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They didn't even pretend they were going to clear the table before Aziraphale was pushing Crowley up onto it. A fork hit the ground with a clatter and what was left of a cup of juice toppled onto its side. Crowley didn't see the orange puddle reaching toward his palm. His eyes were glued to the back of his skull. Aziraphale had three fingers buried to the hilt and Crowley was so turned on he was sure he could swallow his fist whole.
Aziraphale seemed content to give it to him.
He was unleashed, alright.
Crowley had seen it clear as day the second Aziraphale had stopped holding himself back. He’d looked a foot taller. A chest broader. His eyes had narrowed and his jaw had softened and in the blink of an eye the room had felt like it was on fire.
Crowley had never been so eager to burn.
He braced a heel on the lip of the table and a hand on what might have been a pad of butter. The sleeve of his robe pooled around his wrist. Folds of silk bunched beneath his hips and sent him sliding across the table top with every deep shove of Aziraphale's fingers.
“I love you like this,” Aziraphale breathed against his lips. “Right on the edge. Holding on by a thread.” He eased his touch just enough to bring Crowley’s eyes back down and his vision into focus. “Could keep you here all day.”
“Angel,” Crowley pleaded.
“So beautiful.”
“Please,” he tried again.
“The only thing I love more is the way your thighs tremble when you come.” Aziraphale quirked his fingers and found a new angle and Crowley only just realized his alpha had been holding out on him the whole time as he was vibrating damn near off the table.
The only reason he didn't hit the floor was because Aziraphale swept him up in his arms before it could come to that. They were halfway to the bedroom when he finally got his wits about him again. Crowley snatched a doorframe and put on the brakes before Aziraphale had a chance to make him forget himself again.
“Your office,” he said with a nod toward the darkened doorway just behind Aziraphale.
“My office?”
“That fucking chair.” Crowley had dreamt of the brown leather beast since the moment he’d answered that phone call from the tub somewhere around two months ago. The number of late night calls Aziraphale had taken from it since had only intensified Crowley's fixation. The depth of his longing must have been oozing from every pore, because Aziraphale didn't even hesitate.
“My office it is,” he said with a wicked grin and took a step backwards.
Aziraphale was still wearing the apron and the front of it was soaked through when he placed Crowley on the edge of his desk. He spread out in that fucking chair like a gluttonous king just waiting to be serviced and Crowley couldn't resist the tent he was making of the linen.
Before he could reach for it, though, Aziraphale had rolled forward and put his hands on Crowley again instead.
“Wish I could take a video of you.”
“Oh?”
Crowley inched his thighs wider. Leaned back and gave Aziraphale his good side like he actually had a camera in hand.
“For my clients.”
“Oh.” Crowley deflated just a little. Even though they were in Aziraphale's office, surrounded by framed degrees and certificates and books with intimidating looking titles, the real world felt a million miles away.
Aziraphale didn't give him the chance to pout before he was stroking him hard again. He licked his lips while he pumped his fist.
“Show them what a pleased omega looks like,” he said.
“Oh?”
Crowley’s hips twitched up. Half this town would kill to be the model for Aziraphale's hands-on demos. Give it another six months and the other half would too. Only Crowley had the pleasure of knowing what it was actually like to be on the receiving end of his expertise, though. The fleeting thought of Michael watching while Aziraphale brought him off made Crowley hornier than he had time to fully process before Aziraphale had any thoughts, fleeting or otherwise, emptying out of his brain entirely.
The man was a god when it came to pleasure. One little twist, one carefully placed thumb, was all it took to get Crowley hot and trembling all over again.
Aziraphale's grin was full of pride and that alone might have gotten Crowley off, but every word that rolled off his tongue, loaded with the weight of his rut, guaranteed he wasn't going to last.
“You wear it from head to toe, you know?” Aziraphale all but purred. “Once you see it, it's unmistakable.” His grip tightened and he tugged Crowley's cock just a little faster. “The way your belly goes taut but the spot between your brows goes soft. The way your breath catches when I touch you just right.”
Aziraphale twisted his wrist and Crowley’s breath did catch.
He forgot to breathe entirely when Aziraphale pushed the filthy apron aside, scooped him up off the slick mahogany and sat him straight down on his cock.
