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"That's not how you fold a fitted sheet."
Crowley paused, the sheet half-rolled, half folded around his arms. He glanced over at Aziraphale, who wasn't even looking his way. Crowley affected Aziraphale's accent and echoed him sarcastically. "That's not how you fold a fitted sheet." Crowley tossed the sheet in a heap on the bed and collapsed dramatically on top of it, face first.
Crowley heard Aziraphale sigh and stand up from his own bed where he'd been reading. "Do you need help, dear?"
Crowley found his pillow and groaned into it. He felt useless. It was just one of those days where he couldn't seem to do anything right and the stupid sheet had been the final straw.
"I'll take that as a yes," Aziraphale said. Crowley felt his bed dip as Aziraphale sat on the edge of it. Aziraphale put a hand tentatively on Crowley's back and rubbed gentle, soothing circles through the fabric of his shirt.
Crowley pushed his face further into the pillow, shifting to a slightly more comfortable position. He was glad he had dressed for comfort today, in a simple v-neck and jeans. Anything else would have been suffocating with Aziraphale this close. There was something about being touched like this, without urgency, without shame, that hit Crowley harder than any drug mankind had ever concocted. He was instantly drunk on it.
"You're so tense," Aziraphale muttered. Crowley could feel Aziraphale begin to press his fingers deeper into the muscles around Crowley's shoulders. Crowley shuddered involuntarily.
Aziraphale shifted to his knees on the bed so he could bring both hands onto Crowley's back, pressing into the knots between his shoulder blades and along his spine. Crowley was quickly turning to goo, incapable of responding to anything with words, or even remembering his own name.
"Stretch your arms out and let them relax," Aziraphale guided him. Crowley rushed to obey. Aziraphale's fingers found a new area along Crowley's ribs to ease the tension. "How are you feeling now, dear?" Aziraphale asked.
"Ngk," Crowley replied. He could feel, rather than see, Aziraphale's smile.
Aziraphale began working his hands down Crowley's spine. More than one vertebrae gave a satisfying small pop as his hands pressed in just the right place on either side of it. Soon his hands were pressing into the fleshy part of Crowley's buttocks, and Crowley could feel it in his neck, back, and hips, all at once. When Aziraphale pressed lower, Crowley's groin also took notice.
Crowley did his best to remain quiet aside from the occasional small sigh he could not completely suppress. He knew if he allowed any other sounds to fall from his lips they would quickly give away just how much he was enjoying the message.
Aziraphale then began working on Crowley's thighs. He shifted them so they were both in the middle of the bed, with Aziraphale kneeling on either side of Crowley's knees. Crowley's legs twitched then relaxed as Aziraphale's fingers kneaded different parts of the muscles. Crowley tried his best to keep his hips still--afraid that any amount of friction in that area would get him a different kind of physical response he was trying to avoid. His pants were already feeling too tight.
Aziraphale's hands worked their way down to Crowley's shins, and then to his ankles. "Would you like me to massage your feet?" Aziraphale asked.
Crowley quickly toed off his boots and let them fall to the floor with a clatter. Normally, he would have treated them with more dignity than that, but he wasn't feeling particularly dignified himself right then, and the quicker he got Aziraphale's fingers wherever they wanted to go, the better.
Aziraphale shifted off the bed so he could kneel on the floor and better reach Crowley's feet. He pulled Crowley's socks off one at a time, then began rubbing both feet at once, his thumb rubbing strong circles on Crowley's heels.
Crowley felt like heat had rushed straight from the soles of his feet to his crotch. The simple v-neck was suddenly too hot to bare, and he pulled it over his head to drop onto the floor by the night stand. He didn't know or care if Aziraphale noticed, so long as he didn't stop.
Aziraphale moved his thumbs to press in larger circles in the arch of Crowley's feet. His toes flexed and curled as he fought the urge to thrust his hips into the mattress.
