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They made their way upstairs and Crowley respired softly in awe as they stepped into the bedroom. The bedclothes were made of shiny fabrics, satins and taffetas, smoke and charcoal colors with silver metallic embroidery and details. The matching curtains swayed gently with the breeze coming in through the window.
Aziraphale was pleased with Crowley's reaction. “Still something to be said for shades of grey, yes?”
Crowley took Aziraphale's face in his hands and kissed him again before setting his attention on the buttons of his waistcoat. The angel went to work on the demon's vest as well, setting their clothes on top of the nearby dresser. They toed off their shoes and socks themselves, then helped each other with their shirts.
“Gosh, you're so handsome.”
“Fuck, you're so gorgeous.”
The affirmations had been spoken at the same time, making them smile and giving them another reason to kiss. Their hands went to each other's waists, Crowley reverently pressing into the softness of Aziraphale's stomach, Aziraphale clinging to the sides of Crowley's narrow waist.
Crowley moved his hands to the waistband of Aziraphale's trousers. “May I?” Receiving a nod of approval, Crowley undressed him the rest of the way, tugging down the trousers and light blue boxers. “Fuck, you're even more gorgeous.”
Aziraphale smiled coyly. “Alright, my turn.”
“You can undo my belt, but you'll have to miracle the jeans away.”
The angel looked disappointed even as he slipped the belt off. “But I want to take them off the human way.”
“I didn't get these on the human way, angel.”
“Truly? But... but why would you miracle yourself into such snug garments every day?”
“Call me a dedicated follower of fashion.”
Another crinkle of the nose. “I most certainly will not. Although... I suppose black never goes out of style, I'll give you that.”
“Argh, do you want to get me naked or not?”
“Oh yes, of course, most urgently.” With a snap of his fingers, Aziraphale removed Crowley's remaining attire, leaving the demon in the buff. “My goodness, Crowley. You've a most desirable corporation, I must say.”
“Naturally,” he agreed with a wink before moving to the bed and pushing the blankets down to the bottom, taking his time with that task so he could also will away the blush that had crept upon his cheeks. He turned back and took his angel's hand, leading him to rest upon the mattress, facing each other on their sides.
“Are you... blushing?”
“...Damn.”
Aziraphale giggled. “It's very sweet.” And before Crowley could open his mouth to give a brilliant retort, the angel began keeping those lips occupied. The demon melted easily into the kisses, and the passion between them flared up straight away. He wrapped his arm around Crowley's waist, pulling him in close, wringing pleased moans from them both.
Crowley wove his fingers into his angel's hair, gently twirling a curl. “How do you want me, angel?”
Taking his turn to blush, he answered, “I think... I wish to have you inside me. See, some time ago in my reading I encountered a description of an erogenous zone that's, er... inside. I admit I'm awfully curious to see how that feels.”
Crowley blinked several times in quick succession. “You've read about prostate stimulation?”
“Yes, that's what it was called! In a tome from 1928, no less."
“Hell's bells.”
Aziraphale's eyes went wide. “They're tolling?!"
“Wha– that was an expression, Aziraphale.”
“Oh, dear me, I thought–“
Crowley chortled. “Silly angel.” Starting with his forehead, the demon planted kisses as he moved downward. “Silly,” kiss, “beautiful,” kiss, “angel.” He stopped at one of Aziraphale's nipples and flicked his tongue over the perky bud. There was a gasp, a soft moan, and then a hand came to the back of his head, keeping him in place as he continued his ministrations on one, and then the other nipple.
“Ahh... Crowley... come kiss me,” Aziraphale pleaded. And the demon granted his angel's wishes, holding him tight as they kissed.
“Is it okay if I touch you?” The question was posed against kissed-red lips.
“Of course, Crowley.”
“Tell me if you don't like something.”
“I will.”