The tufted office chair groaned beneath them like an echo of Crowley’s own pleasure. He braced himself on a pair of biceps that still made him want to weep and got right to work showing Aziraphale what a pleased omega looked like. And in return he got to study every quivering inch of an alpha in ecstasy. From his loose snarl to his heaving chest to his impatient hands, hurrying Crowley’s hips back down to meet him over and over again.
The leather went from warm to hot beneath Crowley's knees and a matching heat began to build beneath his belly button, but it felt like they'd no sooner put the chair to the test when Aziraphale stood and put Crowley on his back among a scatter of manuscripts and notepads. He yanked the apron strings at the small of his back and tossed the sodden linen aside entirely then really, truly unleashed what he'd kept contained all morning.
He was relentless.
Fucked Crowley like he'd been dying to be fucked since he’d watched Aziraphale walk away from his desire just to make sure he'd eaten breakfast.
The only thing that kept Crowley from going hurtling off the other side of the desk was Aziraphale's grip on his thighs. His broad palms and thick knuckles made Crowley feel small and the overwhelming presence of Aziraphale's rut made him feel even smaller. Despite it, or maybe because of it, his pleasure grew bigger. Big enough to match the alpha beginning to unravel on top of him.
Crowley dug his fingers into Aziraphale's beard and yanked him down for a kiss. Groaned into his mouth and nipped at his lip.
“C’mon, alpha,” Crowley huffed between the snap of Aziraphale's hips. “Be a good boy and come for me.”
The first heavy pulse of Aziraphale's orgasm had Crowley's hands darting between his thighs.
Aziraphale shuddered.
His cheeks went pink.
His teeth came down on Crowley's throat, but he didn't bite.
And even though Crowley hooked his ankles around his arse, Aziraphale stepped back, cock slipping free before his knot could swell.
“I want it, Angel,” Crowley whined, feet sliding off Aziraphale's hips entirely.
“Not yet.”
“Please.”
Aziraphale worked a hand under Crowley's back and eased him up off a stack of now crumpled printouts.
“You deserve better than a desk.”
Crowley put a toe on the edge of the tufted leather chair at the back of Aziraphale's knees. It was still slick with sweat.
“I asked for this.”
“And I'm asking to take you to bed.” With barely any effort at all Aziraphale pulled Crowley the rest of the way up off the desk. He guided Crowley's arms around his neck and held him against his chest. Pushed Crowley’s sweaty hair off his forehead and put his lips to the place it had been laying. “And then I'll give you everything you want.”
“Everything?”
“As long as you still want it.”
“I do.” Crowley had been content to go it alone. Had always been proud of the things that had made the other omegas sneer. But that didn't mean he hadn't been keen to lock down an alpha that was worth a damn. He'd just never actually met one before Aziraphale. He never expected he’d be so lucky. “More than you could possibly know.”
Aziraphale smiled and for half a second the rut disappeared entirely and it was just Aziraphale looking down at him.
“I think I know pretty well, actually,” he said.
A concentrated cloud of Aziraphale's lust smothered Crowley when he fell into the blankets again. He turned his head and pressed his face into the duvet to breathe deep and felt sparks travel all the way down to the soles of his feet.
Aziraphale's hands were trembling when he put them on Crowley. Like he was only barely containing a rut that was surely peaking by now. It had Crowley rolling face down. Had his hips climbing up off the mattress like he didn't already have a baby inside him. Even dripping wet and reeking of his own desire, Aziraphale resisted. Took Crowley by the ankles and dragged him back flat on his belly. Kissed the inside of his ankle and the back of his knee. Ran his tongue up the length of Crowley's thigh.
It didn't matter that he'd been fucked within an inch of his life just minutes ago, Crowley was all desperation and simmering anticipation. He might have squirmed right through the fucking mattress without Aziraphale settling down on top of him. His chest was warm and his belly round and his cock thick and the weight of him might have kept Crowley from wriggling, but it didn't dampen his desire.
Pinned as he was, Crowley still managed to spread his legs in invitation. Inched his ankles wide and stretched his neck long and prayed to someone that Aziraphale might give in once again.
“Whatever happened to not being able to say no to me?” Crowley asked when Aziraphale didn't take the bait.
Aziraphale ground his hips down but didn't give Crowley what he wanted.
Not yet.
He took Crowley by the wrists and pinned his arms above his head.
