer, my dear.”
A whine escapes the demon before he can even entertain the thought of holding it back. “Angel,” he breathes out.
Those hands move further up his ribs, pressing harder into him. “We can just stay like this all night, if you want,” Aziraphale murmurs. “Nothing is going to happen without your say so. All about you tonight.”
Knees threatening to give out once more purely from the tone of the angel’s voice, Crowley manages to bite back the moan that rises in his throat. As he tries to get his brain back on line, his fingers move to thread through Aziraphale’s hair. “Much as I love the fire place, I think I might love our bed even more.”
His words cause Aziraphale to break slightly and a golden chuckle dances in the air around them. “I also love the bed more, I do believe. Together? or?”
Immediately knowing what the angel is asking him, Crowley presses his lips to Aziraphale’s neck one more time before pulling away. “Five - no... Ten minutes.”
Aziraphale nods. “Alright; ten minutes.”
It takes all of his strength to pull away. Pressing one last kiss to Aziraphale’s skin, he finally pulls himself out of the other’s arms. A shiver runs through Crowley’s body as he back away, but he ignores it and turns to head towards the stairs. Somehow, he can still feel the angel looking at him, can still feel the intensity...
When he reaches their room, he settles on the bed. Thoughts swirl around him now that he is alone. Heart beating too quickly in his chest, he hangs his head for a second. Much as he wants this - and he knows without a doubt he does - he’s having a hard time knowing he gets to have this. Doubt threatens to set in, tendrils already creeping around the edges of his mind, and shakes his head to try and clear it.
“Crowley?”
Pulling his head up, the demon finds the angel staring down at him from the doorway. He can instantly see the worry that’s starting to take over Aziraphale’s features and he pulls himself off of the bed at the sight. “I’m alright,” he whispers, reaching for the angel’s hands. “Really.”
Crowley knows exactly what the angel is worried about. Even with how long it has been since either of their last episodes, with how much they’ve talked about it all, all of the planning and research he knows Aziraphale has done... This is a big step for them. One Crowley knows the other has been waiting for him to take.
Using the hands still in his grip, Crowley pulls Aziraphale into the room. “I need you,” he whispers as he raises one of the hands in his hold, maneuvering it so it cups his check. Eyes fluttering at the touch, he almost misses the change that comes over Aziraphale’s face.
“Hands on my hips, dear.”
The soft command wraps around Crowley and he has to take a deep breath to steady himself. On the exhale, his hands move to do exactly what was asked of them. Take control, angel... I need...
“I’ve got you,” Aziraphale says before moving his other hand up to Crowley’s face. Thumbs stroke over the demon’s checks. Just as he starts to sway, the angel moves in closer and Crowley gasps as lips are finally pressed to his skin.
They press a blazing trail up his neck, barely even brushing his skin, but it’s enough to have the demon’s heart racing. One hand slides from his face to his hair, gripping the strands and Crowley moans softly as his head is tilted. Aziraphale only continues to press his lips against his neck. When the second hand leaves his face to land on his chest, Crowley’s breath catches moments before lips finally find his own.
It’s not the first kiss they’ve shared. Not even the first since the bookshop. It is the first kiss that doesn’t stay calm. Soon after Aziraphale presses them gently together, the angel turns ravenous and it’s all Crowley can do to hang on. The demon’s fingers dig into the angel’s lips, holding on tightly as his mouth is licked open.
Crowley’s knees threaten to buckle once more but he just manages to stay standing. The feeling of the angel’s tongue swiping against his own, coaxing it into a dance he just barely knows the moves for, has the room spinning around him. Just as he starts to get lost in the feelings, the hand in his hair tugs at him again and Crowley can’t hold back the gasp it tears from him.
“Such as needy demon you are,” Aziraphale murmurs and a whine falls from Crowley’s lips. He’s panting heavily and they’ve barely done anything. “Hardly even touched you yet, have I. And yet-”
“Angel,” the demon breathes out. “Angel, please-”
The hand in his hair relaxes its grip and Crowley peels his eyes open to look at Aziraphale. “Don’t worry, Crowley. I’ve got you.”