Crowley pushed himself off Aziraphale and scooted downward. “Can you open these glorious legs for me?” He placed his hands on those soft, strong thighs and guided the angel to spread them as wide as he needed. Pulling one hand away, he waved it and an oily substance appeared on his right palm and fingers. “Gonna enter you with my fingers first, make sure you're slick and stretched so this won't hurt.” Aziraphale nodded his assent so Crowley dipped his hand between the angel's legs and rested a fingertip over his entrance. The angel made a faint noise, and Crowley caught his eyes, waiting for him to nod before continuing. Carefully, he slid that finger inside, starting to open his partner up.
Aziraphale gasped and reached out for Crowley's free hand, digging the other one in the bedding. Crowley clasped the angel's hand and bent down to kiss his knee while he gingerly prepared him. When he felt he was ready he added a second, and eventually third, finger.
“You're opening up so well for me, angel,” Crowley praised. “Are you feeling any pain?”
“N-No. It's a peculiar sensation. But I like it.”
“Glad to hear. I think you're ready.”
Crowley removed his fingers and slicked his cock to make sure his entrance went as smoothly as possible. He waved away the remaining oil and positioned himself between Aziraphale's legs, using that hand to balance himself.
“Go ahead, Crowley.”
“Okay. Deep breath for me.”
The demon nudged his cock against the angel's entrance and, while watching his face closely, pressed gradually in. Aziraphale's grip on Crowley's hand tightened and he began panting softly. Crowley moved further, bit by bit, silently checking in with his angel every little way, waiting for a nod before pushing in more. Finally, he was in to the hilt and a luxurious moan slipped free. His arm buckled and he landed on his elbow, effectively closing the space between their bodies. He'd had no idea... of course, he knew how it was “supposed” to feel, but he hadn't imagined just how, once he'd finally gotten fully inside of Aziraphale, divine it would be.
“Oh, heavens,” Aziraphale respired, the angel's holy breath caressing Crowley's face like a wind song.
“S-So tight around me, angel.” The demon's hips were quivering, resisting the urge to thrust in too soon. “Still feel alright?”
“Yes, just give me one moment more, darling, then you can move.”
“Take all the time you need.”
The angel freed his hand from Crowley's so he could wrap his arms around him in a firm hug, turning his head and pressing his lips to the tattoo once more, keeping them there. The demon gave a shiver at the sweet gesture and slipped his free arm under Aziraphale's body; he bent his knees and tucked them under the angel's thighs, putting the pair in a full-body embrace. That alone was bliss, the feeling of being in each other's arms, warm and safe, emanating adoration.
After a while, Crowley felt his angel nod. “I'm ready.”
Crowley nodded in return and noticed neither seemed willing to break away from their hold, so he used his knees for leverage as he pulled his hips back, then rocked gently forward, testing the waters.
Aziraphale gave a shuddering exhale. “Oh my... nnh...”
“Fuck,” Crowley sighed as that smooth channel tightened around him. “How are you? Any pain?”
The angel shook his head. “Not an inkling, my dear. Keep going, please.”
Crowley continued, his hips gently billowing him against Aziraphale's, his cock sliding about halfway out before filling him again, not wanting to pull too far away from the slick heat. He rocked into him just like that, unifying their bodies over, and over, and over.
Aziraphale pulled his head back to look at Crowley. “Is it supposed to feel like this?” he asked, voice breathy.
Crowley gave a soft chuckle. “Depends what y'mean by 'this', angel. Does it feel good?”
“It's extraordinary.”
The demon beamed. “Oh ho hoooo. Throwin' around words like 'extraordinary' and I've not even nudged at your prostate yet.”
“Truly? Are you sure you haven't already?”
“When I find it, angel, we'll both know it, trust me.”
“I do. Unreservedly.”
Crowley let out a small keen and kissed the tip of his angel's nose. He carried on with those gentle rolls of his hips, basking in the angel's affection until his need for more won out. Sliding his left arm out from under Aziraphale, he grasped the angel's leg and pulled it up so his foot rested on the small of the demon's back. His hand smoothed its way back over that thigh, past the curve of the hip, and then down to cup the globe of the angel's bottom. Spreading his own thighs a tinge wider, he anchored himself, took his aim, and gave a firm thrust, hoping to find...
