theangelfell | Crowley

"A bit of a surprise, isn't it?" Crowley asked quietly.

"I... I barely understand what I'm feeling," Aziraphale breathed. He was afraid to move.

"I know what you mean," he replied. Crowley slowly began rutting against him.

"This is a Sin, or so I'm told," he said. "Everything that feels really good is a sin."

"Love isn't a sin," Aziraphale whispered, still sounding as if he couldn't catch his breath.

He rolled his hips slightly, and whimpered.

"That's probably what makes it so hard for me to say."

He could say he loved cigarettes or good wine or those chocolate bars with the caramel and crispies. He could say it because he liked those things, and many others, It was simple to use a very human phrase that, when used, does't actually mean Love.

But to say it to Aziraphale...that was hard. It was hard because it was real. Really real. He wanted to say it so much.

So he kissed the angel tenderly and whispered against his lips.

"I can express no kinder sign of.L... than this kind kiss," he said. He left out the love bit. Shakespeare had always been a man he was fond of. Such a way with words. Crowley didnt consider it stealing because, after all, he had given the bard the idea.

Aziraphale gasped against the kiss. He still found himself frightened of moving too much, for the sensations it caused were overwhelming. Good, but he felt as if he didn't know where they would lead. It was as if now there was a new nerve reaching from between his legs to every other part of his body.

Crowley was somehow all hands and feather, brushing against Aziraphale and exploring where made the angel gasp the most.

He knew what would stun him...because he knew what would surprise he himself.

Crowley slid his hand down ad wrapped his fingers around this new part. Surely he'd get a gasp.

It was more than a gasp. It was... something between a gasp and a cry and a moan. With a bright note of utter shock clearly evident.

Aziraphale couldn't even speak, it was too overwhelming.

"Does that feel like Love?" Crowley asked. This was...actually rather good. He hadn't sensed Aziraphale's Grace quite so acutely in...centuries.

Aziraphale took a shaky breath. "It feels... like something very good..." And carefully, tentatively, he wrapped his own hand around that part of Crowley as well, finding the feel of it almost surprising, so warm and stiff.

"Ahhh-ughh," he cried, a shock running through him like nothing he'd ever felt before. He couldn't imagine what could possibly be better than this.

Azirpahale couldn't believe that all this time he'd just been assuming that Crowley was having sex with other people... and he was so glad he was wrong. The fact that they could experience this for the first time together, it felt so special.

He'd managed to center himself a bit, so that he could actually think straight despite the feeling of Crowley's hand on him. "The pornography I've watched suggests that there are a lot of options for what could happen next," he whispered.

"Ah, ah," he shuddered. "Ah-alright. Anything...ah...in particular on your mind?"

"Do you think we should start small?" Aziraphale asked, still a bit breathless. "I think... I think that if we continued like this.."

And he experimentally stroked his hand up and down.

"I think something might happen."

Crowley cried out in a high-pitched, most undignified way. His hand around Aziraphale's cock gripped him tight in surprise and he tugged even as he thrust forward into the angel's hand.

"Yesss," he hissed breathlessly.

Aziraphale moaned, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Kiss me," he gasped, as he started stroking Crowley with purpose, even if he wasn't entirely sure what that purpose was.

Crowley found his mouth even with his eyes closed and he kissed him deeply. Hungry, devouring kisses that went on and on.

He finally had two brain cells talking to each other which offered him the little coordination it took to kiss and stroke the angel's cock in return.

Aziraphale whimpered, now utterly overwhelmed by the feeling. And it wasn't even just the physical sensation, it was also the way that Crowley was reacting, and the knowledge that something he was doing was giving him such pleasure.

His whole body felt like a tight bow string that was about to snap. It was almost frightening. But the good feeling, the 'something is coming' feeling, it just kept... kept building.

Crowley ached all over in the best of ways. This was torture, this craving for something he didn't even know what.

An odd sort of purr rumbled out of his chest as he pressed closer. His wrist twisted just so and Aziraphale's cock brushed against his own.

He thought he might disincorporate.

"Crowley," gasped Aziraphale, and the name turned into a whining moan. "Crowley, please..." He didn't even know what he was asking for.

Crowley kissed him to silence him. Then he had a brilliant idea. It smacked of actual inagination.

He gently brushed the angel's hand away, then aligned himself just so and took both in hand at once.

Oh but that was something else.

Aziraphale had watched some pornography (and to be honest, much of it he had not liked one bit), so he had a sense for how this all ended, though he hadn't been able to imagine what it would feel like.

"Crowley," he gasped, "I think... I think I'm... close."

Crowley grunted something unintelligible and moved his hand faster. His head came down to rest on the angel's shoulder and he closed his eyes.

And then lightning struck. It was so bright behind his closed eyes that he felt like he couldn't see even if he'd tried. He tensed all over and then it seemed he felt himself explode into tiny little bits. He shook and shuddered and realized his cock was jerking in his hand...and suddenly things were very slick. That only made it better.

Of course he barely had any coordination left. Not that he mattered now that he was clearly dead.

The coordination at that point didn't matter, because Aziraphale was close behind him.

It wasn't like anything he'd ever felt before. A wave of pure pleasure that made his breath leave him and his toes curl. And through it all he was so close to Crowley, clinging to him. When the explosion came, he cried out, bright and loud, and then buried his face against Crowley's neck as his body shook.

Crowley was panting for breath he didn't really need. He leaned heavily against Aziraphale, sense coming back to him slowly. When he did have a bit of clarity he brought his inky wings forward to wrap the angel in them as securely as possible.

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