Hands are slowly pulled away from him and Crowley bites back the whine that tries to force its way out of him. He can tell Aziraphale isn’t going anywhere but losing the touch on his skin aches more than he ever thought it could. As he watches, the angel starts to roll the sleeves of his shirt up, barring his forearms, and the demon feels his mouth start to water at the sight. He must get lost looking because the next thing he knows, the angel’s hands are on his face again. Blinking, he pulls his eyes up to look into the angel’s.
“Is this alright?” Aziraphale asks carefully.
Swallowing thickly, Crowley forces himself to nod. He knows that won’t be enough of an answer and takes a moment to remind his mouth it needs to speak. “Everything’s great, Aziraphale.”
The smile he receives melts him. “Oh, I’m ever so glad to hear that.” Another kiss is pressed to his lips, a short one that Crowley tries to chase even as it ends. “Now, stand right here for me.”
There’s no way Crowley will ever be able to disobey his angel, not when he talks in that tone of voice. I’ll do anything you ask...
Aziraphale stands silently in front of him for a minute or two and Crowley can almost hear the thought behind those eyes. Just as his patience starts to run out, as his mouth starts to open, the angel raises a brow and silences him with a look alone. “I have a favor to ask of you.”
Crowley whines. “Anything.”
Chuckling softly, Aziraphale crosses his arms and the demon can’t stop his eyes from tracking over the bare skin. “Focus, dear,” the angel tuts and Crowley does his best to pick his eyes back up.
“Now, I don’t know how long it has been for you,” the angel starts, his tone trying very hard to sound serious. “But with everything that has happened the past few years, well... I’m out of practice.”
The angel’s words slowly filter in for Crowley, but when they do, his head snaps up quickly. “Are you implying-?”
“Well, of course! Been here long enough to have done some experimenting.” The angel is both offended and tickled that somehow the temptation demon thinks he has been entirely innocent. Crowley can see it all over the other’s face, yet he still has to take a moment to wrap his head around all of this.
“A-alright. Not your first t-time,” he finally stutters out and he can feel his cheeks growing redder with every passing second.
Aziraphale chuckles. “Now as I was saying, it has been a bit for me and I have to say, I don’t really know where I want to start.”
Start anywhere. As long as your hands are on me, I don’t care. Use me, drag me to my knees, anything.
“I want to start with something simple.” The angel stalks closer to Crowley and his breath catches. “Show me how you like to be touched.”
His brain shorts. “Ngk...”
“That’s right,” Aziraphale whispers as he steps closer, maneuvering around Crowley as he goes. “Show me how you like to be explored. Let me see you come undone, my dear. Show me every detail you can.”
Crowley’s knees do buckle this time as the words are whispered into his ear. The angel catches him easily enough though and the demon is backed up to the bed where he lands gracelessly. Aziraphale leaves a hand on his shoulder, steadying him while he waits for the room to stop spinning a bit. When he does finally, he looks up towards the other, only to find them waiting.
Shaking only slightly, Crowley raises his hands and for the hem of his loose sweater. It only takes him a few pulls to get it over his head, but even that short amount of time without seeing the angel’s eyes leaves him feeling empty. The second he makes contact with them again, he shivers.
“Beautiful as always, my dear,” Aziraphale breaths out and Crowley almost chokes on a whine that gets trapped behind his teeth. “Such a wonderful sight you are.”
The angel’s hands twitch at his sides and Crowley has to bite back a grin; the small sign is just enough to let him know how close the angel is to truly losing control. With that thought in mind, Crowley finally picks up a hand and places it against his sternum, touch light as a feather. Blue eyes watch his every move and the demon has to remind himself not to rush his hand up to his neck. By the time his fingers reach sensitive skin, he’s panting again.
“Alwayssss liked being... touched... here,” he manages to get out as he traces patterns into his skin. It doesn’t take long before his hand is moving again, wrapping around his neck. He can feel every part of his swallow once he has encircled himself and heat courses through his body when he squeezes just enough to get his point across.
“Oh,” Aziraphale sighs out, eyes never leaving Crowley’s neck and the demon can see the information being filled away even as he shares it.
