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The day was warming up. Spring was approaching, yet the March sun was not enough to make that particular Friday a hot day. Rome woke up slowly, blinking its collective eyes to the clear skies. The smell of oncoming blooms and delicious meals in the making filled the chilly air, promising a most successful Bacchanalia.
Vendors moved their goods all through the city, herding their donkeys and cows to the place where the festival would take place. Big chariots full of wine jugs followed the sea of people beginning to gather by the lucus. Some women brought around freshly baked bread and spices, while others prepared themselves to be a channel of divination.
The table set, people began to arrive. Women and men alike came to celebrate the gods of wine, freedom, and ecstasy. They danced, sacrificed a lamb, and fed beverages and foods to the ground. Naked, running through the streets with olive branches, they asked for prosperity and mirth to come to those they touched with nature’s gift.
The day went by, and one after another everyone left the lucus. As the sun set, only a handful of connoisseurs stuck around, moving the feast to the back room of Dyonisius, the most popular wine establishment owned by Celsus, a sturdy man of forty years who held an impeccable public image by day while running one of the filthiest of establishments by night. His home was filled with music coming from lires and lituus. The smell of a banquet followed everyone inside as they met the table covered in more riches than they had tasted throughout the day.
Women and men alike walked through the space in various degrees of disrobing as jugs, cups, and dishes passed around them merrily. There were a few lounging chairs and sofas where people gathered to discuss things or to entice others with the riches they had at hand.
Celsus watched everything from a corner, making sure no guest was left thirsty or unfed, and that the liaisons that were bound to happen developed in an enthusiastic and consensual manner. His wife found him repeatedly through the night to share passionate kisses and kind words. Only once did he leave his corner, finding himself behind a pillar with her mouth wrapped around his hardness while another lover kissed him to madness with his own prick pressed to Celsus’ thigh.
The event would be remembered as a success by every party involved, and not a small share of it would be due to the angel and the demon that made sure nothing was lacking.
Under an awning, on a small armchair, an angel savoured a red grape. Its sweet tang filled his mouth, juices pooling on the side of his lips. A man of soft brown eyes watched as he swallowed and pressed uncertain kisses to them, tasting the juice mixed with heavenly spit. Aziraphale, as was the angel’s name, smiled and hummed.
“Such an eager boy,” he cooed. “Feed me another one, please, Lucius.”
The man took a deep breath and dangled the bunch of ripe grapes over Aziraphale’s head. The angel craned his pale neck and took another one of the round juicy pearls between his teeth, aided by the tip of his clever tongue to guide it into his mouth. He pulled from it, disengaging it from the rest, while his blue eyes firmly pinned Lucius’ down. The man’s mouth fell open, and fire seemed to pour from his irises at the sight of the blushing yet commanding angel before him.
To their side, a woman watched the scene, her hands stroking up and down Aziraphale’s neck. She remained seated on the chair’s arm, her tender hips pressing to the side of his chest. Swallowing the fruit, he looked up at her, revelling in the way she flushed upon seeing him. He buried his face underneath one breast and heard her gasp as her long nails dug to his flesh. He mouthed at the soft clothed bosom, running his nose up and taking in the scent of her. There were hints of jasmine and marigold behind the soft cream scent and her delicious sweat.
“My dear Livia, you are divine.”
“You should not compare me to a being created by our gods, sir, lest they cast us all out for your unruliness,” she purred with an amicable grin. One of her hands found the tips of his white blond curls, threading through the way she knew he enjoyed. “Please, Aziraphale,” she begged as he softly bit a perked nipple through layers of clothing.
He smiled and pressed a hard tongue against it once more. “Now, my darling, patience.”
The sigh that left her nose was broken and warm as he took in the smell of the underside of her breast one last time before retreating.