“Ahhh!”
...There it was.
“C-Crowley!” Aziraphale stammered, astonished. “Again, do that again!”
“Right here, angel?” Crowley asked, like he didn't already know, and thrust again.
“Fuck!”
The angel gasped, surprised at his own utterance, while a most pleased grin spread over the demon's face.
“Vavoom, right there then.”
“Now see here, you wipe that devious smile right off!”
“Nahhh, don't think so.”
Aziraphale couldn't contain a laugh. “You utter rascal.”
“Mm-hmm,” Crowley hummed against Aziraphale's lips. “Rascally demon, me.”
The angel giggled into the kiss and lowered one hand to cup Crowley's arse in return, earning a moan. “Do keep going, dear boy.”
Crowley started thrusting, not too hard and purposely not too precise, hitting Aziraphale's prostate every few drives forward. He didn't want to overwhelm the angel or see this done with too quickly. And Aziraphale responded beautifully, the pitches of his moans creating arpeggios depending on the accuracy of Crowley's thrusts, and what a tune that was. Who needed a whole choir of angels when one could sing all the parts?
Aziraphale opened his eyes (he'd closed them in a daze of pleasure when that sweetest spot began receiving such marvelous treatment) and focused in on his partner. Crowley was the most open he'd ever seen him; yellow eyes darted from parts of the angel's face to his body and back, mouth dropped open as he panted softly, the muscles of his thighs working as he plunged into Aziraphale.
His dearest had been so giving; giving him time, giving him patience, giving him toe-curling pleasure. Giving, giving, giving. But that was imbalanced. Aziraphale needed to give as well. He needed to make Crowley feel just as blissful as him.
The hand that wasn't on Crowley's arse snuck between their chests and roamed over Crowley's lithe body appreciatively. His thumb brushed over a nipple, causing Crowley's next thrust to be harder than intended.
“Liked that, dear?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Aziraphale toyed with Crowley's nipple a bit longer, but the tiny, pleased sounds he was earning weren't enough. He wanted to make Crowley cry out with desire. Pressing soft fingertips into Crowley's skin, Aziraphale's other hand skirted over from the cheek to the cleft of the demon's bottom, stopping over his entrance.
“Oh, Aziraphale...” Crowley moaned, trembling.
“Would you like me to, darling?”
“Yessss,” he hissed in response.
Miracling some oil as he'd seen Crowley do, he stretched his arm so he could get his hand where it needed to be. It took a bit of finagling, but he managed to press a thick finger into the demon's opening.
“This okay?”
“It's great, angel.”
Great was a fine adjective, but not one of the ones he was striving for. He did some careful searching, taking note of where Crowley was hitting his own prostate and attempting to locate it based on that. He was sure he nearly had it... just a bit further in, maybe crook that finger, and...
“Stars above!” Crowley's entire body gave a jolt as Aziraphale found the right spot.
“Is that better, dear?”
The demon's eyes rolled back as the angel rubbed over it again. “Perfect, it's perfect.” And that was more like it.
Crowley's thrusts picked up speed after that, the demon driving in harder, still watching Aziraphale for any signs of it being too much. But the angel was enjoying every bit of it, so he honed in on his prostate, striking it dead on with every thrust. Moans flowed freely from the angel's agape mouth, and he returned the gesture in kind, pressing firm against that spot within his dearest. Crowley was panting hard now, broken breaths hitching before small keens came from his pretty mouth. He reached up with the arm he wasn't still balancing on to grip the top of the headboard, overcome with the thrill of making love to his angel.
Aziraphale's body began tensing, an intense heat radiating from his core and spreading to the top of his head and the tips of his toes. “Crowley, I'm about to...”
“Yeah? Me too, angel, oh fuck...”
The angel moved his free hand to Crowley's cheek, thumbing it softly. “Kiss, I need you to kiss me.” Crowley obliged, of course, kissing him until the pleasure became too much and all they could do was pant into each other's open mouths.
