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Aziraphale walked through the cottage door, stamping his boots on the mat to shake off the snow before setting down the box he’d carried in.
“I believe that’s the last of it. The movers already took care of most of the rest,” he said, surveying the piles of boxes scattered amongst the shared furniture they’d brought with them.
They could have just miracled everything to their new home, but Aziraphale had fretted about what travelling through the ether might do to his oldest, most delicate books. So he had carefully, painstakingly packaged each and every one of them, filling countless boxes with his tomes. And now all was said and done; the movers had been generously tipped for moving not only the books but some furniture that really could have just been miracled from London to the South Downs, and especially for doing so in the light snow that was beginning to cling to the stonemasonry of the cottage walls and settle in a light layer on the Bentley parked outside.
“Now that this cottage is ours — together — you know what that means. We need to really make it our own,” Crowley said as Aziraphale removed his boots by the door.
“Certainly!” Aziraphale said, unwinding his chunky knit scarf and plucking off his matching bobble hat. “I think once I get all my books unpacked and you get your plants settled, it’ll start to feel more ‘us.’ And I was thinking we could–”
“That’s not what I meant, angel,” Crowley smiled crookedly.
“Oh?” Aziraphale looked momentarily perplexed.
Crowley stepped closer, sliding his hands under Aziraphale’s coat and slipping it off his shoulders. “I mean,” he leaned in so he could whisper right in his ear, “that I want to fuck you in every. Single. Room. Of this ridiculous, quaint, perfect cottage that we get to share now. Really make our claim on it.”
Aziraphale’s eyes lit up at the thrill of this thought. He may not be as quick to suggest so many saucy ideas as Crowley, but was always easily enticed to follow his lead.
“Oh! Goodness, isn’t that a thought,” he tittered.
“What? We’d already practically done that at the bookshop over time. But this is more intentional. A christening, of sorts, for our new home together.”
“Seems a rather blasphemous comparison.” Aziraphale rolled his eyes, yet smiled fondly at Crowley.
“All for blasphemy, me.” Crowley grinned cheekily.
Aziraphale wrapped his arms around Crowley’s neck and kissed him, lips parting. “Well then, did you have somewhere in mind you wanted to start?”
Crowley looked around. The front entrance where they still stood opened directly into the small, snug kitchen. He met Aziraphale’s eyes and jerked his head in that direction, asking.
Aziraphale was beaming at the novelty of this and nodded in eager agreement.
Crowley kissed Aziraphale, more fervently this time, moving down to his jaw and neck. With his hands on Aziraphale’s shoulders, he walked him back, further into the kitchen area. Crowley grabbed the angel’s arse and pulled him even closer. He could feel Aziraphale hardening through his trousers and rocked against him.
“Fuck, I love you so much, angel,” Crowley sighed.
Aziraphale gave a needy little moan before replying. “I love you too, my dear,” he murmured as Crowley was mouthing against the base of his throat.
“Let’s get these off, yeah?” Crowley said, fiddling with the buttons of Aziraphale’s trousers.
Aziraphale stepped out of his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, and pulled off his boxers as well. His cock was standing thick and hard, the head flushed deep red. Crowley gave an appreciative little growl at the sight and immediately palmed himself through his jeans before quickly removing them altogether.
“Up on the counter,” Crowley ordered.
Aziraphale hopped up to sit atop the light blue cabinets, letting his legs fall open to the sides. Crowley moved to stand between them, wrapping his arms around Aziraphale and kissing him. He nipped at Aziraphale’s full lower lip.
“Hmm, scootch this way a bit,” Crowley said, grabbing Aziraphale’s luscious thighs and pulling toward himself slightly, indicating the direction he wanted him to move.
Aziraphale shimmied himself closer until his arse was slightly hanging off the edge of the countertop. To be honest, it wasn’t the most comfortable position, propping himself up on his arms as he was partially crunched up like this, half sitting, half laying back, with his head and shoulders pressed against the upper cabinets. But goodness, it was fun. Everything with Crowley was now.
With a quick miracle Crowley’s fingers were slick with lube and he drew a light, teasing circle along Aziraphale’s hole. Aziraphale shivered with excitement at the faint touch. Crowley first pressed one long finger in and Aziraphale sighed with delight. Crowley drew out part way before thrusting in again, curling his finger to stroke exactly where he knew pleased his angel best. He added a second finger and could feel Aziraphale clenching around the extra width. Still, he knew his angel could take much more than this. Crowley could tell Aziraphale was trying to rock further onto his fingers, eager for more, trying to take them deeper, but he was limited by his position on the counter.
“Crowley, please,” Aziraphale gasped between kisses, “I want you– mmm– so badly.”
Crowley fully withdrew his fingers and slicked up his cock. He was already dripping precome and so ready that this slight touch had his cock twitching in his own hand.
It was a good thing Crowley was fairly tall, given the counter height. He lined himself up with Aziraphale’s hole and pressed first just the head of his cock in. Aziraphale sighed with pleasure at the intrusion. Slowly at first, Crowley drove further in, until almost half his length was sheathed. He drew back slightly before sinking even further in. Aziraphale was breathing deeply, cheeks flushed and eyes shining with excitement.
“Oh, please, more,” the angel sighed.
On his next thrust, Crowley drove the full length of his cock in. Taking him as deep as he could go, Aziraphale moaned, long and low and primal, nothing like his breathy little sighs of earlier.
“Yes– that’s it, angel,” Crowley said between thrusts. “I fucking love– unh– hearing you let go like this.”
“Not having any– ohhhhh— shared walls anymore– mmmm— it is nice not having to– oh yyyes– try to keep quiet now.”
“Like that– hng– ever stopped you before,” Crowley chuckled.
“Well rather– I don’t have to remember–ohhhhh– whether I’ve put– a noise cancelling miracle–ahhh ahhh– in place.”
Crowley felt close to his edge, and judging by the precome dribbling from Aziraphale’s slit, he wasn’t far off either. He gripped Aziraphale’s thick thighs as he slammed into him more urgently, more rapidly. He could hear Aziraphale’s breath becoming more and more shallow as he was approaching his orgasm too.
“Angel, fuck, I’m– hng– I’m gonna–” Crowley cried as he spent himself, filling Aziraphale with his come.
Aziraphale threw his head back as he came, sending streaks of white come – unfortunately – across the Fair Isle sweater he was still wearing. Despite his soiled clothing, he was beaming radiantly, his cheeks flushed a lovely pink as Crowley pulled out, his spend dribbling down the cupboard door. They could clean that up later.
“So which room next?” Aziraphale asked brightly.
“Someone’s eager,” Crowley chuckled, still catching his breath. He grabbed Aziraphale’s hand and led him – running and laughing, delighted that Aziraphale had taken so quickly to this silly idea of his – to the library.