It was a game of theirs. A ritual of sorts that had been transpiring for years now. She knew by now, as did Lucius, a number of things. They knew that Aziraphale enjoyed taking his time, savouring the ways he could drive them all to begging and rutting for release, revelling in the way their bodies responded to each minute movement he performed. They knew he was interested in being fed, and in watching them react to his feasting. They also knew they would both be rewarded for their patience, reaching pleasures they wouldn’t forget, until the next Bacchanalia approached them teasing for more.
Livia offered him more wine. Aziraphale drank with a glint to his eyes that made her appreciate the bastard he truly was.
Slowly, as the night progressed, tunics around the room fell to reveal hips, then dropped to the floor altogether. The air in Dyonisius was heated, and the sounds of pleasure became abundant. People had stopped arriving, but now mingled about with perfect strangers or imperfect acquaintances alike. Aziraphale took it all in as the two people that accompanied him traced promises of pleasure on his skin with lips, fingertips, tongue. His hands remained stilled as he looked around the room.
After a while, he asked Livia to bring him more wine, and as she slowly rose to her feet, she revealed the wet spot of her arousal that had been hidden underneath her body. The three of them stared at the stain on the armchair.
Aziraphale tutted. “Oh, dear. We don’t want our host to be mad, now, do we?” Aziraphale asked, locking eyes with her first, and then Lucius, gesturing for him to take care of the wooden surface. The man knelt before the two of them and took his tongue to the glistening juices. “Good job, Lucius.” Lucius sighed and closed his eyes in content, lapping up the essence of Livia as she looked in awe. She ran her hands down Lucius’ shoulders and left to gather more wine for the three of them. Aziraphale spread his legs at the sight of her retreating figure. “You’re both such good guests,” he purred, the tent under his tunic rising as Lucius locked eyes with him, still licking her scent on the wood. Aziraphale pulled Lucius up on his knees and kissed him. The taste of Livia lingered on his tongue.
She brought back a new jug of wine and refilled their cups. They drank from them, a pause amidst the unspoken activities they had shared until then. Aziraphale commanded Lucius to undress his torso, and he was considering taking himself in hand when a familiar tingle tugged at his senses. He quickly looked around for the source of it.
“Aziraphale?” Crowley’s voice uttered, and oh, there it was, the sensation that had announced his beloved’s presence just a second ago growing as the demon approached him. “Is that you?”
“Crowley.” His name was a sonnet on Aziraphale’s lips.
The demon looked at him, confused. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, enjoying the festivities, of course.”
It was not lost on Aziraphale how Crowley’s brow furrowed slightly before serpentine eyes travelled down to his hardening cock and snapped back up. “Oh,” he said. “I did not know you went for a spot of this...”
Aziraphale made a point to not chuckle, sipping from his wine. He put one hand on Livia’s thigh in response. “From time to time.”
Crowley followed his every move. “That’s not very heavenly of you, is it, Angel?”
“You forget, my dear, this is neither Heaven nor Hell.” He looked to the left, taking in the sight of Lucius’ arousal and wetting his lips. When he turned back to Crowley, he locked his eyes with his. “And if She created these corporations for enjoyment, I can scarcely see what’s wrong in using them as intended from time to time.”
He turned back to Lucius, caressing a brown curl out of his forehead. He could see out of the corner of his eye as Crowley considered these words. With the demon distracted, Aziraphale could relish in Crowley’s delicious look. Soft shoes covered his feet and a long red robe wrapped around his lean body, hanging from well-formed shoulders. His hair was long and full of curls that would make Medusa green with envy. He looked entirely too delectable, and Aziraphale longed to taste his name on Crowley’s tongue, feel his arousal between his legs, swallow down his moans as he bit his sun-kissed skin.
He held up his hand, and it took a moment for Crowley to register it.
“Come, my dear, come join us. We’re having the most delightful time.”
Crowley took a step forward, watching intently as Aziraphale commanded Livia to drop her tunic. Her breasts were uncovered, and Lucius’ fingers found the soft skin of her stomach.
“Oh, dear me. I should introduce you, shouldn’t I?” Aziraphale stated. “Crowley, these are my friends, Lucius and Livia.”
