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Aziraphale pushed Crowley down into the bed, pinning his hands to the sheets, “Like this?”
Crowley was flushed redder than a cartoon demon, his hips slightly rolling up into Aziraphale’s.
His breath hitched, “Yes.” He says, voice quiet and breathy.
“So do I..?”
“Angel. The point of you being in charge is to, you know, take charge. Just… do what you know I like. Try some new things that you are curious about. If I don’t like it, I’ll stop you.”
Aziraphale nodded, “So you like… being held down?”
Crowley nodded, flushing more as Aziraphale’s weight continued to retrain him.
Aziraphale’s nails dug ever so slightly into Crowley’s wrists, a small whimper escaping the Demon’s lips.
“Oh dear,” Aziraphale pulled back, “I’m terribly sorry, dear—“
“Aziraphale,” Crowley’s tone was suddenly stern, “Tt’s okay. That was a good noise. If it’s bad, I’ll tell you.”
“but—“
“Angel, I promise. It’s okay.”
Aziraphale mumbled something under his breath, exhaling deeply before he shifted his weight back onto the Demon, their hips connecting over layers of clothes. Even this was enough to keep Crowley excited.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Crowley.”
Crowley halted his grinding against Aziraphale’s knee with a sigh, “We don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable, Angel. We can just run a bath and—“
“No. No, I want to, just—“
“Aziraphale,” Crowley scolded, quickly bringing his thumb to the Angel’s chin, “If you’re hesitating, it’s a no, yeah? Me getting off isn’t worth you having a lousy time.”
“But—“
Crowley sat up, pulling himself out from under the Angel, kissing him softly on the forehead. “I’ll run a bath.”
As Crowley moved to get up, Aziraphale grabbed his wrist. Before the Demon could even react, the Angel’s lips were on his.
The kiss was rough and deep, Aziraphale’s tongue immediately pushing against Crowley’s teeth and forcing its way into his mouth. Crowley only managed a small noise of surprise before he was being pulled into the Angel’s lap, his erection prominently pushing against the Demon’s hips.
As he pulled away, Aziraphale bit Crowley’s lip, pulling slightly as he looked the Demon in the eye.
“I want to try,” he whispered.
“Okay,” Crowley squeaked with wide eyes, his blood not sure if it should rush to his cheeks or his crotch.
Aziraphale pulled Crowley back into the kiss, the Demon not at all hesitating this time and promptly grinding slightly into the Angel’s lap, seeking friction.
Aziraphale slowly slipped Crowley’s jacket from his shoulders, untied his bolo tie and began slipping off his shirt in several quick and fluid motions, only breaking the kiss when his shoulder sockets couldn’t rotate the full 360 degrees. The Angel pulled Crowley further into his lap, grinding up slightly and pushing his erection harder against the Demon’s cunt, causing them both to shutter slightly.
Crowley reached for the buttons of Aziraphale’s waistcoat as the Angel pressed long, open-mouth kisses down the Demon’s shoulders and collarbone, leaving quaint bruises in his wake (because naturally, everything that Angel did matched his aesthetic. Usually Crowley was annoyed by this, but now…?)
Aziraphale pulled Crowley’s nimble fingers away from his waistcoat, breaking one of his kisses to whisper, “Not now, this is about you.”
“But—“ Crowley started, but was probably not going to finish the thought, even if Aziraphale had let him.
“Shh, love. Just let me take care of you.”
He tucked a small strand of the Demon’s hair behind his ear, eliciting a slight blush.
“If you’re any slower I may just fall asleep…” Crowley teased softly, a small smile forming on his lips.
Aziraphale looked at the Demon, expression stern, “Well, darling, if you just gave me a moment…”
“Calm down, Angel. I’m just being difficult.”
“You don’t have to try to be difficult, dear. you do it well enough when you aren’t trying.”
The Demon huffed, “You know, the natural response to brattiness is dirty talk, not some— mph!”
Crowley was silenced by Aziraphale’s fingers pinching his chin tightly, his soft thumb and pointer finger on the corners of his mouth, but without their usual gentle disposition.
“I’d prefer if you were quiet.”
The Demon felt his face flush a brighter red than, well, a Demon.
