theangelfell | Crowley

Crowley

Aziraphale moaned into the kiss. It just felt so good...

"More, I want more..."

More. Well, that was a leap of imagination. Crowley wasn't even sure how to go about...well, anything really.

"Make an effort," he said softly. He did for himself and suddenly there was a pressure against Aziraphale's hip of an erection.

Aziraphale had done this so rarely, and it had been so long, that it took him a beat to remember how. And then he felt... "Oh..."

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"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.

Aziraphale was still shaking as Crowley wrapped his wings around him. Though it may not have been obvious right away that the reason now was that he'd started to cry, shaking with slight sobs.

It took him a long moment of selfishly basking in Aziraphale's Grace before he had any sense to think of anyone but himself.

And then he noticed he felt distinctively damp.

He pulled back just a bit and used a knuckle to turn the angel's chin to him. If he'd had a heart, it may have broken.

"I...didn't mean to make you cry," he apologized.

Aziraphale managed to pull himself together, and he shook his head, though not quite meeting Crowley's eyes. "No, it's just... overwhelming, and I'm happy, mostly, really..."

"...Mostly?" he asked, terrified by what that might mean.

"I - it just - it seems like something that feels so good must be a sin," Aziraphale whispered. "It feels as if I've crossed another line. I'm not sorry, and I would never wish it away, I'm so happy, really, but you must understand how complicated this is for me..."

Crowley hmm'd tightly and considered that.

"I don't think it's a Sin," he said. "And I'm a bit of an expert."

He paused.

"I felt like I'd been called Home."

"So that felt as good for you as it did for me?" Aziraphale asked, meeting his eyes now.

"It felt...Good. Like, the essence of Good. I can feel your Grace, angel. I don't think you can possibly understand what it's like to be denied that kind of Love, only to find it there, just right there, hiding in my best friend. It's us, angel. Us against the world and everything beyond."

He paused.

"I have no idea what you could possibly get from me that could possibly compare."

"... you're going to make me cry again," Aziraphale sniffed. "Crowley, it makes me so happy to... to give you my love."

Crowley sighed softly and kissed him again, this time sweet and slow, his own lips trembling a bit, though he would never admit he might cry, too.

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