They each nodded in turn and exchanged pleasantries with the demon.
“Charmed,” Crowley purred in turn, shifting his stance before the angel and feigning for all his words that he was not as aroused as the mount in his tunic betrayed him to be.
“Lucius, Livia, if you would be so kind as to bring my friend a cup for himself and some food, please,” Aziraphale asked. Immediately, Lucius got up to his feet, eager to please. Livia dropped her tunic to the ground and stepped out, holding Lucius’ offered hand for support. They stalked off together, making their way to the table that held the food and drinks for the night.
“Angel, what the Heaven is going on?” Crowley growled the minute the humans were out of earshot.
“I’m enjoying myself, Crowley!”
“With humans?” the demon asked, taking in the way Lucius’ tunic dangled from his hips and exposed an ample back. Aziraphale was torn between reading his tone as curious or disgusted.
“Why not?”
Crowley scrunched his face. “You’re not creating nephilim, now, are you? I know there’s a war coming, but half angelic children are really not on.”
“No nephilim.” Aziraphale rolled his eyes. “Why is it so difficult to accept that I enjoy this?”
A moment passed where Aziraphale could see the doubts in Crowley’s eyes, the way they roamed over Aziraphale’s body from head to toe and back up as if looking for a hint of what clues he had missed in the millenia they had known each other.
“Well, you never said.” Crowley’s tone dropped as he looked into Aziraphale’s eyes. “And I thought, you know, you weren’t interested. This is new.”
There was something behind his words that made Aziraphale wonder. What lay beyond the surety, what thunder hid in the storm in his serpentine eyes? What was it that Crowley really wanted to say?
Aziraphale got up, making sure to move slowly towards the demon. “You never asked, either.”
Crowley’s smile was rueful, hardening into an armor. No cracks were left behind to look through at the soft underbelly that lay on the other side. It pulled Aziraphale’s heartstrings as Crowley let out a low chuckle and said, “Never thought I’d get to.”
Aziraphale wanted nothing more but to breach the distance with a kiss, to grab Crowley’s cheeks and neck and pull him as close as was physically impossible, or even closer while every law of physics resisted. Made of the same stock, if they could dance on the head of a pin, they could also mingle their entire beings together before anyone was the wiser for it. Instead, Aziraphale stopped before him and held his hands together with a soft smile.
“Ask me now.”
Crowley let out a noise consisting of many consonants tied together before finding his footing. “Angel,” he started.
Aziraphale couldn’t help his bastardly smile. “Yes?”
“Do you enjoy sex?” Crowley’s voice was breathy as he asked.
Aziraphale turned around to watch where Lucius and Livia stood by a table, both now stark naked and chatting enthusiastically. “I rather do,” he replied in earnest. “There’s something about the companionship, the flood of sensations, the musicality of it all, is there not?” Crowley nodded. “And to find yourself in the arms of a lover, connected, pressed together... It’s as intoxicating as the best of wines.”
Crowley made a noise of agreement. Aziraphale waited, until the demon asked at last, “And would you enjoy having sex... with me?”
Aziraphale smiled. “If you’re amenable,” he replied. The only response he got was an earnest smile and demonic shoulders finally relaxing after who knew how long.
As they talked, Livia and Lucius returned, wine and food in hand. They offered it to Crowley, who took the cup and the plate and thanked them for their effort. He took a long drag of the drink and gave it to Aziraphale before using his now-free hand to bring some of the proffered ox and date sauce to his mouth. He tasted it and moaned around the mouthful, moving afterwards to a tomato that was dripping with olive oil and making even more sounds of enjoyment as the flavours filled his senses. Aziraphale’s breath was trapped in his chest, but he beamed, hiding it by drinking from the cup.
