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Crowley had been restless all day, on edge and unable to quite relax for no particular reason. A thorough scrubbing of the Bentley—and the garage—had done little to ease his vague agitation.
Next, he tried laundry. Ripped out everything from one side of their massive walk-in closet, aside from Aziraphale’s musty old outfits from bygone eras, and shoved everything that would fit into the washing machine. While that sloshed around, he reorganized every drawer in the bedroom.
But that hadn’t quite helped either. He gnawed on his lip, glancing towards the upstairs where Aziraphale was reading. As long as the angel stayed engrossed in his novels, he probably wouldn’t notice a demon reorganizing his other books. Or maybe stealing a few.
Crowley crept upstairs, pretending to be Bond on a secret mission to retrieve some sort of intel. And he had to be extra careful if he was going to avoid being caught by the Guardian of the Eastern Gate.
Of course, he’d managed to evade said Guardian once before. But Aziraphale cared a lot less about protecting the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil than he did about protecting his precious books.
Aziraphale was facing towards the door, although absorbed in his book. Should be possible to sneak past.
Crowley dropped to his stomach and scrambled to hide behind a low bookcase. He peeked out around the edge, checking Aziraphale’s position, and then darted to the next bookcase. Not far to go, and then he’d be in with the really old books. The books of prophecy, misprint Bibles, old first edition novels and plays from the Elizabethan era.
Another glance showed Aziraphale in precisely the same position. This was going great so far.
Focusing on both being stealthy and looking cool while doing it, Crowley slipped from bookcase to bookcase. Adrenaline surged through him, the kind he’d enjoyed so much when he was actually doing spy stuff. This was great.
He made it safely, then reached for one of the misprint Bibles. This was just what he needed to—
“And what, my dear serpent, do you think you’re doing?”
Guilty, Crowley froze in place with his fingers on the spine of the Buggre Alle This Bible. He turned to peer over his shoulder, grinned, tried to look innocent. “Hey, Aziraphale! I, er, was waiting for my laundry to get done. So I figured I’d do some reading.”
“Is that so?” Lips pursed, Aziraphale walked over and swatted his hand off the Bible. He turned around and crossed his arms, then raised his eyebrows in inquiry. “Since when have you been interested in these books?”
“Ah, you know me. I’m always interested in, uh, what you’re interested in.” Still flashing his winning grin, Crowley swayed from side to side. “I am the one who carried all these upstairs when we moved in, y’know.”
“I do know. I also know I very specifically told you not to dare lay a finger on the books themselves.” Aziraphale lightly tapped the end of his finger against Crowley’s nose. “Whatever am I to do with such a naughty demon?”
“Nnnh, you could always watch Bond with me.” The adrenaline was already wearing off, and Crowley leaned against one of the bookcases with a sigh. Maybe he should have just tried going for a drive. “Or chase me around the cottage. Toss me up in the air and catch me. I dunno.”
“Toss you up in… Why would I do that?” Aziraphale gave him an utterly bemused look.
Oh gosh, this was so embarrassing. Crowley covered his face with his hands and mumbled, “M’ bored. I was pretending to be Bond. Hoped the adrenaline would help.”
“And what, precisely, was James Bond planning to do with my collection of Bibles?” Soft hands grasped his, lowering them, and Aziraphale gazed at him with fond amusement. “Were they somehow a threat to national security?”
“It’s, er. The chaos generated by how badly organized all this is.” Crowley gave a little shrug, pleased that his angel had gone along with the game. “Threat to the whole bloody universe, your organization is.”
“Mm, I see.” A smile danced lightly on Aziraphale’s lips, and the corners of his eyes crinkled with merriment. “My dear, if you’re bored, I can think of several rather more enjoyable ways to raise your heart rate. Instead of organizing the forbidden books, perhaps…”
He leaned in and brushed his lips to Crowley’s in a slow, lingering kiss, then drew back and smiled.
“Ooh.” Interested now, Crowley looped his arms around his soft angel. “Wanna make out in my car?”