Knowing he doesn’t need to explain further, Crowley relaxes his fingers and moves his hand lower, playing with the ridges of his collarbone. His touch is once again feather light and causes him to shiver as his skin crawls. As he continues to touch himself, his eyes flutter and his mouth hangs open on a silent whisper. Closing in on a nipple, the whine does finally escape him as he touches himself.
“So beautiful,” the angel whispers and Crowley tilts his head back in at the praise.
Slowly rolling the bud between his fingers, Crowley brings his other hand up and slowly slips a finger into his mouth. He carefully sucks on the digit, listening for more sounds from the angel, but also intent on chasing his own pleasure now.
“Is touch important?” The angel asks and Crowley can only nod as he continues to suck on his fingers. “Now now, Crowley. Have to use your words.”
Pulling his fingers form his mouth with a whine, he moves the digits down to his other nipple with a gaps. “N-need to be touched. Sssspent so long...”
A hand lands in his hair and he leans back into the feeling. Dry hand finally moving downwards again, the demon tilts his head back and peels his eyes open. “What else do you like?”
Shivering from Aziraphale’s tone, the demon pulls away from the other nipple and reaches for the hand in his hair. Gently, he threads the other’s digits through the strands before tightening both of their grips at the back. His gasps is louder this time and it’s all he can do to focus on the hand running over the flat plane of his stomach. The rush of lust that flows his way makes it all the harder on him.
Aziraphale hums in approval. “Doing so good for me. You really are.” Crowley whines. “Can you do something different? Can you show me the other places you like to be touched? It can be quick examples, if you want.”
The hand in his hair doesn’t move and Crowley uses the feeling to ground himself. Slowly, he maps out the more sensitive areas he has: his neck, shoulders, chest. Lower to his hip bones and the line that leads down on either side. Fingers graze over cloth covered skin as he brushes against his inner thighs.
“Anywhere else?” Aziraphale asks and Crowley knows he needs to find his words this time.
Clearing his throat, he has to swallow hard before the words come. “M-my back... So much of it...”
“Yes, I can see how that would be the case. Thank you, my dear,” the angel states simply.
When the hand in his hair releases, Crowley can’t hold back a whimper. “Aziraphale...”
“Quite right,” the angel says with a smile. “You need more, don’t you. Such a greedy serpent you are.”
The words punch the air out of Crowley with a choked off sound and he can barely keep his eyes open as he waits for more. His perfect angel knows, he always knows, and doesn’t keep him waiting for long.
The next thing the angle says almost as him shaking out of his skin. “Farther up on the bed. It’s my turn to touch you now.”
Nodding as best as he can, Crowley shifts so he can push himself up onto the bed. He barely gets himself settled towards the middle of it before the angel is reaching for him. As a hand slides against his skin, Crowley barely registers the sight of Aziraphale’s knee landing on the bed between his legs. “Angel,” he half whispers.
Aziraphale only gives him that same soft look as he continues to move his hand over the demon’s skin. “It’s a good thing all I have ever wanted to do,” he finally starts as his blue eyes find Crowley’s. “All I have ever felt drawn to do... All I have itched to do all of these years-”
“Zira...” Crowley begs, the angel’s words floating around him as thick fingers move to his neck.
A chuckle. “Oh, Crowley. I have craved this. Craved the chance to touch you, to feel your skin beneath my hands. In fact, I’ve been so starved-”
Brain shorting as the angel’s fingers move to his face, Crowley falls to the bed, but the angel only follows him. “Pleasssse...”
Without wasting another second, Aziraphale descends on Crowley as it’s all the demon can do to hold on as lips press against his skin. Wherever fingers travel over his face, a kiss follows. The duel sensations between the softness and the warmth have him trembling and it gets him to finally raise one of his own hands. Scrabbling, Crowley latches onto the shirt that still covers his angel as he does his best to hold on.
It doesn’t take long for those clever fingers to move down his neck and lips follow them. Panting, Crowley finally manages to pull his eyes open again, but can’t bring himself to look away from the ceiling. The second a tongue slips from those perfect lips, stars explode above him. “Angel,” he gasps.