Crowley ate the food, and Aziraphale stared hungrily at the way his mouth enclosed the meat and the vegetables. He watched his lips glisten with the oil and the wine, and licked his own without thinking. Crowley sucked on the tips of his fingers, one by one, tongue dancing over and between them, around the edge of a nail, and Aziraphale’s pulse left all sense of rhythm behind. Crowley smirked, offered a slice of tomato for Aziraphale to taste, and the angel bent his head and took it into his mouth. He hummed around Crowley’s fingers, nipped a tip gently before pulling away.
“Fiend,” he said, taking another drink of wine. Crowley finished eating and put the dish down on a small table that stood by the armchair.
Lucius and Livia, who had been watching intently at their silent exchange, returned their hands to Aziraphale’s body. His expression had darkened to one full of want, and it deepened at the touches. He cupped Livia’s cheek and brought her in for a kiss while Lucius moved closer to press his body to theirs. The man looked at Crowley through his eyelashes and offered a hand. The moment Crowley took it, he was pulled into the group and kissed thoroughly by Lucius first, while Livia bit on his exposed freckled shoulder.
“Oh, my dear,” Aziraphale gasped before pulling him down by the back of his neck to meet his mouth with his lips. At last, he didn’t say, but tasted it on Crowley’s tongue too all the same.
Their kiss was hard, the moving of their lips full of tentativeness and exploration yet powered by age-old craving. Aziraphale’s tongue sought entrance and Crowley granted it greedily, a low rumble resounding in the back of his throat. Hands were on him — Aziraphale’s, but also the humans’. Livia had grabbed a handful of his arse and pushed him closer, and Aziraphale could feel Crowley’s slowly hardening cock against him. He turned his hips to press himself against Crowley’s thigh, and it earned him an appreciative hum from the demon.
Where Livia’s face was soft and supple, Crowley’s light shadow of a beard was rough, if well oiled. He smelled of lavender and musk, and Aziraphale wanted nothing more than to rub his entire face against it. He realised then that he could, and so, like a man in the desert parched for water, he dove right in to the sensation that could calm his thirst. It stung on his face, scratching an itch he hadn’t known he had before. Because this was it, wasn’t it? This was Crowley, his Crowley, standing right before him to devour and to bask in the light of his amber eyes.
Aziraphale hummed into their kiss, inviting Crowley’s delicious tongue to enter his mouth and explore it, tilting his head to the side to allow for more of him. He pulled him even closer by the neck and Crowley let out a breath through his nose before moving faster, with more urgency.
Crowley fisted his hands in Aziraphale’s robe and yanked to take it off of him. Aziraphale pulled away and craned his neck back, which Crowley then proceeded to worship and kiss and suck on. “Oh, Crowley, my dear...”
Livia stroked Aziraphale’s chest hair as Lucius ran his hands down Crowley’s back to disrobe the top of his body as well. The demon allowed for it, clothes hanging from his hips, not seeming to notice while Aziraphale made the most indecent noises.
“Juno help me,” Livia murmured, and Aziraphale opened his eyes and turned his head to face her, his fingers hiding between red locks of demonic hair. He watched her chest heave, her breasts move up and down with hardened nipples, her stance adjusting as her sex demanded being seen to.
He smiled kindly. “My dear, why don’t you take a seat? You seem a bit unwell,” he offered, pointing to the chair he had occupied before. “I believe Lucius can assist you, if you’re amenable.”
He could see the way those words set her alight. Slowly, moving her hips as though they were waves on the surface of a river, she made her way to it. She sat and crossed her legs, her stance much like a commander of the masses, a ruler of hearts, and Lucius’ jaw went slack as he approached her. He kneeled before her, rubbed a young face on her soft thighs, and she fisted his hair with a warm smirk. He gasped, pressed his lips and teeth on her skin and dropped a soft peck there, hands running up and down her body.
They locked eyes, just as Lucius’ hand cupped and gently squeezed her breast. She moaned as his dextrous fingers pinched her keen nipple.
Aziraphale and Crowley were looking at them as her legs untangled and her thighs spread for Lucius to worship her to the core. He licked a long stripe up to her mound, which he kissed and rubbed with his nose as he moved. He sucked on the wet pearl of her clitoris, and she gasped. Noises of approval came from him as he ate her out.
