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Now that they were free, Aziraphale and Crowley especially liked showing the world they were truly together. One of their favourite things to do was strolling hand in hand in every single park in London. It had somehow replaced their private meetings in the back room of the bookshop, and they could walk like that for hours and hours on end, talking about whatever they wanted. They were free.
Today, they were walking in a peaceful little park with beautiful wide lawns that looked soft and fresh. A place Aziraphale would definitely remember for a future picnic.
“Oh, dear, I’m afraid we can’t go this way”, the angel declared suddenly, pulling on his lover’s hand to bring him to a halt.
“What? Why?” Crowley asked, looking around in confusion.
The angel’s only answer was to draw the demon’s attention to one particular sign planted in the grass before them, a small smile on his lips.
Crowley felt his face and whole body suddenly becoming very hot as his eyes scanned the innocent-looking square. The sign read “ All pets must be on a leash. Please clean up after your pet. ”
The angel leaned over his demon and murmured softly in his ear. “How forgetful of me, I should have brought your leash along. What are we going to do now, my sweet little pet?”
A pleasant shiver ran down Crowley’s spine, and heat pooled in his mid section. Oh, how he loved his angel. He had shown an impressively exploratory sexual curiosity since they started properly dating, and Crowley could not get enough of this side of him. Especially when Aziraphale showed a dominant and confident playfulness. Crowley would do anything his deep, calm voice asked of him.
“It-it’s up to you”, the demon whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation. “Sir”, he added hurriedly when the angel raised an eyebrow.
“Right answer.”
With that, Crowley shuddered, his brain already starting to fuzz at the edges. Then he coughed to hide the rather undemonic whimper that tried to escape him when Aziraphale slid a hand inside one of the back pockets of his trousers and groped his arse.
A satisfied grin spread on the blond’s innocent face.
His angel was a bastard, wasn’t he? Crowley told himself as Aziraphale urged him to resume their stroll, his hand still in the tight black pocket. They were in a public park in broad daylight, walking peacefully as if the angel hadn’t turned Crowley’s brain into a puddle of arousal and submissiveness with less than three sentences.
And now, Crowley had to fight back an erection that would definitely be visible in these jeans. Why was he persisting in wearing those, anyway?
Aziraphale was talking, the demon could hear his voice and the perfect softness of his accent, but he had no idea what he was saying. His strong hand was still groping his ass, not letting him forget what they were probably – hopefully – going to do when they were home.
Crowley was just beginning to calm down and regain a semblance of awareness when he felt the tingly whisper of an angelic miracle being performed. The thing was, he could tell the miracle had been performed around his neck, and now he could feel the weight and tightness of a familiar collar.
The demon abruptly stopped in the middle of the path when he realised what Aziraphale had done. His trembling fingers went up to caress his new piece of jewelery as if he didn’t know exactly what was there. Unsurprinsigly, he found the smooth texture of leather and the cold of the metal here and there. From an outsider’s eye, the collar could perfectly well be a stylish leather choker that matched his outfit. But Crowley knew it was the collar he’d been wearing when they’d explored petplay lately. The ring at the front was free of its leash but somehow the demon could almost feel its weight.
At this moment, Crowley became aware of three things. One, they were definitely going to have sex at some point in the very near future. Two, his erection was absolutely visible now. And three, the angel could do anything he wanted with him.
The demon cast a heated glance at his lover who had stopped along with him, finding him absolutely unchanged, seemingly unaware of Crowley’s emotional disarray. He was sure anyone looking at himself would have known what was going on, but anyone looking at Aziraphale? They would have had no clue, and that realisation alone was enough to ignite a powerful fire in Crowley’s entire body.
The rest of the world disappeared from the demon’s mind, entirely focused on Aziraphale. What should he do? Should he wait for an order or go back to their stroll? He wanted to ask, but he wasn’t even sure he was allowed to talk. The last time they had played like that, they had introduced this rule in their game. As they had both loved it, he assumed it was an unspoken rule now, and when he looked at his angel, he tilted his head a little in what he hoped was a questioning gesture.
Aziraphale smiled warmly – making Crowley’s inside melt and twist in a vey pleasant way – and then he raised his hand to reach the demon’s head. He let his fingers slide gently along Crowley’s red locks and scratched the area just behind his ear.
Crowley’s brain melted a little further, lost in the tenderness of his lover’s ministrations. He was weak for hair stroking and scratching, even more so when Aziraphale took charge and he let himself fall into submissiveness.
“Two choices, my dear”, the angel whispered suddenly in Crowley’s ear. “Either we keep playing here, or we go home.”
The demon whimpered. How was he supposed to make a choice when his brain was barely working properly? Aziraphale was still caressing his hair and all he wanted to do was put his head on his lover’s shoulder and stay there all day. And maybe do something about his raging erection at some point, too.