The rush of pleasure in Aziraphale's body crested and he began to shake apart. “Crow...” was all he could manage to say of the demon's name before a sonorous cry tore from his throat and his head tipped back, hair pressing into the pillow. The leg he had around Crowley tightened, heel digging into his back. His cock spurted a heavy stream, the orgasm brought on by Crowley's cock hitting his prostate and the stimulation his cock was receiving from being trapped between their stomachs.
Aziraphale's finger dragged firmly over Crowley's prostate as he was coming and that was what pushed the demon over the precipice. “Aziraphale!” Crowley screamed, head thrown back, hips thrusting forward hard. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, making him come so hard that a crack formed in the headboard under his grip. His essence spilled generously into the angel, filling him to the brim.
Hips gradually slowed as they worked through their orgasms, puffs of air turned into quiet breaths, and trembling limbs stilled and rested. Crowley pulled out, miracled their mess and the crack in the headboard away, and slid off of Aziraphale's body so only one arm and leg were draped over him. His hand traced up and down the angel's chest and soft stomach. Aziraphale turned to face him and the couple shared a quiet moment, holding each other and giving delicate, slow kisses.
“Fuck,” Crowley eventually said, closing his eyes and resting his head on the pillow. Might need to sleep off a decade after that.”
“You wouldn't dare,” Aziraphale responded, chuckling. “Come on now, open those pretty eyes.”
Crowley obeyed but rolled those bright irises. “My eyes are pretty? Bah.”
“They are, Crowley. So bright and brilliant. I love the color.”
“Really,” he said incredulously.
“You don't believe me? Why else do you think that's the color I chose when I got to drive the Bentley?”
Crowley blinked in surprise. “Ngk,” he choked as his heart thumped in his chest. “Damn angel, warn a demon before you say things like that.”
“You want me to warn you before I compliment you?”
“A heads up would be nice, yeah.”
“Fine, I suppose I can acquiesce to that request.”
“Lovely.” He raised his hand to stroke through the angel's hair. “You were wonderful, Aziraphale.”
The angel's smile grew. “So were you, darling. I'm glad we're an us.”
“Me too.” Crowley kissed his forehead and rolled onto his back. “Didn't have to set my revenge plan into motion.” He couldn't hide his smirk as Aziraphale's jaw dropped.
“Well, I never.”
“Only teasing.”
Aziraphale turned to him and propped up his head on his hand. “Well, now I'm curious. How would you get revenge on me?”
“Ooh, lemme think,” Crowley answered, tapping a finger to his lips. “Well, I think I would tell poor Maggie that you'd lost your love for the scratchiness of vinyl and had decided to convert your entire collection into compact discs.”
Aziraphale gasped. “You fiend!”
“Or maybe 8-track tapes. Whichever one she'd have found more devastating.”
“Oh, the compact discs, surely.”
“Thought so.” He chuckled and rolled to face Aziraphale again. “Really, I'm glad it worked out like this. I'm happy, angel.”
“And I am as well, my dear boy. Now brace yourself because I'm going to compliment you again."
“Eugh.” Crowley crinkled his nose.
“You're so precious to me. You're so patient, and warm, and kind.”
The demon growled, causing Aziraphale's cock to twitch. “Not kind. Not any of those, but especially not kind.”
Pressing on, Aziraphale told him, “Crowley you are kind. So kind, so beautiful... so nice.”
“Grrrrr... M'not nice!”
Aziraphale let a moan slip as the growl roused his interest again, and this time Crowley took notice.
“So that's something that does it for you, eh?”
He nodded and pulled Crowley close. “I want you again, dear demon.”
“Oh, angel. You have me.”
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
Maggie entered the coffee shop after getting some rest and closing her record store for the night. “Evening, Nina. How was your day?”
Nina was standing with her hands spread, palms flat on the counter. She gestured with her head toward the white-suited angel sitting at a corner table.
Maggie stepped behind the counter and stood next to Nina. “What's Muriel doing here?”