Those lips curve into a smile even as they continue to press open mouthed kisses against him. When fingers trail to his chest, lips don’t follow, but the demon finds he doesn’t care. A strip is licked up the column of his neck and Crowley shivers once more. Aziraphale lowers his body, pressing into Crowley’s, and a warmth floods him. Lips, tongue, and even teeth grazing against his skin quickly leave Crowley a panting mess and all he wants to do is squirm. The hips pressing, holding him down, keep him steady and he can only cry out when the angel starts to suck.
Eventually, the angel pulls way, just enough to blow a gentle breath over his spit slicked skin. “Oh, how beautiful,” Aziraphale whispers.
“A-angel!” Crowley gasps. He knows there’s a mark on his skin now, right where the angel’s mouth was just sucking and nibbling at him. He also knows it won’t stick around for long, will be gone by morning, but he doesn’t care. Just short of begging for more marks, more bites, he can’t wait to see them against his skin later.
Without saying anything Aziraphale moves on from his neck. Catching up after a few breaths, Crowley realizes the angel is following the exact path the demon mapped out with his hands earlier. It takes no time at all for the angel to reach one of Crowley’s nipples and without a moments hesitation, he wraps his lips around the peaked bud like a man starved. The sucking that quickly follows has the demon’s back bowing, a hand moving to soft hair, and a moan ripping from him.
Teeth graze over sensitive skin and Aziraphale lets out his own moan as he continues to suck and nibble at Crowley. Just when the demon starts to think it’s all too much, when he almost can’t stand the touch any longer, the angel pulls off and starts to kiss a trail over Crowley’s chest. The second the demon starts to think he has a chance to catch his breath, the angel latches on to the other nipple and Crowley’s mind reels once again.
“You taste absolutely divine, my dear,” Aziraphale whispers as he finally pulls off of the demon’s chest.
Crowley whines at the words, his brain sticking. They’ve hardly done anything yet and he’s already getting lost to all of it. Hands continue to skim his skin, moving down his ribs to the spots above his hips, and Crowley... He almost can’t bear the sensations even as he finds himself wanting to beg for more.
“Don’t worry,” the angel whispers against his skin. “I’m no where near finished with you.”
A full body tremble races through Crowley at the words and he almost misses the moment the angel’s hands reach his waist. He absolutely does not miss the feeling of fingers skimming the edges of his pants. “May I?” Aziraphale asks.
It’s almost embarrassing how long it takes Crowley to register the question. It takes him even longer to answer, some part of him knowing the angel won’t settle for anything less than words for this. Finding Aziraphale’s eyes once more, he knows he’s right. Tongue flicking out to wet his lips, Crowley swallows hard. “Angel, pleassse,” he just manages to hiss out.
“Such a good demon,” Aziraphale all but purrs and Crowley’s eyes roll back at the praise. When the demon finds himself able to process what’s happening again, fingers have slipped into the band of his pants and the angel has already started to pull them off.
As Aziraphale moves, Crowley’s hands slowly start to fall away. They land on the bed covers next to him and clutch at the soft material. Shoulders slide between his thighs, pushing them farther open and stretching the joints. The feeling alone has the demon feeling all sorts of ways, but he has no time to process any of it before lips are on his skin once more.
“Ah-!” Crowley cries out, unable to hold the sound back as Aziraphale sucks another mark onto his skin. Teeth graze the soft skin at his hips and another mark is made soon after. By the time his pants are past his thighs, Crowley is a writhing mess and he knows there’s still more to come. He knows just the kind of appetite his angel as.
“Crowley dear.” The words just barely register with the demon. Lifting his head as much as he is able to and the sight he finds has the breath in his lungs stopping. The grin on the angel’s face alone would give him cause to pause, but seeing Aziraphale between his legs, cheeks flushed, lips swollen...
“Ngk,” he manages to squeeze out before the panting starts up again. It’s the best he’s got for now.
Aziraphale laughs softly, eyes shining brightly from his spot. “Can you do me one more favor?”
Hands skate their way down Crowley’s legs, pulling his pants the rest of the way off. Eyes rolling back into his head, he has to fight the urge to let it fall as he shivers. “Angel...”
“I need you to pick an effort,” Aziraphale continues, saying the words like it’s the easiest thing in the world to ask. The words leave Crowley’s head reeling. “It can be whatever you want, any effort. Makes no difference to me.”