Before he could move, the angel slid a finger in the metal ring of the demon’s collar and tugged a little before talking again, “Can you choose for me, my sweet?”
Crowley shivered. He may not have a functioning brain right now, but he definitely did not have the ability to say no to a single thing the angel said. Not when he had so much control. Not ever, really.
He forced his brain to come up with an answer. On the one hand, he didn’t really want to move, and they could easily find somewhere to hide, or use a miracle for the humans to be unaware of their presence. They had already had sex in public this way. But on the other hand, he always preferred the comfort of their flat – Aziraphale’s flat, actually, but the demon had moved in with him a few months ago. And he was not sure he was entirely ready to bring pet play outside.
So without warning, he put his hands on Aziraphale’s waist and miracled them in their living room. The angel fell sitting on the leather couch and Crowley immediately kneeled between his legs, leaning a cheek against one of Aziraphale’s knees and looking up at the angel.
Their eyes met in a warm and tender exchange. The angel put a hand on Crowley’s cheek and rubbed his thumb across his parted lips.
“You’re quite gone, aren’t you?” he whispered, almost impressed.
The demon couldn’t do anything else but nod weakly, closing his eyes to rub his cheek a little more frankly against Aziraphale’s thigh.
The hand on his cheek went down to reach the black collar, a single finger creeping under it and sliding all the way to the back of the demon’s neck. “You are unspeakably cute like that, my dear.”
Crowley shuddered at the praise, a whimper forcing his way out of his throat. He tried to come even closer, and Aziraphale accommodated him, opening his legs a little more to make room for the eager demon.
The red-haired vaguely heard a low groan somewhere above him but he didn’t have time to analyse it as he suddenly found himself naked. He opened his eyes from the surprise and realised he was not the only one in this state of undress. Apparently, Aziraphale had miracled them both naked, and now his blue-grey eyes were burning with lust, and Crowley could feel his heated gaze slide across his skin, leaving goosebumps on their path.
Aziraphale tugged on the still-there collar and dragged Crowley up to kiss him senseless. He immediately attacked the demon’s mouth with his tongue, clearly proclaiming him as his. He ate Crowley’s surprised and aroused moan and he groaned back, then abruptly stopped the kiss and put his lover back down.
When Crowley opened his eyes again, he found himself looking at his angel’s hard and flushed cock. Licking his lips while his mouth watered, he glanced up to make sure he was allowed to do what he wanted.
“I think you know what to do, pet,” Aziraphale provided, bringing both his hands to the demon’s hair and urging him toward his cock.
Crowley didn’t wait any longer. He wrapped his lips around the head and a hand around the base of his lover’s cock and began sucking eagerly. He moaned at the sudden bitter and musky taste in his mouth when precome met his tongue.
“My perfect…” Aziraphale groaned in a low rumbling voice as Crowley started bobbing on his cock. “...darling little pet. You are mine, aren’t you?”
Crowley hummed around the angel’s shaft in approval, making him hiss and tug his hair. The light pain only served to send a new wave of want through Crowley, and he sped up his rythm.
“That’s it. Show me how much you like my cock, dear.” Aziraphale sounded breathless as his grasp on Crowley’s hair tightened again.
Crowley did not hesitate. He removed his hand from the base and took the whole of the angel’s cock. He miracled his gag reflex away and kept him in his throat, his nose nestled in the patch of white hair.
Aziraphale gasped. “You’re so good at that, your mouth is so hot… And you like that, don’t you?”
As an answer, Crowley swallowed several times around the angel’s cock. Aziraphale couldn’t suppress his whine, and the little thrusts his hips gave, trying to get ever deeper.
“I’m sure you would stay there all day long if I asked you to do so…” he said, sending a hand caressing the leather collar around the demon’s neck.
Crowley hummed again, trying to let Aziraphale know that yes, he would stay right there if the angel asked.
Strengthening his hold on the demon’s head and collar, Aziraphale groaned “Perhaps another day. For now, I just want you to make us come.”
Focused on the cock in his mouth and throat, Crowley did his best to make his lover come as quickly as he could. He swirled his skilled tongue around and bobbed and sucked and hummed, making a mess but not giving a shit.
When Aziraphale released with a cry of bliss, Crowley swallowed as much as he could and wrapped a hand around his own cock, suddenly wanting to come, too.
He was extremely turned on since Aziraphale miracled his collar in the park, so he found himself almost immediately on the brink of his orgasm. Only a few hard and fast strokes were needed to send him over the edge. He moaned beautifully while his hips jerked and he painted his hand and probably part of the floor and couch with pearly white come.
Then he slumped forward on the angel’s thigh and breathed heavily for a moment while his lover petted his red locks. His eyes closed and he hummed happily. He had never felt so relaxed and safe.
Somewhere in his mind, Crowley wondered if Aziraphale would like it if he started purring.