Aziraphale laughed then, a bright sound that immediately lifted Crowley’s spirits. “While I admit that is tempting—don’t look at me like that, Crowley—I was rather thinking of a bit of a romp somewhere with rather more room. The bed, perhaps?”
In answer, Crowley grabbed the lapels of Aziraphale’s cardigan and pushed him back against the bookcase. He kissed his angel hard, passionately, and Aziraphale kissed back with equal enthusiasm. Plump hands grasped his hips and pulled him even closer.
Crowley’s groin throbbed, and he groaned as he pressed against the bulge in Aziraphale’s trousers. The angel gave a groan of his own. It might be hard to even make it to the bed, if they kept this up.
Aziraphale nibbled Crowley’s lip, then soothed the sting with a gentler kiss. “My dear,” he said, almost breathless. “I did say the bed, you know. Not my library.”
That was a good point. Aziraphale would forgive a lot of things, but toppling over the bookcases like dominos might not be one of them. “Nnnh, okay. I think I’m too turned on to walk downstairs, though.”
Aziraphale rolled his eyes, but scooped him up anyway. “Come along, my dear. Put your legs around my waist.”
“Mmm, sexy.” Crowley wrapped his arms and legs around his angel. His cock, trapped between them, gave an eager throb. Yeah, this really wasn’t helping with the ‘too turned on’ problem, but it was fun. “You sure you can keep up with me, though? I’ve got a lot of excess energy to burn off.”
Carrying Crowley like he weighed absolutely nothing—also a massive turn-on—Aziraphale climbed downstairs and headed to the bedroom. “Oh, I believe you’re the one who once described me as insatiable?”
“I was talking about your love of cake,” Crowley protested.
But then they were in the bedroom, and all thoughts of anything else flew out of his head like ducks migrating south for the winter.
Something else was migrating south in Crowley’s body, all his attention and blood flow. He rocked his hips forward, grinding against Aziraphale’s softness. “We’ve got entirely too many clothes on.”
“I am aware, dear boy.” Aziraphale laid him back on the bed, then caught his hands as he reached for his belt. “Ah, no. If you’ll permit me? I do very much enjoy unwrapping my favorite present.”
Crowley burst into laughter, but he laid back and folded his arms behind his head. “Unwrap away.”
“Mmmm…” Kisses pressed to his stomach through the black turtleneck, then to his cock. Despite the unwelcome layer of cloth between Crowley’s cock and his angel’s talented mouth, it sent another bolt of desire through him. “Simply gorgeous.”
The soft hands pushed Crowley’s shirt up, sliding across his stomach and then up his sides, stopping at the bottom of his ribs. More kisses trailed across his stomach.
“Aziraphale,” Crowley protested, restlessness surging up. “Will you fuck me already?”
Amused hazel eyes peeked at him. “Oh dear, you are impatient today. Let’s see, what do we have here?”
Crowley hissed. “If you start involving my cock in your magic act…”
Aziraphale laughed, working his belt buckle loose and then the front of his trousers. “It is a very, very lovely cock, you know.”
“Then put your blasted hands on it already.”
He’d barely gotten the words out before Aziraphale did exactly that. The angel tugged Crowley’s clothes out of the way, wrapped his warm hand around Crowley’s length, and began to stroke.
Sparks of pleasure rolled through Crowley, and he let his head fall back again. Aziraphale’s hand slid all the way down to the base in a smooth stroke, then back up. Down and up, down and up. Steady, almost too steady, and definitely too slow.
But damn, it felt good. Crowley thrust up into the firm grip, and Aziraphale responded by finally moving faster. He teased at Crowley’s cockhead, circling with his thumb, and then pumped again.
“Hhhhhng.” Crowley’s hips moved of their own accord, rocking up into the stimulation. “Oh, Somebody, that feels good.”
“Excellent. That is the plan, after all.” Aziraphale bent and closed his mouth across the head of Crowley’s cock, lapping lightly in the same way he always sampled a new flavor of ice cream.