When Aziraphale reached the balls of Crowley's feet Crowley accidentally let out a moan. He bit his lip, stopping the sound as soon as he became aware of it, but he could tell Aziraphale had heard him from the way his fingers paused ever-so-briefly in their ministrations before continuing. He was sure, he'd never hear the end of it.
Aziraphale, however, didn't say a word. He rubbed Crowley's toes, pulling them gently one by one until they all felt loose and free. Then, Crowley felt the bed shift as Aziraphale sat on it again.
"Is there anything else I can do for you?" Aziraphale asked.
Crowley fought to think up a normal answer, but words were still all muddy and unimportant in his brain compared to the warmth and fire he was feeling all over. He shook his head as best he could, face still pressed into his pillow.
"Are you sure?" Aziraphale's voice dropped an octave from its usual register.
Crowley nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Aziraphale's hand rest on one of his thighs and give it a brief squeeze.
"Sure seems like there might be something else I can do for you," Aziraphale mused. Crowley felt the bed shift again as Aziraphale straddled his legs. "Any thoughts?" Aziraphale asked, voice closer to Crowley's ear than he was expecting. He could tell now Aziraphale was leaning over him, breath hot on Crowley's bare back.
Crowley desperately wanted to move, to press himself further into the mattress, to get some friction where he so desperately needed it, and he knew Aziraphale could tell. More than that though, he wanted to know what Aziraphale had in mind.
"I noticed you took your shirt off, are you feeling warm?" Aziraphale asked. He ran his hands over the skin of Crowley's back and Crowley could feel his chest and arms break out in gooseflesh. He shivered, and Aziraphale kissed him at the nape of his neck. "I'd like to help you," Aziraphale continued, "But you're going to have to ask for it."
Crowley whimpered. Aziraphale always seemed to know exactly when Crowley needed this. It was the best kind of torture.
"What was that?" Aziraphale asked, leaning down until his chest was nearly resting on Crowley's back. He was being a right bastard and he knew it. Crowley lived for it.
"Fuck me," Crowley said, voice half muffled by the pillow.
Aziraphale nibbled lightly on Crowley's ear with his teeth before whispering, "I didn't quite catch that, I'm afraid."
"Fuck me!" Crowley turned to the side so he could enunciate.
Aziraphale kissed him on the cheek. "With pleasure, my dear."
Crowley reached for his belt, needing it gone, now. Aziraphale batted his hands away and reached under Crowley's hips to take the belt off himself, pulling it out with torturous languor. Crowley had to concentrate not to rut into Aziraphale's hands, they were so close to his crotch.
When the belt was out of the last loop and dropped to the floor, Aziraphale reached back under Crowley to undo the button and zipper keeping the jeans on his hips. Crowley's resolve was weakening, and this time he did allow himself a shallow thrust into the mattress and Azirphale's busy hands.
"So impatient," Aziraphale pretended to scold. He helped ease the jeans down Crowley's legs and off his feet, leaving them to join the rest of his outfit on the floor. Crowley was grateful he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Aziraphale climbed back on top of him, slowly lowering his chest once more onto Crowley's back. Crowley could feel Aziraphale's erection resting between his asscheeks, and he shifted his hips to show his appreciation of the placement.
"Not yet," Aziraphale murmured. "We're getting there."
"You're an arsehole," Crowley grumbled.
"That's a big part of what you love about me, if I'm not mistaken," Aziraphale replied.
His breath tickled Crowley's ear and Crowley let out a huff.
Aziraphale planted kisses on the back of Crowley's neck and ran his hands along the back of Crowley's arms. "Love when you're all relaxed like this," he said.
"I was relaxed, 'til you got me all riled up." Crowley punctuated the words "riled up" with an attempt at thrusting his hips into the mattress, but it was difficult to move at all with Aziraphale's body pinning him in place.
Aziraphale laughed softly and Crowley could feel the reverberations across every inch of his skin. "That wasn't entirely my intention, but I suppose I'd be lying if I said it wasn't entirely on purpose, either."