She pushed his face deeper into her, lifting her legs to hang from the chair’s arm rests, just as he snaked his hand between her legs and used his fingers to move in and out of her.
Aziraphale’s hand had been resting on Crowley’s back, and as he watched the other pair it moved down, stroking silky soft skin with seeking fingers. He felt the earthquake that was Crowley’s repressed shiver and looked up to meet his eyes.
“My dear heart,” he said, each word calculated in its meaning, filling the air between them with just enough spare room to grow. He moved closer to the demon’s hardness that still pressed against his thigh, seeking attention. “Let me take care of you.”
“Aziraphale,” Crowley pleaded, and turned to move closer still.
Aziraphale hushed him. “It’s alright, darling. Allow me to assist you.”
Crowley was kissed thoroughly; Aziraphale made a point of undoing him, of pulling down layers and layers of barriers that had stood between them for so long, of tearing apart the unnecessary armour, of kissing on his neck the words that remained unsaid, of biting and sucking out the poison of the breach that separated them.
He undressed him fully, the final layer coming down at last, and paused to take a look down his gorgeous body. Crowley was all angles, harsh dips and hollows wherever Aziraphale looked, begging to be kissed with love and licked with a fiery tongue.
When Aziraphale’s hand found Crowley’s hard cock, the demon’s moan was swallowed in a deep kiss. “Crowley,” he gasped between exploring lips, and watched yellow eyes part for him. “You’re so beautiful. May I?”
A nod sealed the deal, and Aziraphale stroked him slowly, pressure low and soft as Crowley held onto his biceps and panted, resting his forehead against Aziraphale’s, who let out a broken sigh and tilted his head slightly to watch the armchair. A few feet away, Livia’s eyes remained schooled on them, and the scene between angel and demon added to her shivers. Aziraphale found her eyes and looked into them as Lucius made a point of sucking her harder. He nodded, an encouragement for her to let loose, or maybe an order. When she came, it was a dam breaking. Lucius drank every drop and licked his fingers clean before moving up to kiss her thoroughly.
“Now, Lucius, darling, careful.” Aziraphale’s voice was commanding. He could see the raggedy edges of Lucius’ movements, the keen strokes, the muscular hands wanting to grab and fuck. The man stilled, softened his movements even as a pearl of cum leaked from his cock. “Good. Now, back on your knees dear. I want you to face us now. Right there, yes, between her legs is a perfect spot.”
Livia’s hands found Lucius’ hair again as he obeyed, laying slightly back. On display, his reddened cock demanded attention. Livia remained spread wide for them to watch, all soft shimmer and desire.
Aziraphale licked his lips and circled around Crowley. “Match my movements, Lucius, now, if you please.”
He pressed his body flush against the demon’s back and as he slowly pumped Crowley’s cock with one hand, he used the other to caress his stomach, to leave trails up his ribs, to rub and pinch an erect nipple. Lucius did as commanded, while Livia’s hands squeezed her own breasts at the sight, adjusting her stance for more comfort.
Crowley moved back and Aziraphale held him still. “My dear, please. No moving.”
“Aziraphale.” His name was a sigh of frustration, of desire. Aziraphale smiled as the demon growled. “Please—”
“Not yet, Crowley.” He was firm, fingers digging into his pectoral, and Crowley obeyed.
Crowley’s breath hitched as Lucius imitated the roaming hands on his body, as Livia rolled her hips, as Aziraphale blessed his skin with caresses. The angel pressed his hard cock between Crowley’s buttocks and thrust his hips gently. He was shivering with the force of not moving, and Aziraphale’s heart fluttered in excitement.
“You’re so good for me, Crowley,” he breathed into Crowley’s ear. “Such a good boy.”
The demon laughed at that. “‘M not,” he responded just as Aziraphale bit his shoulder.