A swell of love rolled off him, the emotion accentuating every touch. Each movement on his hand on Crowley’s cock, the flick of his tongue, the other hand trailing down the inside of his thigh. The angel’s hand slipped down, miracled slick, and fingers brushed Crowley’s entrance. Asking permission.
Crowley nodded vigorously, and the slicked fingers pushed up his arse. Opening him with equal care, filling him, reaching inside him.
“Angel,” Crowley gasped, the word almost a prayer to his beloved. He caved to the need to touch, bringing his hand down to slide through Aziraphale’s curls. “Nnnnh, that feels… that’s bloody amazing. How do I always forget how good you are at this?”
A few more teasing licks of Aziraphale’s tongue, circling around his cock. And then the angel pulled back, smiling at him. “My dearest. You know how much I enjoy pleasure.”
Crowley whimpered with need, writhing as Aziraphale added another finger. “Gah, you’re driving me mad. I’ve gotta be ready to go. I like pleasure too, but I like it…”
“Faster, I know.” Aziraphale bent and kissed his cockhead, then drew back and shed his own clothes. In deference to Crowley’s need, he didn’t stop to fold them, just let them fall to the floor along with Crowley’s own.
The angel’s cock was rock hard, standing eagerly at attention, pre-come dripping down to the sheets. And Aziraphale’s eyes had gone hungry too, his cheeks flushed. He might like to take longer at his pleasure than Crowley did, but he was just as turned on.
“C’mere.” Crowley opened his arms, and Aziraphale climbed across him. The angel met him in a kiss, their lips sliding together, tongues teasing lightly. Crowley slid his fingers through Aziraphale’s hair again, moaning against his mouth.
The restlessness was still there, though, even as Aziraphale nipped and kissed his way down Crowley’s neck and across his shoulders. “What position would you like to be in, dear boy?”
“I honestly do not care,” Crowley said tersely. Agitation was winding up inside him again, and it wasn’t just the agitation of being too aroused. It was the same restless frustration he’d felt all day, like nothing would ever be satisfying again. “I just want you to fuck me until I stop feeling so…”
He snarled and waved a hand vaguely. Aziraphale cupped his cheek, kissed his brow, and then drew back to gaze at him with a bit of concern. “It’s all right, Crowley. I’ve got you, always.”
The warmth of his love washed over Crowley again, not enough to calm the agitation but still comforting. Aziraphale sat back and pulled Crowley to straddle his lap.
Impatient, Crowley took hold of Aziraphale’s cock, positioned him, and sank down onto the hard length. Aziraphale groaned, clutching at Crowley. “Oh, my dear. You feel marvelous, so tight around me. Not too uncomfortable?”
“Just. Fuck me.” Now fully impaled, Crowley wrapped around his legs around the angel’s waist and began to rock his hips.
He promptly lost his balance and started to fall backwards.
Aziraphale quickly caught him, strong arms guiding him back to a stable position. The angel smiled as Crowley clutched at him. “See, my dear? I’ve got you.”
A wave of contentment washed through Crowley, a sense of security. He might still be in constant restless motion, but Aziraphale would never let him spin out of control. “I know you do.”
They began to move together, Aziraphale thrusting up into him with languid, shallow strokes. Crowley matched his rhythm for now, although with more force. He tangled his fingers in Aziraphale’s soft curls and pulled him in for a kiss.
Crowley rolled his hips in a circle, and Aziraphale reflexively thrust deeper. “Just like that,” Crowley mumbled into the kiss, speeding up. “Want you, want to feel you inside me.”
With a chuckle, Aziraphale broke off and nuzzled Crowley’s cheek. “I am inside you, dear boy.”
“Deeper.”
The angel obliged, this time with significantly less caution. Crowley gasped, his arse aching at the fullness. Aziraphale pumped into him, strong grip holding him steady. “Better?” Aziraphale panted.
Crowley rocked into the thrusts, welcoming each deepening stroke. “Oh, fuck yes. More, angel. More.”