“Got it,” he swallowed, the need in his serpentine eyes obvious, “‘course.”
“You’re blushing,” Aziraphale stated, “You liked me hushing you up, then?”
Crowley swallowed. “Mhm.”
“Hm.” Aziraphale hummed, “Right. Now, get those pants off, won’t you? They’re rather frustrating to shimmy off myself—“ he paused, “The old-fashioned way. There are no miracles in pleasure, yes?”
Crowley’s eyes widened, “Uh- no, I ‘spose not.”
“Very good,” Aziraphale smiled, causing Crowley to blush even deeper as he began to frantically unbuckle his pants, pushing them and his underwear down to his ankles and revealing his soaking cunt. Crowley began to kick his shoes off as Aziraphale lowered himself to his knees. The angel gripped Crowley’s hips, kneading the skin there.
“Ngk—“ Crowley groaned at the sensation, feeling his knees weaken. But he wouldn’t dare let them give out, not with his Angel looking up at him like that.
Aziraphale smirked ever so slightly before kissing Crowley’s clit, suckling on it before licking a long stripe along his slit.
“Mmghhh—“ Crowley groaned, stabilizing himself on the bed behind him.
“Good?” Aziraphale asked, replacing his tongue with the pad of his thumb, licking his lips.
“Ngk-“ Crowley groaned.
Aziraphale removed his thumb, licking the wetness Crowley off of the skin, “Use your words, dear boy. Would you like me to continue?”
Crowley swallowed, “Yes, very good—“
“Very nice,” Aziraphale cooed, backing Crowley onto the edge of the bed and spreading his legs.
“Fuuuck-“ Crowley gasped as Aziraphale began softly fucking him with his tongue, licking up to flick his clit occasionally.
Crowley grabbed the front tuft of the angel’s hair, pulling it taught. Aziraphale chuckled, the sound vibrating through Crowley’s core, but he did not relent.
“Ngel—“ Crowley groaned, “I—“
Aziraphale licked a final long stripe along the Demon’s cunt before replacing his thumb with two fingers, stretching him nicely.
“You what, my love?”
“Ngk—“ Crowley whimpered, pushing his hips further into Aziraphale’s hand.
“I’ll stop if you don’t use your words, dearest.” His tone was not malicious, but there was a tinge of mischief.
“No! No, don’t—“ Crowley begged.
“Don’t…?” he raised a brow.
“Don’t make me say it—“
Aziraphale removed his fingers slowly, taunting the Demon.
“Please, Aziraphale. Please,” the word burned on his tongue, “Fuck me, please.”
Aziraphale smirked, licking his lips once more, “Good. Was that so hard?”
“You’re insufferable,” he panted, “bloody insufferable.”
“Well, if you really feel that way…” the angel trailed off.
“Angel—“ Crowley begged, his face flushed and clit throbbing, “Must I say it again?”
Aziraphale smirked, “No, dear. I’m just being difficult.”
“Right,” Crowley murmured.
“Now then,” the angel began to unbuckle his pants, his erection evident, “how would you like me to take you, dear?”
“Any way you’ll have me,” the demon began rubbing his clit softly, “I just need you inside of me—“
“It’s your choice, dear boy.”
“Angel, it’s—“
Aziraphale grabbed Crowley’s chin once again, tilting his head up to meet his gaze, “I asked you to choose, Crowley.”
Crowley gulped, a shiver going down his spine and through his cunt.
“Right,” he squeaked, “Missionary then. So I can see you.”
“How romantic.”
“Not romantic,” Crowley snapped, but a small smirk plastered itself on his lips, “just practical.”
“Whatever you see fit, dearest,” Aziraphale kissed the Demon softly on his lips, leaving behind the metallic taste of his cunt, “Now, lay back, will you?”
Crowley did not hesitate, lying back onto the bed fully and removing his shirt, revealing his small, perky breasts.
“Astounding,” Aziraphale cooed softly, shaking his pants from his legs and freeing his straining erection. He began stroking himself with one hand, snapping with his other to unbutton his shirt and petticoat.
“I thought there were ‘no miracles in pleasure’, Angel,” Crowley teased, his eyes never leaving Aziraphale’s white-curled bare chest.
“Well…” the Angel shrugged playfully, his shirt falling to the ground.
