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[salutosinedelectat]

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--"

[goodtobebad]

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..."

[salutosinedelectat]

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.

[goodtobebad]

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.

[salutosinedelectat]

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.

[goodtobebad]

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.

[salutosinedelectat]

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?"

[goodtobebad]

Crowley smiles, running a hand over that smattering of feathers lightly. "Why, want to have another go already? I definitely need a nap first."

[salutosinedelectat]

Aziraphale huffs out a chuckle. He's grown quite fond of sleep by now, or, at least, of lying down with his demon, in just comfort and intimacy.

"Let me turn around." He asks, one of his wings gently brushing against Crowley.

[goodtobebad]

"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.

[salutosinedelectat]

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."

[goodtobebad]

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.

[salutosinedelectat]

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.

[goodtobebad]

"So I take it that was all right, then?" Crowley asks, clearly pleased with himself and feeling quite comfortable and relaxed.

[salutosinedelectat]

Aziraphale huffs another chuckle, bringing a hand up to stroke at the demon's hair.

"It was...pleasant." He teases.

[goodtobebad]

"Well I feel very validated by that, thanks," Crowley mutters around a snort. "I'll remember that next time you want to be seen to."

[salutosinedelectat]

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."

[goodtobebad]

Crowley shivers and presses himself closer, those touches right where he likes them best, the angel always knows where he likes being touched.

"Mm, good, always want you to feel that way," he murmurs around the kiss. "'s the least I can do."

[salutosinedelectat]

He should know. He makes a mental note every time he finds one. He's very dutiful like that.

"You do plenty, my love." Murmuring right back, lips just hovering over while he speaks. "I've never felt this way before."

[goodtobebad]

"Me neither," Crowley admits. "Didn't think it'd ever be possible."

[salutosinedelectat]

Another kiss. And one under his eye, and another one on his forehead.

"And yet, here we are." He rests his head back to look at his demon again, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone.

[goodtobebad]

"Yeah," he murmurs. "It's real." He brushes a finger over Aziraphale's lips lightly. "Love you."

[salutosinedelectat]

He presses a light kiss on the demon's finger. "I love you too, dear. Very much so."

[goodtobebad]

"All right," Crowley says, happy as anything but as usual trying not to show it. Hmph.

"Still need a nap before we have another go," he adds, nuzzling into the angel's chest.

[salutosinedelectat]

Much as he's learned to do, and learned he rather appreciates doing, the angel wraps his arms around Crowley and rests a hand on the back of the demon's neck, brushing his thumb over the hair there.

"Very well, dear." He hums, gently amused, pulling his wings in and wrapping them over the demon's back and legs. "We should think about dinner plans for later."