He nipped at Aziraphale’s lip, one hand sliding down to tease the angel’s nipples. He circled and flicked, and Aziraphale thrust hard enough that Crowley’s vision blurred. Craving more, he did it again, and again.
Aziraphale let out a sudden, very un-angelic growl and flipped them both over. Crowley landed on his back, still impaled on his angel’s thick cock. Gasping, he wrapped his legs around Aziraphale’s back and pushed up into the rapid thrusts.
The angel buried himself as deep as possible, so deep that Crowley shouted. He was overfull, and tender, and it felt amazing.
“Oh, Aziraphale.” He kissed his angel hard, dragging Aziraphale back down to kiss more. In between kisses, he whispered encouragement. “You’re so… fucking… hot. Love you.”
“Mmm, my dear Crowley.” Aziraphale’s fingers slid through his hair, then tightened. Pulled his head back to expose his throat for passionate kisses and sharp little nips.
Crowley’s vision whited out as the angel ground into him. He pushed up again, welcoming Aziraphale deeper and deeper. His own cock throbbed with need, the ache almost painful. He worked a hand between them, sliding up and down the shaft.
Brimming with love, he reached out to Aziraphale on the metaphysical planes. The mutual passion sizzled between them in a joyous dance. He slithered in delighted loops around Aziraphale’s interlocking golden rings and wheels, inviting another, even more profound kind of intimacy.
They blended with each other, demon and angel merging together. Each moment of their True Forms entwining heightened the sensations. Pleasure obliterating everything else in the blessed world.
Crowley dug his fingers into Aziraphale’s back, drawing the angel’s essence deeper into himself as he did so. Aziraphale filled him across every plane, his love and devotion so strong that it brought tears to Crowley’s eyes. He cried out in bliss, head falling back against the bed.
Aziraphale kissed his throat again, cock driving deeper into him. A shift in angle, hitting Crowley’s prostate, and he shouted at the electric shock of sheer bliss. His body screamed for more, and he threw himself into the thrusts. He could never get enough of his angel.
“My Crowley. Oh, you’re so eager.” Aziraphale’s hand wrapped around his cock again, pulling him closer to the peak of ecstasy. Fingers brushing against his most sensitive spots. Tapping lightly along the back, teasing his cockhead. And the angel’s cock inside him, each stroke expertly aimed. “You’re simply undone for me, aren’t you?”
Crowley groaned, hands sliding down to grip Aziraphale’s soft arse. He pushed up into each thrust, coaxing the strokes deeper and deeper. “All yours, angel, always.”
And not just his body. His mind, his heart, his very soul. He kissed Aziraphale hard, moaning against his mouth as their meld deepened. There was nothing but Aziraphale, nothing but their union. Overwhelming pleasure, all sense of separation fading away.
It was almost too much. Anxiety spiked, and Crowley clung to his angel desperately. He was losing control, lost to bliss, and it scared the shit out of him.
But then arms folded close around him, one hand curling around the back of his neck. Aziraphale cradled him close, strokes slow and smooth. Love blanketed him, a soothing safety net. In the metaphysical planes, many wings folded around him.
“I’ve got you,” Aziraphale whispered against his skin, the angel’s very soul poured into the words. The deepest, most profound promise that could possibly be made. A vow. “I’ve got you, Crowley. Let go, and I’ll take care of you.”
Crowley surrendered then, his anxiety soothed away by the utter devotion and adoration. He moved with Aziraphale, no longer thinking at all, no longer thinking about anything. There was only Aziraphale, only their shared bliss, only the building peak of pleasure.
Aziraphale’s hand dragged up and down his shaft, each touch sending a blast of sheer delight through Crowley. The angel rocked back, lying down with Crowley riding atop him, and thrust up into his eager body.
“Love you.” Crowley could barely get the words out, breathless with need. He bent over, body shuddering under Aziraphale’s expert lovemaking, and melded his lips with the angel’s.