“Do you really want to get into technicalities right now?” Aziraphale asked, a chuckle trapped in his throat. The demon shook his head. “Good. Spread your legs a little for me, please.”
The demon did as asked and Aziraphale slid his cock between them, to be pressed between his thighs. The friction was delicious of itself, but Aziraphale had to take a moment to savour the way Crowley obeyed, no questions asked, as he teased him, leaving him unfulfilled.
He was breathless as he started to instruct him. “Now, hold still my dear. I’m not going to fuck you yet. You’ll keep me between your thighs, yes? You’ll stay unmoving like the little submissive slut you are, and you’ll let me have my way with you.”
Crowley moaned. “Fuck— Have you always been this filthy?”
Aziraphale chuckled. “I believe good communication during intimate moments goes a long way.” He nodded at the rest of the room, signalling the other people sharing their pleasures. “Anyone here might attest to that.”
Around them, gasps and moans and enthusiastic yelps resounded while food and wine filled the table by the wall to replenish the lovers’ fuel. Lucius’ head rested against the chair, and Livia kept looking at him while he stroked himself maddeningly slow in tune with Aziraphale’s hand on Crowley’s cock.
“I think Lucius has had enough of this madness, don’t you? We could show him some kindness, end his suffering now... Perhaps I’ll have Livia sit on his big, fat, bursting cock and ride him to oblivion. What do you think, my dear?”
As the image formed in the air between his mouth and Crowley’s ear, Aziraphale’s cock pulsed enthusiastically between Crowley’s thighs. Crowley squeezed him gently. The scene before them changed as Aziraphale directed it. Now, Lucius was on the chair, mewling with need as Livia was told to hover over him.
“Not yet, not yet,” the angel kept repeating. “Softly now,” he reminded them. Aziraphale didn’t move — not his hips, not his hand — as Lucius’ cock was positioned against Livia’s entrance. The man’s body trembled with the effort of holding still while Livia floated her soft core above him. “Hold now, sweet thing. You’re almost there,” he cooed softly, and allowed only for the softest breach of Lucius’ tip into Livia. She moaned, full and empty all at once.
By Aziraphale’s command, it took the pair what felt like an eternity to finally be melded together, Livia finally sitting flush on Lucius’ lap with ragged breaths. The air felt humid and charged around the four of them.
“Stay still now, you two,” Aziraphale ordered, and the two humans shared deep breaths that sounded awfully close to pleas. He held them all there, the only movement between their bodies being his thumb running across Crowley’s tip.
The demon was shivering in despair. “Please,” he begged.
“Not yet.” The angel’s hands were firm still, but he began to buck his hips, to fuck his warmed cock on Crowley’s thighs, to move it in and out between them, soft, slow, dripping the juices that begin to leak from his tip down the cave of Crowley’s body. The demon threw his head back in frustration.
Aziraphale ordered Livia to begin to move then, and she did, first side to side, then front to back. She found a rhythm that matched Aziraphale’s maddeningly slow thrusts and moved with them, but it didn’t last long. Aziraphale finally allowed for a bit more of free reign, and Livia fucked herself open deeply on Lucius’ cock. The woman was already oversensitive, and when she came it was fast and with a scream, her whole body convulsing around her orgasm. She squeezed Lucius, who cursed.
“I’m close, can I—” Lucius begged, his trembling body wanting to follow his lover.
“Do not.” Aziraphale’s voice was hard, and Lucius had to push Livia away to keep from coming. “Good,” he complimented, and Lucius’ chest glistened with sweat at the effort, the self restraint visible all over him. Crowley sobbed at the sight, and Aziraphale smirked. He could feel his own sweat dripping down his forehead, down his back, down his chest where it met Crowley’s body. The mixture of them was divine. “Now, come here.”
Lucius did as commanded, and Aziraphale pulled away from Crowley. He could feel his own orgasm stalled from taking over with the distance he set between them. He took a deep breath, mourning the loss of Crowley’s warmth on him.