“Not very angelic of you.”
“Oh, my dear,” Aziraphale smirked as he climbed over the Demon, his cock grazing Crowley’s thigh, “Nothing I’m about to do to you is ‘very angelic’.”
“Ngk,” Crowley squeaked.
Aziraphale placed a small kiss on the demon’s clit before working his way up his stomach and to his tits, taking one pert nipple into his mouth and massaging it between his teeth.
“Fuck…” Crowley mumbled.
“What was that, dear?” Aziraphale asked, a popping sound audible as he removed his mouth from Crowley’s breast.
“Ngk—“
“What did I tell you about using your words, dear boy?”
Crowley groaned, “Don’t stop,” he stuttered on the next word, “Please.”
“Very well,” Aziraphale agreed, pinching the nipple between his fingers and he sucked on the other.
Crowley wined as he felt the Angel’s erection against his thigh, precum dripping onto his skin.
Crowley ran his fingers through Aziraphale’s hair, scratching along his scalp, “Angel—“
Though Aziraphale would have loved to hear him ask nicely, he thought the Demon had been plenty respectful enough. The Angel positioned himself over the Demon, tongue still flickering over his nipple, and slid himself slowly into Crowley’s cunt.
“Oh—“ Crowley grunted, reveling in the perfect stretch of Aziraphale’s cock inside of him.
“Let me hear you, my love,” Aziraphale cooed, letting out a contented sigh as he bottomed out inside of the Demon, feeling his walls squeeze around him just perfectly.
“Fuck, angel—“ Crowley moaned, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead in anticipation.
“What do you need, dearest?” another ‘pop!’ of Crowley’s nipple.
“Fuck me, please—“
“Very good,” Azirapahle smiled as he began to trust slowly in and out of Crowley’s tight cunt.
“And—“ Crowley choked, “Look at me. Please.” The word felt more natural on the Demon’s tongue now, “I want to see your face.”
“Of course, my love.”
The Angel’s thrusts were calculated, slow and deep. Crowley dipped his head back in ecstasy as Aziraphale began to rub small, deliberate circles on his sensitive clit.
“My dear boy, you feel amazing—“
Crowley could not elicit more than a whimper.
Aziraphale sped up his pace, making an effort to fuck his Demon deep and hard, just like he knew he loved. Crowley gasped, grabbing the hair on the back of the Angel’s hair tightly, causing their noses to bump. They met each other in a passionate kiss, tongues intertwining as if they were starving. Aziraphale pushed Crowley’s legs up further, allowing him to fuck the Demon ever so slightly deeper.
Crowley gasped, letting out a small yelp.
Ah, Aziraphale had found the right spot, then.
Crowley’s head fell further back, his mouth open in an ‘o’, “Zir-zirphale — don’t stop—“
“I won’t dear, just let yourself feel good.”
Crowley’s body stiffened, his toes curling and fingers gripping the Angel’s back, nails dug into the skin. His legs pulled the angel further into him until it felt as if they were melting into each other.
It wasn’t long until the Demon was coming, a white heat overcoming his senses.
“Beautiful. Just splendid, my dear,” Aziraphale panted, stroking Crowley’s hair as the Demon shivered through his orgasm, “You did wonderfully.”
The Demon gasped, finally able to catch his breath.
“My beautiful old serpent.”
“Thank you,” Crowley breathed, “For indulging me, angel.”
“No need for that,” Aziraphale kissed Crowley’s cheek, “I was happy to do it.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, my dear boy.”
Aziraphale kissed Crowley once more before he pulled out slowly, grunting slightly at the sensation.
The two laid in silence for a moment, indulging in the sweaty, blissful aftermath of their lovemaking.
Crowley’s breathing paused. He turned to Aziraphale, lowering a brow, “You didn’t finish.“
Aziraphale hummed a quick acknowledgment. “It’s not about me today, dear,” he cooed, clearly unbothered by the fact, “it was about you”
“Nah, that’s not happening,” Crowley pulled Aziraphale close, “Cmere, Angel. you just gave me one of the best orgasms I’ve had in 6000 years, the least I can do is suck your cock.”
Aziraphale sighed, but a smile made its way onto his lips, “I suppose you could clean me up…”