Their tongues teased at each other, Aziraphale’s cock reaching deeper into him, a pressure building in his groin and in the very depths of his True Form…
It peaked, climax exploding through Crowley like a supernova. The whole of his body quaked with it, and a cry of ecstasy burst out. He rocked atop his angel, clenching his muscles, pulling Aziraphale along with him.
Aziraphale’s pleasure flooded the whole of Crowley’s world, their sheer joy and adoration of each other blending together. Crowley basked in his angel, in the secure feeling of being so utterly loved. Nothing could possibly be more satisfying than that.
Aziraphale drew him down for another kiss, long and hard and deep. And then Crowley crumpled across his angel’s softness, sated and utterly drained. Aziraphale was still inside him, albeit softening.
Neither of them made any attempt to disentangle, not yet. Heart pounding, Crowley laid his head on Aziraphale’s shoulder. “Luv you,” he mumbled. “M’ so, so fuckin’ in love with you.”
Aziraphale let out a soft hum of agreement and contentment. He was breathing just as hard, his arms looped around Crowley’s body. “Love you.”
For a time, they just laid together. Aziraphale’s softening length eventually slipped out, and Crowley gave a soft keen at the loss of fullness. With a breathless chuckle, Aziraphale stroked his hair. “Don’t fret, dearest. We can always go for another round if you need to. I did promise you endurance, after all.”
“Nnnh, think I might overload in earnest if I tried for a second round right now.” For the first time all day, there was no restlessness. No need to do anything. Just sheer comfort, a feeling of being well looked after. “That was bloody amazing, angel.”
“Oh, I’m glad.” A shaky kiss pressed to his head. “I know it was a bit overwhelming for a moment, but you felt quite happy after that.”
Crowley smiled to himself. When melding, he and Aziraphale could feel everything the other felt. A buzz of sensations, thoughts, and all emotions. If it had been too much, the angel would have known to stop. “Happy is kind of an understatement.”
Another chuckle. “I suppose for me as well.”
“I know.” Crowley nuzzled into Aziraphale’s neck, then trailed light kisses up to his jaw. “You needed that as much as I did, yeah? Better way to spend the day than digging around in ancient dusty books.”
“But I like ancient dusty books,” Aziraphale protested.
Crowley drew back just enough to give him a sleepy, satisfied grin. “But you like me more. Right, angel?”
Battling a smile, Aziraphale ran a hand through his sweaty hair. “Yes I do, you old ruffian. My very favorite thing in all Creation.”
“Hhn, flatterer.” Still warm with affection, Crowley bent and pressed their lips together again. A lingering kiss, teasing his tongue lightly along Aziraphale’s lips until the angel yielded to his touch. They sank into each other again, savoring the contact.
When Crowley ran out of air, he rolled off Aziraphale and flopped down on his back. The sweaty front of his body rejoiced at the air movement, and he shivered. Almost chilly now.
“We’re a bit sticky, I think.” Aziraphale touched Crowley’s belly, trailing a finger through the come and down to brush against his oversensitive cock. Crowley hissed softly at him, amused. “I suppose we ought to clean up at some point.”
“Yeah, at some point.” He still wasn’t in a rush though, happy and contented. “This really helped me a lot, y’know. I’m not all…”
“Cranky?” Aziraphale suggested.
Crowley pursed his lips. “Agitated. M’ not agitated anymore. I just feel… terrific, honestly.”
He glanced to his angel, and the corners of Aziraphale’s eyes crinkled with a fond smile. “So I suppose we ought to make a note that sex is rather more effective than you pretending to be Bond and stealing my books, hmm?”
“Absolutely do not make a note of that.” Knowing Aziraphale, he meant that literally. “I don’t wanna walk into the kitchen someday and find a robin blue post-it note that says ‘Is your demon agitated? Try sex!’”
Aziraphale laughed at that, a beautifully clear sound that made Crowley want to kiss him for the entire rest of the day. “All right, my love. I shall refrain from any sex-related post-it notes on the icebox. On the topic of cleaning up, though… would you like to take a shower?”
Pleased at the suggestion, Crowley rolled to give Aziraphale another quick kiss. “As long as you take one with me.”