“I'm not saying no to you,” he said.
“Then fuck me already.”
“I'm not going to fuck you.” Aziraphale shifted his hips. Slipped his hand between their bodies and a moment later Crowley could feel the tip of his cock pressing against the barely there resistance of his body. “I'm going to make love to you.”
Crowley blew a ragged breath between his lips. He'd been expecting a rough tumble capped with a wicked set of gleaming white teeth, but of course Aziraphale knew what he really needed. And if any alpha was going to give it to him when a million years of evolution was screaming to take Crowley like an animal, it was Aziraphale.
“Oh, fuck,” Crowley groaned into the pillow, desperation beginning to sink its claws deep.
“I'm going to take my time,” Aziraphale said, the tickle of a barely contained growl sending gooseflesh rippling down Crowley's spine. “And then I'm going to make you mine.”
Aziraphale rolled them onto their sides, but even out from under him Crowley wasn't any less restrained than he had been before. He didn't fight the arms wrapped around him. Didn't want to. Was content to give himself entirely to Aziraphale and trust that he’d be better off for it.
It didn’t matter that Crowley had spent the better part of the past twenty-four hours entangled with his alpha, it still took his breath away when Aziraphale finally eased into him.
He moved slow but his breath came quick.
Every hot puff of air against the nape of Crowley's neck carried the reminder that Aziraphale's rut was at its peak.
He was nothing but hormones and still he kept his thrust shallow.
And maybe it was the anticipation of what was to come, but it felt different this time. Transcendent. Like every place they touched would be seared into them for eternity. Aziraphale surely felt it too. Must have the way he swept his palm down Crowley’s body. The way he traced every curve and sharp angle he could reach. Dipped a fingertip into Crowley’s belly button and circled each aching nipple and nuzzled into the back of his hair where he took ragged lungfuls of Crowley between his lips.
Every excruciating moment of it was perfection.
Even though Crowley’s own wandering hands felt clumsy in comparison, he could tell by the thump of Aziraphale's heart behind his own that he felt the same. Every plush handful he took made Aziraphale whimper in a way he'd never heard before. Every welt he left beneath desperate fingernails made his belly heave just a little faster.
For once Crowley wasn't keen to rush, but then Aziraphale went and scooped up his thigh and put his cock exactly where Crowley needed it.
“Right there,” he gasped.
Aziraphale's grip tightened. His belly flexed against Crowley's spine.
“I know,” he said with a chuckle that was as smug as it was breathless.
Crowley’s pleasure rose like the summer sun. Soft and hazy and warm to start, but with every passing moment growing sharper. Brighter.
The scrape of teeth on the slope of his neck made his heart stutter.
“Don't stop,” he said.
“I won't,” Aziraphale promised.
Crowley started to shake and Aziraphale held him closer.
“I love you,” Crowley whispered just before his orgasm stole his tongue away.
The sharp sting of Aziraphale's canines only took his peak higher.
It felt like ascending.
Wave after wave rolled from the tips of his toes all the way up to the place he throbbed beneath the clench of Aziraphale's teeth, each one taking him closer to what he could only possibly describe as divinity.
Just when his pleasure finally began to ebb Aziraphale came with a shudder and a sigh that made his jaw go slack. Every hot pulse brought Crowley back up to an edge that he didn't stand a chance against once Aziraphale began to swell. He clambered to hold on to something, anything, to steady himself while the knot pushed him to his limit and was met with a hand that took his fingers up to the tickle of a moustache. The soft press of lips.
“Let me feel you,” Aziraphale whispered against his knuckles then guided his hand between his legs.
Didn’t matter how overstimulated he already was, Crowley took his still twitching cock in his fist. He barely needed to touch himself to come again. It ripped through him like an electric shock. Curved his spine like a bow then left him slack as a rag doll
Aziraphale groaned in Crowley’s ear with every fluttering echo of his orgasm and between that and the gentle way he held him, Crowley knew he was headed for a third. It was the sting of Aziraphale's lips against the place Crowley would wear his promise for all the world to see that finally sent him spiralling over the edge again.
Aziraphale clung to him, one hand against his heart and the other cradling the tiny bump on his belly.
“I love you, too,” he said, breath like wet copper.
Or maybe, Crowley thought as his eyelids fluttered closed, he'd said, “I love you two.”