Before the words are even over with, Crowley is nodding, hoping it’s good enough. He’s not sure the words will come to him right now. As he thinks, he finally lets his head fall back down again and allows the feelings of hands sweeping back up his legs to take over again. Lips soon follow and the demon can’t hold back the whimpers as marks are sucked onto the insides of each thigh. Hands and lips move higher and higher and Crowley knows he needs to do what his angel has asked of him. Taking a deep breath, he concentrates as best as he can and-
“Oh Crowley, how lovely,” Aziraphale whispers against the demon’s heated skin. “What a marvelous effort you’ve created.”
Trembling hard, Crowley fists the bedding harder and fights the desire to thrash or fight back against the praise. “A-an-”
“I know, my darling.” Fingers moving back towards thin hips, Aziraphale pulls away gently. “Let me look first though. Must get my-”
“A-angel, pleassse!” Crowley whines desperately.
With his eyes still closed, Crowley misses whatever look crosses the angel’s face, but he doesn’t miss the hum that comes from the other. Nor the moment fingers move over his skin again and slide down so they can frame him. “What at treat.”
Crowley barely has time to process those words, only has a single breath to try to wrap his mind around what he knows must be coming next. Lips press against him again before he knows it though and all thoughts leave his mind, leaving him only with the feelings surrounding him. Gentle touches ghost over his skin, tracing the folds that are held apart. Hips stretching impossibly wider, Crowley sinks further into the bed as Aziraphale kisses over his skin.
He doesn’t even have a chance to get used to the touch. Before he knows it, the angel’s tongue starts to flick against him, licking carefully over his cunt. “Zira-!” Crowley cries out.
A hum is the only response he gets. Fingers start to trace over him as well, pulling his lips open even more as the angel’s tongue continues to explore. Crowley can barely keep up with the motions, can barely understand what is happening. Just as he starts to get a good idea, the angel changes what he’s doing just enough to keep Crowley from keeping up.
“Oh, my demon,” Aziraphale murmurs seconds before his tongue flicks against Crowley.
Back bowing harder, one of Crowley’s hands releases the bedding and move towards that angelic hair once more, gripping the strands as tight as he dares while the angel continues to tease his clit. Patterns are traced, changing in their intensity as Aziraphale listens to the noises Crowley makes. One specific pattern has his seeing stars and breathing harder than ever, and it takes no time at all for the angel to catch on.
“Azzzzira-!” Crowley gasps, a feeling building entirely too quickly within him. Chest heaving, he picks his head up and peels an eye open to watch his angel. The warmth spreads as Aziraphale keeps to the one pattern, teasing his clit just right, and tries to find the words he needs. The ones that will stop his angel, warn him, ask for permission, anything.
Almost as if he can sense the feelings going through the demon, Aziraphale moves one hand away from holding Crowley open and uses it to find the demon’s other hand, pulling it away from the bed covers. The firm grasp he is caught in is just enough to let him know, just tight enough to help he realize, and he throws his head back once more as he allows himself to just... feel.
His orgasm washes over him faster than any other he’s ever had. Thighs shaking, Crowley tries to remind them they can’t crush the angel, and only just barely succeeds as he cries out. Aziraphale still hasn’t stopped, even once he’s only shaking from aftershocks, and Crowley can feel the rush as another orgasm chases the first. He can’t keep his thighs from closing this time, but chases the feeling of Aziraphale nuzzling against the sensitive skin.
When he comes down from the second set of aftershocks, Aziraphale has moved his tongue slightly, no longer tracing directly over his clit. It’s enough of a change to allow Crowley to catch his breath, to help him find some sort of grounding again. Aziraphale doesn’t give him long though, and the demon just barely catches the moment fingers are moving over his skin once more.
“You’re doing so well for me,” Aziraphale murmurs, causing Crowley to moan. “You really are. And the way you taste... I could do this for ages, darling.”
Another groan leaves Crowley at the words. Trembling, the demon only just manages to pay enough attention to what Aziraphale is doing. Fingers continue to trace his skin, sliding down into the wetness Crowley can feel building. They quickly gather up some of it, bringing it back up to use it to rub over Crowley’s overly sensitive clit once more. When he cries out, the angel only chuckles before pulling lowering his hand again.
