The angel tenses for a moment, panting as he grasps Crowley's arm, but with rather no intention to stop him. It's made all the clearer by the way his hips move, unable to decide between the demon's fingers and his cock.
"Y-oh, you do." He still manages to be fairly talkative, look at that. "Oh, Crowley..."
"I love you," he murmurs, trembling faintly from keeping control over himself. His fingers find the place where their bodies are joined, pressing in closer, shuddering with it. "Fuck, angel, I love you..."
"I l-ah-love you." He stutters out, clearly beginning to lose himself to pleasure. He feels it starting to grip at him, in his stomach, but he holds it back, for now, for now.
"Anything," he repeats, and picks up his pace accordingly, increasing the force of his thrusts as well. "Ssso wet, are you close? Will you come for me?"
He throws his head back in a moan, wings whipping up before hovering back down after a moment. He tightens his grip on Crowley's arm, feeling himself grind up against his fingers with every thrust.
"Not--not yet." He stutters out, face half buried against the mess of pillows now, but certainly it won't take very long at all, by the looks of it. "Th-I'm-"
Crowley turns to press nibbling kisses into Aziraphale's neck as he arches, hips pumping now at a steady rate, fingers working him in time. "Love to feel you come," he growls. "I won't last long when you do, angel..."
The moans come more steadily too, now, with every breath, only slightly muffled by the way his cheek presses against the pillows, and he's very quickly losing the ability to put words together. He can feel Crowley's breath and teeth against his neck and it just makes it all the harder to focus on anything beyond his body clamoring to peak.
He can feel his legs shake, knees threatening to give out before he's done, and he tries to hold back, a little longer, a little further, grip tightening on the demon's arm.
"Please-" He pleads, strained and close, so close, on the brink. "Crowley--"
He can feel it, the way Aziraphale is tensing beneath him, the way he's trembling and shaking and moaning, breathlessly. He gives a sharper thrust, burying himself as deep as he can, fingers pressing and rubbing his clit as he breathes in the angel's ear. "Yes, let go, I've got you, let me feel you come, come on angel, there you are love..."
He gasps one final time, body tensing, lips parted, and perfectly manicured nails digging right into Crowley's arm, and, on his other hand, making final work of that poor feather he's been holding onto all this time.
His hips still twitch and move, wringing out some last desperate moments of pleasure by clumsily riding the demon's hand and his cock, a deep shudder seizing up his body. He presses his face on the pillow, muffling some final small sounds as the heat takes over his corporation.
And then, when he's done, he settles, his legs finally giving out against the bed.
Crowley wasn't kidding - as he feels Aziraphale convulse around him, he moans helplessly, hands finding the angel's hips so he can give a few more rough thrusts, coming even as Aziraphale is still trembling beneath him.
He goes boneless atop him, unwilling to move just yet, his wings providing them with a dark shelter as they relax around them both. Crowley nuzzles lazily at Aziraphale's shoulder blade, making a vague, muffled noise of pure happiness.
Content and cozy, the angel tucks his wings up to his sides, both sheltering himself nicely under the dark wings and gently cradling Crowley between his.
He just lays there, lazily, catching his breath and feeling Crowley's, humming in a rather pleased manner in response.
Aziraphale, it must be said, makes an excellent pillow. Crowley could fall asleep like this - and has, on previous occasions. He's certainly dozing now. Nothing like a good lovemaking session to get him sleepy again.
"Mmf, nap," he murmurs happily into the angel's neck.
That he makes a good pillow certainly is knowledge that only the demon holds. And the privilege to act on it is his and his alone. As well as the perfect angle to see how the little smattering of feathers has spread between the angel's wings and up to his shoulders.
Aziraphale smiles, tilting his head to gently nudge it against Crowley's. "Going back to sleep already, dear?"
"Fine, fine," Crowley grumbles good-naturedly, shifting as best he can to let Aziraphale move as he pleases. It's possible a lamp gets knocked over by a stray wing during this process, or would have, if a miracle didn't set it to rights.
It is a process, much like earlier in the morning, to move around in a space like this with their wings. Aziraphale could easily just put his away, but he doesn't.
With some shifting and scooting and fluffing of some pillows, he finally lies back down, back against those very brave pillows. He settles with a little comfortable sigh-
"Here we are." As he smiles up at his demon. "Do come here, dearest."
Don't have to tell him twice. Crowley wastes no time in wrapping himself around Aziraphale again, arm around his middle, a leg slung over his thighs, leaning in to kiss his lips with a pleased sort of hum.
One of the benefits of sharing a life with a demon that happens to be a snake is that said demon is quite good at cuddling, which the angel has found, since they've first began sharing such kinds of physical affections, are quite delightful.
He wraps his arms around the demon and returns the kiss, quite clearly smiling against his lips.
The gentle bastardy is definitely slipping through Aziraphale's smile, as he digs his fingers through Crowley's hair.
"Oh, you know you're always marvelous, my dear." He brushes a thumb over Crowley's ear, and coaxes him into another sweet kiss, cupping his face in both his hands. "You always make me feel so wonderful."
no subject
His fingers finally, finally press at his clit, light but firm. "Want to make you feel good..."
no subject
"Y-oh, you do." He still manages to be fairly talkative, look at that. "Oh, Crowley..."
no subject
no subject
"Oh, faster, Crowley, please..."
no subject
no subject
"Not--not yet." He stutters out, face half buried against the mess of pillows now, but certainly it won't take very long at all, by the looks of it. "Th-I'm-"
no subject
no subject
He can feel his legs shake, knees threatening to give out before he's done, and he tries to hold back, a little longer, a little further, grip tightening on the demon's arm.
"Please-" He pleads, strained and close, so close, on the brink. "Crowley--"
no subject
no subject
His hips still twitch and move, wringing out some last desperate moments of pleasure by clumsily riding the demon's hand and his cock, a deep shudder seizing up his body. He presses his face on the pillow, muffling some final small sounds as the heat takes over his corporation.
And then, when he's done, he settles, his legs finally giving out against the bed.
no subject
He goes boneless atop him, unwilling to move just yet, his wings providing them with a dark shelter as they relax around them both. Crowley nuzzles lazily at Aziraphale's shoulder blade, making a vague, muffled noise of pure happiness.
no subject
He just lays there, lazily, catching his breath and feeling Crowley's, humming in a rather pleased manner in response.
no subject
"Mmf, nap," he murmurs happily into the angel's neck.
no subject
Aziraphale smiles, tilting his head to gently nudge it against Crowley's. "Going back to sleep already, dear?"
no subject
no subject
"Let me turn around." He asks, one of his wings gently brushing against Crowley.
no subject
no subject
With some shifting and scooting and fluffing of some pillows, he finally lies back down, back against those very brave pillows. He settles with a little comfortable sigh-
"Here we are." As he smiles up at his demon. "Do come here, dearest."
no subject
no subject
He wraps his arms around the demon and returns the kiss, quite clearly smiling against his lips.
no subject
no subject
"It was...pleasant." He teases.
no subject
no subject
"Oh, you know you're always marvelous, my dear." He brushes a thumb over Crowley's ear, and coaxes him into another sweet kiss, cupping his face in both his hands. "You always make me feel so wonderful."
no subject
"Mm, good, always want you to feel that way," he murmurs around the kiss. "'s the least I can do."
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)