When he took a step to the side, he saw Crowley’s cock, hard as a rock, standing proud and about to burst with the effort of holding still. He craved to take him into his mouth, to choke on him, to ride him to oblivion, but he refrained. For now.
“Lucius, if you’d be so kind, would you kiss Crowley please?” Aziraphale asked gently. “I rather enjoyed the view before.” Lucius all but ran to the demon, devouring his mouth with strength.
Crowley’s lips moved with the expertise of a poet, bringing out soft whimpers from Lucius, fingers digging on the back of his neck to bring him closer. And then, he thrusted his hard cock against Lucius’ thigh, and Lucius responded in kind, and Aziraphale had to stop them, yanking the red locks back to separate them.
“I said, not yet,” Aziraphale growled.
Crowley’s eyes were filling with tears. “Please.”
Lucius gasped before them, hand twitching by his side. His cock gave an appreciative pulse, a single bead of precome making known just how much the bossing around was getting him off. Livia let out a moan at the sight.
“Livia, dear. Please come here. On your knees my love, there’s a good girl.” She had the practised ease of someone used to obeying the words of that kind-toned angel. “Now, my dove, take Lucius into your mouth, please. Oh, yes. Precisely like that.” The air around them was broken by Lucius’ moans. “Mind the teeth, deep as you can. Yes, just like that, you gorgeous thing. Now, Lucius, if you please... Oh, yes.” Lucius let out a sob of relief at last, fucking into Livia’s mouth, gaping her throat and blabbering as her spit dripped around him. It was filthy, gorgeous, and Crowley looked just about to lose his mind.
Aziraphale took stock of the scene and felt his orgasm try to overcome him again. To distract himself, he dragged Crowley by the hand to the chair, had him bend over across its seat and press his hands on the chair’s arm rests. Aziraphale traced the constellations on Crowley’s back, the place where his wings would have been in a different plane, the drips of sweat as they pooled on dents and bumps. He gently nipped at the skin, took his time, slowly made his way to Crowley’s arse, and he kneaded it, spread the cheeks apart, traced his tongue down and up and then finally, finally, breached into him. Crowley’s buttocks clenched under Aziraphale’s hands. There would be the marks of nails on his rear in the morning.
Taking his time, he devoured Crowley, pressing in and out, firm tongue fucking into him and slithering around, sucking and leaving bite marks on Crowley’s cheeks. Here and there, he looked to the side to marvel in the sight that was Lucius fucking Livia’s mouth. She gagged around him, making an effort to hold open, still, to allow herself to be used. Crowley kept moaning as she sucked Lucius’ cock like it was her lifeline.
Aziraphale was pleased. Grabbing Crowley’s forgotten plate, he coated his fingers in the remnants of olive oil while he ministered to Crowley’s pleasure. Aziraphale’s fingers breached him, two at once, and Crowley gasped.
“My dear, you take me so well. Breathe now, we’re almost there. Please,” Aziraphale begged, fingers slowly pushing into him, moving ever so slightly in, and out, and then back in. The movement was almost enough to break the two of them. They had to stop a couple of times for both their sakes. But eventually, Aziraphale pressed a third one in and moved faster, Crowley biting his own forearm as the angel had his way with him.
After what felt like a slow paced, maddening, delicious eternity, Crowley mourned the loss of those dexterous fingers. But it didn’t last long. Aziraphale’s leaking cock slid into Crowley’s slick and ready arse. He was engulfed by the need in the demon’s body, and basked in the knowledge that he had broken him so thoroughly that all the demon could do was whimper and beg for more.
Aziraphale buried himself inside, but stopped to breathe. Millenia he had wished for this moment, for this exact image to develop before him. He couldn’t help but get lost inspecting the place where their bodies joined and thinking again, At last.
He felt the trickle of sweat rolling down his back, but exerted all the self-restraint he could muster. Crowley was taking him so well, so tightly. He was pink and stretched, filled by him completely. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and Aziraphale had to remind himself to move. “Now, my dear,” he said to Crowley, “hold still. And you, Lucius — “ The man looked up and slowed his pace, even as Livia whimpered and swallowed around his tip. “Let go, darling. Whenever you’re ready."
