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Crowley and Aziraphale were chatting in the comfortable sofas of the bookshop. Well, Crowley was slouched on an entire sofa and Aziraphale was carefully sitting in a chair in front of him. The shop was closed now, the two were just hanging out together, as they were accustomed to.
There was nothing different from the ordinary except for a strange tension Crowley had suddenly noticed in his friend a few minutes ago. The blond was fidgeting in an uncommon way.
A rather comfortable silence fell between them at some point, and Aziraphale’s fidgeting worsened. Crowley’s curiosity urged him to ask “Something wrong?”
Immediately the fidgeting stopped, and Aziraphale looked straight into his friends’ eyes. After a quick breath in, he replied “Crowley, I would have a… request.”
The demon tilted his head. “A request? What kind?” And the fidgeting resumed. Whatever this request was, it was making Aziraphale hesitant. Interesting.
“As you may know, dear, our bodies are confronted with some… needs. Vital or not.”
“I’m aware, I’ve known this body for some time now.”
“Yes. Right.” Aziraphale paused and seemed to take a sudden deep interest in the empty tea cup in his hands. Crowley frowned. He looked so stiff. Well, let’s say way stiffer than usual. The crimson-haired wondered what could get him in such a tense state.
“So, what’s wrong ?”
Aziraphale did not look up and murmured some blurred words “I… You see, when… I mean…”
“Just spit it out, already.”
“It is not that easy!” The blue eyes darted briefly to Crowley’s before wandering back to the tea cup. “Okay, well, I am sure you are familiar with… personal… intercourse.”
“Are we talkin’ ‘bout sex?” Crowley asked suddenly while Aziraphale was trying to find his next words.
“That… we…” Aziraphale had an offended air on his face. But soon he took a deep breath while pink spread on his cheeks. “Yes. We are.”
Crowley suddenly sat up straight. He wasn’t really expecting that, to be honest. Aziraphale, his pure, innocent, angelic folk, wanting to talk about sex with him? That surely was something new. “Great! Tell me,” he said, now fully involved in the conversation.
“Can you promise not to make fun of me?”
“No,” the red-haired said with a wide grin. But he was quick to see that Aziraphale was not in the mood for jokes, so he added with a vague movement of hand “Fine, won't judge or whatever.”
The blond nodded, but remained silent. Crowley was curious and certainly not patient, so he asked “What is it, then?”
“I happen to be… unable to meet my body’s… demands.”
After a few seconds of thinking, Crowley burst into a brief laugh – not a judging one, he promised, after all. “What… you’re horny? Is that the problem?”
Aziraphale hid himself behind his cup and let out a long shaky breath. “I’m sorry, it was utterly inappropriate, please forget ab…”
“You know jerking off exists, right?”
The colour on Aziraphale’s cheeks darkened and his eyes shut for a second. Crowley found this delightful to see. It was a rare sight after all. Quite unique and… pleasant.
The blond cleared his throat and put his cup down. “Do you really think I am this ignorant?”
“How am I supposed to know? We’ve never talked ‘bout sex before.”
“Indeed… Well, I will let you know that I am very aware of the kind of… practices that exist.”
“And still you’re here, fidgetin’ on your chair, talking ‘bout that with me. Must be quite serious, I guess. When was last time you had sex with anyone?”
“Could you please stop pronouncing this word so casually?”
“Why? S’only a word.”
“Yes, well, it is an embarrassing word.”
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, you idiot. And you chose the subject, anyway. No need to beat around the bush, now we’re here.”
At that moment, something changed in Aziraphale’s attitude. He was still visibly embarrassed and not at ease but he straightened his shoulders and put his eyes back on the demon’s. The assurance that had suddenly appeared in the angel’s gaze sent an unexpected shiver down Crowley’s spine. “Okay, I will talk. It has probably been centuries since I’ve had… a partner.”
“Wow, centuries? How did you do?”
“That is not important.”
An awkward silence fell in the room. The blond started fidgeting again and lost the semblance of courage he had gathered. Crowley stood up and walked the two steps between them. He was now looking down at the blond, his amber eyes darker than usual. “So, if I got this right.” He waited for the shy blue gaze to meet his. “What you mean is you’re mad horny and desperately need to be fucked stupid. Correct?” He let his final “t” click in the bookshop. At this point, Aziraphale’s face was completely flushed, but somehow it managed to reach an even deeper shade of red. “Don’t think too much, just say yes or no.”
“Yes,” Aziraphale let out with such a soft voice Crowley wasn’t sure the blond actually talked.
“Alright, let’s go.” the red-haired said, grasping his friend’s wrist and leading him in the direction he knew the bedroom was. The grasp was soft but authoritative.
“What… what are you doing?”
“That’s your request, right? You want me to fuck you.”
“I…”
“Aziraphale” Crowley stopped abruptly before they reached the stairs and he turned to face the blond. “I need an answer. Do you want this or not? I won’t force you.”