"Bastard," Crowley replied, another breathy huff and attempt at squirming to get some friction betrayed exactly how he felt about it.
"Love you too," Aziraphale said with another kiss to Crowley's neck. He shifted his weight to a knee alongside Crowley's thigh and a moment later Crowley felt something cool pressing between his ass cheeks.
Crowley forced his body to go still so he could concentrate on the sensation. Aziraphale pressed in with a finger, slick with lube. Crowley fought with his muscles to relax until Aziraphale pressed in further and rubbed over that spot that made everything go shaky and hot. Crowley let out a drawn out "Fuuuuck," before pressing his face again into the pillow and lifting his hips as best he could.
Aziraphale shifted more to the side so Crowley had more room to get a knee underneath him. He angled his hips so his ass was high in the air. Aziraphale added a second finger inside him and began to slide them in and out. Crowley's thighs shook every time Aziraphale's fingers brushed over his prostate.
Crowley was shuddering with pleasure when Azirraphale removed his fingers without warning. Crowley made an embarrassing whine of protest.
Aziraphale tutted affectionately and repositioned himself behind Crowley, helping him get up on both his knees. Crowley felt one of Aziraphale's hands grip his hip as something hard pressed at his entrance.
"Are you relaxed now, darling?" Aziraphale asked.
Crowley growled, and turned his head so Aziraphale could hear him clearly. "Aziraphale, if you don't start fucking me soon, I'm going to lose my shit."
Aziraphale pressed in, a little quicker than he usually would have at Crowley's insistence, until their hips were pressed flush together.
Crowley gave a deep groan of satisfaction and precome dripped onto the bed below him.
Aziraphale pulled part way out and pushed back in, not giving Crowley much time to adjust--not that he needed or wanted it. He'd barely begun and Crowley was already urging him faster.
"You'll get there, I've got you," Aziraphale said in a voice that was patient but firm. Aziraphale placed a hand flat against Crowley's back and the other on Crowley's hip to help hold him in place.
Crowley's whole body was thrumming with energy, but he had no choice but to give Aziraphale control. It was exhilarating.
Aziraphale fucked him at his own pace, faster than he had with his fingers, but slower than he usually did. Crowley did his best to keep his hips still and concentrated instead on how Aziraphale felt pressing against his rim, filling and stretching him exquisitely with each press inward. He was so hard he knew he would come the second he touched himself, but he kept his hands tangled tight in the pillowcase. He needed this.
"You're close, aren't you?" Aziraphale asked.
Crowley nodded.
"I need you to hold on just a little longer." Aziraphale kissed Crowley's back and Crowley's thighs began to lightly shake with the effort of holding back. "You can do it."
They were both panting and the bed was squeaking its protests but Aziraphale kept the pace steady. He changed the angle slightly and Crowley whimpered a needy, pleading sound. He could no longer control the noises falling from his lips.
"That's it," Aziraphale finally said, "You can come now."
Crowley came untouched, spilling hot and wet onto the stupid fitted sheet that had started this whole thing bunched up below him. He was so blissed out in his own pleasure he didn't feel Aziraphale come inside him or pull out. After the high of orgasm wore off he found himself on his side on the bed with Aziraphale spooning him from behind, a sticky mess on the sheet shoved to the edge of the bed so they weren't lying in it.
"Well that was…" Crowley began.
"What you needed?" Aziraphale asked.
"Yeah." Crowley's voice was hoarse but his body felt relaxed and loose and warm all over.
"Good." Aziraphale planted a kiss on his shoulder and hugged him with the arm he had pressed against Crowley's chest.
"Guess now I don't have to fold the damn sheet after all."
Aziraphale laughed and the vibrations from his chest felt soft and comforting against Crowley's back. "Not until we wash it again, anyway."
"Thank you," Crowley said, yawning sleepily.
"Of course." Aziraphale kissed the back of Crowley's neck as Crowley felt himself drift off to sleep.