“Apart from trying literally everything on the menu? Reading.”
“What? They tried everything on the menu?”
“Mr. Crowley told them to.”
“He told them to come here and do that? And they actually did it?
“Right. And amazingly yes. He also told them to read all the books they've got there. Plus he said not to return to the bookshop until he came to get them.”
“That's... strange. Did you tell them you have to close up shop?”
“Yeah, tried that... Muriel insisted on following orders.” Nina threw her hands in the air. “I can't close up with them here, and I can't just send them off. I'm not sure if they have somewhere else to go."
Maggie raised her finger. “I'll run and have a chat with Mr. Fell, he'll get this sorted.”
“Thanks, angel.”
Maggie scurried over to the bookshop, only to find the door locked. “Mr. Fell?” she tried as she knocked on the door. “Mr. Crowley?” No answer came. At that moment, a sound from above caught her attention, and she moved to peer up at the open second-story window.
“Grrrr. Yes, Aziraphale, fuck me!”
“Crowley! Ahh!”
Maggie gasped and sprinted back to the coffee shop. She burst through the door, swinging it open so fast it startled Nina.
“Maggie? What's happened?” Nina asked, concerned. “Your face is positively palid!”
“Um... Mr. Fell and Mr. Crowley are quite... busy.”
Nina crossed her arms. “I don't care how busy they are, they can't just–“
“No, I mean they're...” Maggie glanced at Muriel, who was still quietly reading, before turning back to Nina, “...copulating.”
“They're wha– oh.” Nina's eyes went wide. “Guess that chat was all they needed. Wait, Maggie, you saw them?”
“No, I overheard them. They left a window open upstairs. I suppose that's why they sent Muriel away.”
Nina pursed her lips. “Ohhhh, he owes me. No more six espresso concoctions for that man.”
Maggie thought of something quickly, wanting to help out Nina. “Muriel, how would you like to come to my record store? I've lots of we can listen to if you'd like.”
Muriel looked up from their book. “Oh, that sounds interesting! Yes! Jolly good!”
Nina leaned near Maggie's ear. “Are you sure?”
“'Course, I got some sleep earlier. Go home and rest.”
“Thanks, Maggie, you're an angel.”
~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~
Dawn's sun had crept up, the gilded light shining through the window accompanied by a clear, cerulean sky. A bright ray beamed directly at Crowley's face while he left kisses and small nips to Aziraphale's chest.
“Aagh,” he grunted as he squinted, most offended by the disruption to their intimacy. “Pull the curtains, angel.”
Aziraphale chuckled as he miracled the drapes shut. “You could've done it yourself, you know.”
“Nope, too busy,” he replied as he lowered his mouth back to the angel's chest. “Taking the time to appreciate one of the universe's most heavenly bodies.”
“I rather say you've appreciated it quite well over the last, er... 17 hours or so.”
Crowley lifted his head again, his tongue licking a stripe up the angel's sternum on its way. “Ahh, leaves me with only, what... fifty-two million, five-hundred thousand some odd hours to make up for then?”
“Well, by all means, do continue!” Aziraphale propped his head up on one arm and wiggled his eyebrows.
The demon chuckled before his expression turned serious, nervous. “Angel, I need to say something. Really, really need to say something.”
Aziraphale's eyes widened a little. “Oh, of course, my dear boy.” He propped himself up a bit against one of the pillows. “Go ahead.”
“M'not gonna be interrupted this time, am I?” Crowley asked, fingertips dancing over one of Aziraphale's pecs, causing him to giggle at the slight tickle.
The angel waved a finger, willing the curtain to open, and made a show of looking for the sun. “Seems we have a couple of hours before the Ritz opens so you've got that long,” he teased.
“Oh hooo, you'll regret that,” Crowley threatened with a mischievous grin as he pinched the nipple his fingers were dancing over.
“Ahh! I yield, I yield!”
“Barely tweaked it.”
“Yes, but it's sensitive. You've been sucking all night on them like they were some... some wine-infused lollies or something.”