“I… yes I want this. Badly.”
“Good. Hope you’re ready to have the best orgasms of your life, angel.”
***
Crowley shut the bedroom door and immediately pushed Aziraphale against it. He pressed his whole body against the blond's and took an instant to just look deeply into these blue eyes. He had never had the chance to admire them from so close, and he absolutely would not waste his chance. The sky blue contrasted beautifully with his red cheeks and there was a gleam he had never seen in Aziraphale's eyes. A new expression he would definitely store very carefully in his mind.
He snapped out of his admiration when he noticed something. A certain something between their legs. Was that…? Well, he himself was starting to get hard, sure, but this… Aziraphale was already rock hard. And only from… being watched?
“You really are horny, aren't you? I've not even kissed you yet.”
The little groan of pure lust that came out of the blond's mouth sent Crowley's mind spinning. How could this so well-behaved angel produce such filthy sounds ? The contrast itself was dizzying and sent a wave of heat right down his crotch.
Crowley couldn't wait anymore. He captured Aziraphale's plump lips with his own in a disorganised kiss. There was nothing sensual in it, it was all teeth and tongue but from the moans that filled the room in unison, neither of them seemed to be complaining.
A pair of hands cupped Crowley's face and a thumb started brushing his now flaming skin. The red-haired placed his own hands on the blond's hips but didn't wait much before moving to his way-too-adorable and sexy bum – not that he already had an opinion on it before, of course. He grabbed it and pressed Aziraphale closer to him.
Another moan escaped the blond’s mouth and his hands left Crowley’s face to try and reach his buckle.
“Oh no, not yet, you needy angel.”
The crimson-haired caught Aziraphale's wrists and pulled them above his head to pin them to the wall with one hand. His other one gently grabbed the blond’s chin and made him look into his eyes. Crowley kissed him lightly on the lips then trailed along his jawline until he reached the blond’s ear.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered with a deep voice.
Aziraphale shivered under Crowley’s prestance. Then the demon put his lips on the soft skin of the other’s neck and bit it carefully. He alternated between licking and biting a few seconds before coming back to the blond’s lips in a passionate kiss.
As Aziraphale’s hips started rocking intensely, the red-haired let go of the angel’s hands and sank to his knees, suddenly at eye level with the blond’s crotch. The beige trousers seemed so tight around his shaft. Without warning, Crowley snapped his fingers and miracled the angel’s lower half clothes away – actually, just on the chair in a corner of the room, and carefully folded.
A surprised gasp came from over his head, quickly replaced by an eager moan as the demon took the swollen head in his mouth. Two hands curled into the crimson hair, urging him to take in more of his throbbing length, and Crowley willingly complied, much to his own surprise. He had planned to make this as slow and teasing as possible, but couldn’t help but dive right into action at the first glance of Aziraphale’s pretty – was there anything not pretty about him? – and leaking cock.
He bobbed his head up and down the hot length, brushing the underside with his forked tongue. Every now and then, he focused on the head, swirling his gifted tongue around, and lapping quickly at the slit.
With every little sound coming from the angel, Crowley’s determination reached another level, and soon, he was taking Aziraphale deeper than he had ever taken any cock in his life.
A sharp tug on his hair and a deep groan were the only warning he got before the blond was coming down his throat, hips trying desesperately to go even deeper with little jerky thrusts.
Crowley nearly choked on the angel’s come but swallowed all of it, tightening his grip on the blond’s hips. When Aziraphale slumped onto the wall, panting hard, the demon let go of his cock with an obscene wet sound. He took a few seconds to catch his breath then stood up, not letting go of the angel’s hips. The blond seemed still very deep in euphoria and he silently followed Crowley when the demon led him towards the bed and laid him down.
“Have some questions for you, angel,” he said, his voice coarse and deep.
“Qu-questions?”
Aziraphale had regained some lucidity, but also some self-consciousness as he seemed to discover he was lying half-naked in front of a still fully-clothed Crowley. He tried to hide himself under the covers but the demon stopped him. “Don’t you dare. Let me watch you, you’re too pretty to be hidden.”
With hesitant movements but a visible shiver – and Crowley knew it wasn’t because he was cold, the bedroom was perfectly well heated – Aziraphale put the cover back to the bed.
“Such an obedient angel…” the crimson-haired whispered, letting his tongue slide along his lips. “Will you answer my questions?” Aziraphale gave a little nod. “Good.”
Crowley slowly opened the first two buttons of his shirt, perfectly aware of the hungry eyes on him. The blond let out a low growl of frustration when Crowley stopped the process. The demon laughed a little. “Okay, angel, first question. D’you want more?”
Aziraphale looked to the side, his hands fiddling with the soft material of the bed sheets. After a few seconds, he nodded briefly. Crowley’s tongue clicked, drawing the other’s attention back to him. “Eyes on me, Aziraphale. And use your words. Wanna hear your voice. D’you want more of this?”
