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"That was part of the appeal, rather," Aziraphale murmurs, with more than a hint of a smirk. He enjoys the petting very much, and enjoys Crowley's evident enjoyment of it even more. "We could get a larger bed, for one thing."

"Oh yeah?" Crowley snickers at the thought. "And what would you do with a bigger bed, hm? You don't sleep..."

He pokes the angel gently in the side, nipping at his shoulder playfully.

Aziraphale's smirk grows as he scrapes his nails down Crowley's spine, from neck all the way down to buttocks. "I daresay I could keep myself occupied."

Crowley hums happily. So what if they've already had a go tonight? They can do whatever they like, as often as they like.

"Occupied... reading a good book?" he suggests, insinuating his leg between Aziraphale's thighs.

Aziraphale has always believed that if you're going to enjoy a thing, enjoy it thoroughly. And he does so enjoy Crowley. He makes space willingly for Crowley's leg, squeezes his thighs around it, lets his hand wander lower and cup the demon's arse. "Of course," he says primly, the very image of a prissy angel--if one ignores the light of bastardry in his eyes. And the way his hair is tousled in a way that strongly suggests I was thoroughly debauched and debauched earlier, and I quite liked it. "What else would one do in a bed, if one doesn't sleep?"

"Hm," Crowley hums thoughtfully, between kisses. "I'm thinking of a few things right now, actually..."

The angel is just so soft and warm and also enthusiastic, it's rather intoxicating when you get right down to it, and Crowley is definitely getting down to it, licking into the angel's mouth eagerly as they kiss, pressed close as they can get.

"Are you really?" Aziraphale breathes, somewhere between swiping his tongue across the roof of Crowley's mouth and tugging at his lower lip. Crowley's eagerness is heady, and the way he's so physically affectionate these days a source of constant delight. Aziraphale has always been a little too hedonistic, and oh, how he indulges himself now... "Do enlighten me, my dear."

Crowley grins, keeping him close. He's never been the touchy-feely sort, but with the angel, he can't get enough.

"Well, with a nice big bed, I could massage your wings," he points out, letting his voice drop a bit to a more seductive tenor. "Rub you down all over."

"Oh--" Aziraphale's lips part at that idea, his eyes darkening, his fingers suddenly curling harder into Crowley's skin. Somehow that's an idea that hadn't yet occurred to him. The fact that it's said in that downright sinful voice only makes it more appealing. "I...would like that. Very much."

He trails his hands back up on Crowley's back, brushing his fingertips along the line where Crowley's wings would appear, if they were manifest. "I should like to do the same to you. Such light, teasing touches of fingers, soft brushes of thumb, suggestive. "Stroke all your feathers and kiss my way down your spine at the same time. Bite the back of your neck--"

He suits action to word in part, his mouth moving down to Crowley's neck, scraping teeth over his pulse-point. "Press you face down into the mattress and take you from behind, with my teeth in your neck and your wings spread under me--"

His hands are moving more urgently now, clutching at Crowley's skin to get him closer.

Aziraphale has such a perfect combination of imagination and a way with words, it’s a wonder Crowley doesn’t just discorporate on the spot. His cock gives an eager sort of twitch at the thought, and he shivers under the touches.

“Please,” he groans, fingers sliding lower, seeking Aziraphale’s cock.

"Hmm?" Aziraphale leans back enough to look Crowley in the face, his expression a little too innocent, his eyes shining with mirth. "Did you want something, dearest?"

As though he can't feel Crowley's cock hard and twitching against his leg, as though he doesn't hiss breath in a little as long, clever fingers wrap around him.

“Ngh,” is Crowley’s response, because as Aziraphale gets more articulate, he tends to get less so. Not that he’s ever especially articulate.

He strokes the angel’s cock, pressing kisses to his neck.

“You,” he finally manages. “Want you.”

Aziraphale feels a thrill of pride every time he manages this, and suspects he always will. "Are you saying," he murmurs, his mouth somewhere near Crowley's ear, hot breath stirring his hair. "That I've tempted you?" He moves his hips slowly, stroking into Crowley's hand, but not too fast, not yet. Some things deserve to be savoured.

Oh. Oooooh, he loves it when the angel gets like this. He’s putty in Aziraphale’s hands. It just can’t be helped!

“Mm-hm,” he affirms, giving his cock a squeeze. “You always do, angel.”

"You don't seem--ah--to be trying to thwart my wiles--" Aziraphale's head falls back. Between the twin sensations of Crowley's mouth and Crowley's hand, coherency is growing difficult. Clever mouth, clever fingers...