When Aziraphale started moving, it was almost too slow, even as he pressed Crowley down by the neck, even as they heard Lucius come in Livia’s mouth, even as they both whimpered with desperate lust. Pressing Crowley’s face onto the cushions, the image was too good to resist. Aziraphale allowed himself to fuck him, thrusting in and out of Crowley with the animalistic urge of filling his mate, of spreading his seed in him. He took in the nail tracks he had left on his skin, the bite marks on Crowley’s pale body that he had put there, and fucked him with the force of a warrior, through his own orgasm and beyond it too.
Crowley was a blubbering mess. Aziraphale allowed him to follow his climax, and he obeyed, coming untouched except by the soft rubbing of the cushion under the tip of his cock.
He watched him come undone, gasping a broken exclamation of his name, and Aziraphale broke down, buried himself deep in Crowley and came once more. His second orgasm hit him with the force of a natural disaster, overcoming, all-consuming. He filled Crowley and continued to milk himself in Crowley’s tight and sensitive hole until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Gasping for air, Aziraphale collapsed on top of Crowley, pulsing still inside him. He kissed Crowley’s shoulder and neck, and the demon hummed in appreciation. A ghost of a shiver ran through him as Aziraphale bucked his hips fast once more before pulling fully out.
“Fucking heavens,” he managed.
Aziraphale chuckled. “Nothing of the sort, dear.” He took the moment to memorise the way the light from the lamps painted Crowley’s red hairs, to lock in his brain the taste of his skin, maybe even to pull him closer than ever.
“Going around like that, cursing, encouraging people into lust... Are you trying to change sides, angel?” There was a smirk in Crowley’s voice, and Aziraphale’s memory was drawn to reddened lips of its own accord.
“You’re the one going around following angelic orders. Being under my command like that... If I wanted to, I would thwart you. It’d be so easy like this...” Aziraphale ran his hands down Crowley’s back, to the place where his wings rested tucked away in a different dimension, and down again to his arse. He grabbed it, spread him open, hummed. Crowley’s breath caught in his throat. He pushed closer to Aziraphale, who pulled away and dropped his hands, finally letting go of him. He did not allow himself to dwell in how it took him everything he had to separate his corporation from the demon’s. “Up you go.”
He allowed room for Crowley to straighten himself, and watched with a racing heart as the demon turned back around. “Better come around here next year to make sure you don’t steal my job, then,” he croaked out at last.
Aziraphale smiled, a twinkle in his eye. “Yes, you’d better come again next year.”
Crowley growled in mock disgust, and Aziraphale tried his best not to grin. This was easy, known territory. It was casual, something they didn’t need boundaries or rules for. They didn’t need to discuss how pursuing more was out of the question. They did not need anything other than their wit and this known arena. It was fine, they could work that out. They hadn’t been smitten by the Lord for their carnal encounter, so they could keep it a secret, could they not?
But oh, traitorous mind. Aziraphale allowed himself to imagine a world in which he could breach the space and kiss Crowley’s lips every day, not fearing the wrath of the Almighty or Her minions.
Except, he and Crowley were Her minions too, and as such they had jobs to do. Aziraphale’s chest grew tight with longing for a new bond between them, but he knew it wasn’t something they could redefine. To do so, he would need to know his place on this green-blue planet for his side. Who was he but the Guardian of the Eastern Gate, the one sent to let the Snake of Eden pass through the barriers of The Garden for the Greater Good? When his role in that scene had ended, who was he supposed to be? An angel? He was one. A being of love? Oh, if the feeling in his chest was not it, what was? A bringer of blessings, of joy? He already did that. Was it so terrible to imagine a scenario where he could bring joy to the demon before him?
When Crowley finally laughed, it brought Aziraphale back to the present. It was a mercy, really. It wouldn’t do to get stuck on the impossible.