Again, the angel shivered, and lust veiled his eyes once more, sky blue turning to stormy grey. “Yes,” he whispered.
“Perfect,” Crowley answered, once again opening a few buttons of his shirt. He saw Aziraphale taking a sharp intake and following his fingers, and he knew the angel had understood the rules of the game. “Next. What d’you want now?”
“I…” Aziraphale glanced down at the demon’s tented crotch and whimpered. He bent his knees a little to try and hide his new arousal but he stopped when the demon bared his teeth and hissed softly. He felt completely exposed, but at the same time, he felt so safe with Crowley that this slight humiliation sent waves of hot arousal through his whole being as he saw the yellow eyes devouring him. “I want you…” His voice came out calmer than he would have thought.
Crowley grinned and opened his last buttons. “How d’you want me, angel?”
Aziraphale leaked his lips hungrily. “Fuck me, Crowley.”
The demon groaned and his erection twitched hard in his clothes. He thought he was going to go insane. The angel had no right to sound so sexy with so few words. He yanked his shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind him, then miracled his pants away, not bothering to even try taking them off manually. He stood there a few seconds in only his black underwear, soaked with precome, hiding nothing of his raging hard-on.
Crowley suddenly climbed onto the bed and came to straddle Aziraphale’s thighs, not quite sitting on him but hovering so close to him that he could feel the angel’s heat radiating from his skin. He briefly looked down and noted with a new wave of need that the blond’s cock was fully engorged again. “Last one… Why me?”
There was no more hesitation in Aziraphale's voice when he answered this last question. His eyes dived into the yellow snake eyes and the blue irises were so warm Crowley thought he would melt. “Because it has always been you. I have never wanted anyone else.”
Crowley’s last bits of control gave in. He was supposed to take off his underwear as Aziraphale’s last reward. And he did, with another snap of his fingers, but the angel saw nothing of it as the red-haired had aggressively taken possession of his mouth. The growls escaping from the demon were downright feral, and when he pressed his slender body against Aziraphale’s round and hot one, both of them moaned loudly in each other’s mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, the angel put his hands on Crowley’s back and trailed down, until he was groping the demon’s arse. He pulled him even closer, bringing their bodies to rut more franctically together.
Crowley broke the kiss panting and groaning, almost as much as Aziraphale. He pulled away a little to slide a hand between them. He stroked the blond a few times before cupping his balls.
“Crowley…” Aziraphale whimpered, a hint of frustration in his voice.
The demon couldn’t help but tease him a little. “Eager, angel?”
“Please…”
Crowley took pity on the angel and left his balls to trail his fingers further down. With a little miracle, he coated his fingers in lube before lightly pushing against the angel’s hole. But he didn’t find the resistance he was expecting. Crowley frowned and looked down where he could see his fingers easily disappearing in the angel’s already loose and slick hole. That was not a miracle of his own, at least he didn’t think so.
“Did you…”
“Yes. Fuck me Crowley, please.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. He moved his fingers in and out the angel a few seconds but quickly pulled them out. He then took himself in hand, lined his tip with Aziraphale’s hole while using another miracle to lube his length and slowly pushed into the angel.
“Fuck…” He hissed as the tight heat squeezed him deliciously. He didn’t move just yet, feeling he would come immediately if he did so.
Underneath him, the angel was a shuddering mess, lips parted in a constant moan, eyes closed in bliss, hands gripping at Crowley’s shoulders. Quickly growing impatient, he wrapped his legs around the demon’s waist in a desperate demand.
When Crowley finally moved, he didn’t waste more time and immediately took a hard and fast pace, hips slamming together with a loud smack. That was Aziraphale’s request, right?
“Crowley, yes, fuck !” the angel cried out, sinking his nails in the demon’s back. Each thrust pounded his prostate precisely, as if they had done this their whole lives. It was driving him crazy, and he already felt a new orgasm building rapidly.
The red-haired was very close himself, and he reached down to grab Aziraphale’s leaking cock and stroked in earnest. He wanted his angel to come first, but he needed it to be soon, because he wouldn’t be able to last very much longer.
With the most beautiful moan Crowley had ever heard, the angel climaxed, coating his chest and belly with white spurts of come. He clenched around the demon’s cock, bringing him over the egde in turn. Feeling Crowley’s cock twitch and fill him drew another moan from him and he pulled the demon dosn and crashed their lips together in a langorous kiss.
The kiss slowed down and grew more affectionate as the two of them came down from their orgasms. Crowley pulled out with a groan and lied next to the angel, wrapping his long arms around the blond. A cleaning miracle tingled in the air and Aziraphale snuggled into the warm embrace, a bright smile blooming on his face.
“Thank you, dear,” he whispered.
“Anytime, angel. Anytime.”