“Y'weren't complaining befoooore,” Crowley needled.
“You're right, I most certainly wasn't.” Aziraphale sighed and took Crowley's hands. “I'm terribly sorry I didn't let you speak before. I promise you have my full attention now. I'm listening from here,” Aziraphale took Crowley's left hand and placed it on the side of his head, “and from here.” He placed the demon's right hand over his heart.
Crowley gave him a fond smile. “As I was trying to say before... see, I wanted to say that I wish to spend... mmmm.” He found himself choking up in the same place and shook his head. “M'sorry. Maybe if I'd managed to say what I felt sooner, I–”
Aziraphale shook his head. “Don't apologize. What happened earlier was entirely my fault.” He placed his hand on top of the hand that was over his heart. “No need to hurry, I'm right here. Take all the time you need.”
Crowley gave him an appreciative smile and took a moment to collect his thoughts. “I don't want to be away from you, Aziraphale. Not... ever. I want to live with you. We could get a nice cottage south of here, be all by ourselves. Or we can live here in your shop. I truly don't care where we go, as long as we can be together.”
Aziraphale nodded. “Yes, Crowley. Yes. Anywhere.”
“And I... ngk,” Crowley choked again. He silently damned himself for being such a coward. Aziraphale was so patient too, and was there for him, stroking up and down his arm in gentle encouragement and comfort. Still, he couldn't bring himself to say the words. So he settled for, “I can't fathom what I'd do without you. I'm ever so grateful you stayed.”
Tears fell from the angel's eyes and he tugged the demon up his body so he could kiss him. “Oh, my dear boy.” Two more tears fell and Crowley thumbed them away.
“Why the tears, angel?”
Aziraphale sniffled. “Because I'm so full of mirth I can't contain it,” he answered smiling so brightly Crowley thought he might go blind at the sight of it. “And it's been building up all these years, I think. Now I know why. It's because I'm terrifically in love with you, Crowley.”
It took the demon several seconds to fully process what he had just heard, his eyes widening, brows knitting, kiss-worn mouth falling open. He began shaking and clung to the angel desperately. “Say that again.”
“I love you.”
He took Aziraphale's face in his hands and planted a long, soft kiss on his forehead, grateful tears decorating the angel's hair like dewdrops. “Again. Tell me again.”
“I love you, Crowley. With everything I am.”
Crowley emitted a single sob before crashing his mouth against Aziraphale's, effectively blocking the further sobs threatening to rise up from deep within his chest. He didn't pull back until he felt his urge to break apart was quelled.
“I suppose that makes us quite the ineffable pair. Because I love you too, Aziraphale. To the stars and back.”
Aziraphale hugged him tight and nuzzled their noses together. “I thought you despised that word.”
“Well, s'pose I should get used to it, yeah? After all, you're going to be annoying me with it for a very long time.”
“Oh, I'll make sure to pronounce the capital letter every time for that.”
Crowley laughed, a sound that Aziraphale realized was his very favorite in the world. They kissed for a while longer until the angel nudged the demon off him gently.
“We never did have that tea. Care for some?"
“Sure.”
Aziraphale stood, materialized his clothes back onto himself, and slipped out the door. Crowley rolled onto his back, closing his eyes and allowing himself to sink into the cozy mattress.
“A most dreadful occurrence is upon us, it seems.” Aziraphale's statement stirred Crowley from his daze.
“Whassat?”
“I'm out of tea.”
“Out of tea, angel? That's not like you.”
“I know, I usually keep such careful track of it. I simply must pop over to the market and get some before I can do anything else.”
Crowley chuckled. “Alright, angel,” he said, settling back into the bed.
Aziraphale turned to leave but stopped himself after the first step. He spun back around and stood in the doorway. “Crowley, dear?”
“Yes, love?”
“Will you come with me?”
Crowley smiled at his angel and snapped his fingers, appearing at once at Aziraphale's side, dressed and ready. He wove their fingers together.
“Always.”