This time, the digits trace over his cunt, tracing the lips and moving closer to this center. In no time, one of them is pushing into his slowly, curved just right, and a loud groan is pushed out of the demon at the feeling. The angel takes his time exploring, curling his finger over and over has he rubs against Crowley’s inner walls. When the right spot is finally found, Crowley cries out louder than ever. “There we are,” Aziraphale whispers.
It’s all the warning Crowley gets; a second finger soon joins the first, curling just the same way, and the angel wastes no time in fucking both digits in and out of the demon’s cunt. Crowley is drowning in sensations at this point, losing himself to the feelings. As Aziraphale continues to press against that spot, Crowley can feel another orgasm building in him and it’s almost enough to have him floating away. With a shout, he comes hard, almost pulling too tightly on soft white hair.
“Such a good demon,” the angel is saying when Crowley comes back to himself. “You are taking all of this so good for me.”
Crowley whimpers. The praise mixed with the aftermath of multiple orgasms is almost too much for him to handle. Tossing his head, he pulls his eyes open, but finds himself unable to focus on anything really. His eyes are completely relaxed at this point, taken over so much by the snake in him that he can’t hardly see the colors in their room. A nuzzling feeling helps bring him back to the present again, giving him just enough to ground himself.
“Can you go for more?” Aziraphale asks and it takes Crowley what feels like a long time to process the words. He also knows it must take no time at all really.
Nodding his head, the demon whines. It’s all too much, all more than he knows how to handle, but at the same time, he can’t imagine it stopping. Doesn’t know what he will do when the feelings leave him. The hand holding his pulls away, leaving him to clutch at the bed covers once more. He barely has time to register the loss before fingers dance over the skin on his stomach. Gasping, Crowley has to find a way to process the touch as the fingers that are still inside of him continue to move again.
“An-!” Crowley starts, voice hoarse. He can’t get anything else out though; the breath leaves him with a gasp as he starts to pant again, breathing hard. It doesn’t take long before his every breath leaves him with a whine, especially when the angel’s fingers start to curl again.
A warm breath over his skin is all the warning he gets. Lips latch over his clit, sucking at the bud, pulling a scream from Crowley. It’s enough of a cue to the angel that what he’s doing feels good, and the demon is soon lost to the feelings. A flicking tongue soon joins the sucking and Crowley whites out. After a few heartbeats, words are the only things that get through to him: “Come for me, my demon.”
Aziraphale’s words, his motions, his... everything, coax the strongest orgasm out of Crowley, one that has him reeling. Pleasure racing through every part of his being mixed with the feeling of floating away, leaves Crowley....
Blinking carefully, the demon starts to come back to himself one breath at a time. A hand is running over his skin, helping bring him back even more as he slowly starts to settle. Turning his head, he finds the angel behind him, curled up around him. Carefully, the demon turns his head to look back at the being behind him, finding dazzling blue eyes in only a moment. “Angel...” he whispers out.
“Hello, my dear,” Aziraphale says back, equally soft. A kiss is pressed to his forehead before the hand on his shoulder continues to rub against him. “Too much?”
Crowley shakes his head, even as his body continues to float. “Never,” he manages to force out.
“Good.” Another kiss. A nuzzle. A breath washing over his skin. “Seemed like it might have been when you blacked out.”
Blinking again, Crowley smiles softly. “Honestly, angel. That was...”
“Yes, I quite agree,” Aziraphale continues for them both.
With the blankets pulled up around them both, the demon allows himself to sink into the feeling of being held. Of being completely cared for. The lust has gone away, only traces left in in the room, but it’s enough to let him know that there are other feelings around, even if he can’t latch on to them any more. Closing his eyes again, Crowley breathes deeply. He can feel sleep dragging him down, can feel the floating feeling pulling him under faster than anything ever has.
When another kiss is pressed against him, he tries to return the nuzzle and finds that he can’t. Instead, he pushes out one last wave, knowing that no matter how small it is, his angel will be able to feel it. With the arm wrapping around his middle, holding him closer to the angel’s chest, Crowley allows himself to fall away, knowing he’ll always be caught.