Crowley licks at Aziraphale's neck, humming. "Can't thwart you," he murmurs. "Not like this. Can't resist."

He turns, meeting the angel's gaze for a moment. It's almost a pleading sort of look. He wants to be tempted.

Aziraphale's smile is confident, even smug, but also deeply loving. Oh, he knows what his demon wants, what his demon desires..."How shall I take you, my dearest?" he murmurs, reaching down in turn and running a fingertip along Crowley's own cock, from base to tip and back, then fondling his balls oh-so-gently. "Like this, with each of us in hand? With both our hands holding both our cocks, so they slide against each other?" He teases at that point, shifting his hips so that whisper becomes truth for a moment. Just a moment. "Or--"

He lets go, grabs Crowley's hips in a bruising grip, turns his head so he can bite at Crowley's ear, his breath hot. "Or shall I let you penetrate me, have you call my name with every thrust? Or shall I do as I just foretold, and push you down and claim you as mine?" Another bite, a flick of tongue. "Tell me, love. Whatever you want--"

It's almost unfair, how good he is at this. Isn't he supposed to be an angel? And yet, here they are. Crowley is practically a mewling mess underneath him, squirming and clutching at him with every sly word that passes his lips.

They all sound perfect.

"Ngk," he mutters, unable to say anything else for a moment. "I love your dirty mind, angel... I want you to fuck me. Claim me."

It's all a language of love, is the thing. And Aziraphale is an expert when it comes to love, and particularly when it comes to loving Crowley. The fact that he's also a sensualist and has read more books than anyone else on Earth, including quite a lot of less than polite ones (really, any number of the classics are positively filthy)? Those are just bonuses.

Aziraphale chuckles and rolls them over, pins Crowley's wrists to the mattress. His kisses are edged with teeth, and he sucks hard at Crowley's neck, then kisses the spot lightly as though in apology afterwards. It's not an apology; it's a promise. "Say it again for me, dearest. What you want." Aziraphale's eyes glint with bit of a bastardness.

That bit of bastardy is exactly what Crowley loves about the angel. Well... one of the things. Right now, it’s forefront in his mind, though, as he wiggles and rolls his hips.

“Fuck me,” he says again, voice pleading. “Remind me who I belong to.”

"Mm..." Aziraphale hums approval, kisses that bruised place again, one of his hands trailing down, stroking over Crowley's thigh. He can hold both Crowley's wrists with one hand, especially since the demon isn't making any sort of effort to escape. Quite the contrary.

"And you'll be good for me, won't you?" Aziraphale murmurs, shifting so he can slide his hand between Crowley's legs, deliberately avoiding his cock but stroking the tender place behind, rubbing one finger in a circle over the opening that waits there. He moves off of Crowley entirely, giving the demon space to spread his legs, give his fingers more space to move. "Tell me how good you'll be."

Crowley squirms, already hard, already nearly whining at the touches, at what he’s not touching. He practically whimpers when Aziraphale’s weight leaves him, but he spreads his legs wide for the angel.

“Mm, I’ll be as good as you want me to,” he says eagerly. “Whatever you want.”

Aziraphale loves all those needy little noises. He'd gather them up like pearls if he could, collect them and pull them out to admire, each one priceless and perfect. He shifts to kiss Crowley, catching a few in his mouth, savoring the taste of each gasp and catch of breath. "I know you will," he breathes. "And I'll take such good care of you, my love, I promise..."

His finger slips in, careful, slow. He should have taken a moment to get actual lubricant instead of miracling some, but even a moment of waiting to do this seems too long just at present. And it's such a small thing. Barely counts as a miracle, really...one finger, then two, pressing so slowly as he stretches Crowley open.

Crowley tangles a hand in Aziraphale's curls, cupping the back of his head as they kiss. He doesn't even try to stop making sounds - he knows the angel likes it, and he likes it, too, letting him know how much he enjoys those fingers inside him without having to actually articulate it.

"Want me just like this?" he asks, breath a little short. He's in a mood - to be ordered about a bit, perhaps, and then be praised for it.

"For the moment." Aziraphale nuzzles his nose against Crowley's, an affectionate gesture a little at odds with what his fingers are doing. "Patience, my darling. And remember the rules: no touching yourself, and no coming until I say you may. Agreed?"

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they might need a safe word

it's either "gabriel" or "hastur"

Aziraphale: "The HELL it is. Neither of those names are ever, ever to be spoken in our bed. Period."

Well it cant be food!

You grow plants! Pick a plant name!

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