Crowley

[theangelfell]

"Someone hit on me at the bookshop today," Aziraphale said conversationally as he changed into his pajamas beside Crowley's bed.

They'd talked about getting a new place together, but it hadn't happened yet, and for whatever reason they found themselves more frequently at Crowley's place than Aziraphale's. But now Aziraphale kept pajamas and nice smelling soap here.

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[theangelfell]

Aziraphale had never felt anything quite like this. It was not like a hand, which was all he'd experienced with Crowley so far. Slowly, cautiously, he began to move... gasping at the first feel of it.

[sauntereddownward]

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, but he felt he should do something. He experimentally rocked his hips, accidentally taking the angel a bit deeper.

That prompted a string of vulgarity in multiple languages.

[theangelfell]

"Crowley," Aziraphale gasped, as he moved his hips... thrusting into him. Every thrust felt so good, and he just couldn't get over the amazing feeling that their bodies were joined.

[sauntereddownward]

"Ahhh-zir..." was all he could manage. He reached to hold Aziraphale's shoulders and he tried his best to meet him. It was a bit difficult to tell where he ended and the other began. It was overwhelming in most beautiful way.

[theangelfell]

"I love you, Crowley," Aziraphale gasped as he thrust hard into him.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley bit his lip hard and whimpered. There could have been no more perfect words to hear.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale kept going, wondering how long this could go on. But he was already starting a feel a familiar curl of pleasure. "Crowley, you should... touch yourself," he whispered.

[sauntereddownward]

In no possible way did he have the wherewithal to think of that himself, but now that the angel said it he found he wanted nothing more. His hand slid between them and he arched back.

"I'm going to die," he gasped.

[theangelfell]

"If you do, so will I," Aziraphale moaned.

[sauntereddownward]

Angel...angel..." he panted, high pitched cries coming from his throat.

And then his fist moved like that and Aziraphale slid in deep and Crowley brain exploded. He'd not been expecting it. When he'd been in the angel's hand it had built and built. But this hit him like a truck.

He came hard, shaking silently beneath the angel.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale felt it, too. The way his body clenched around him. One, two more hard thrusts and he was coming, too... inside him.

[sauntereddownward]

Once it was over, once he was spent, had died, and had been resurrected, Crowley laid limp beneath Aziraphale.

"Oh...my," he sighed.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale too was more than a little dazed. And after he felt himself soften inside Crowley, he carefully pulled out and settled half beside and half on top of Crowley. "Wow."

[sauntereddownward]

"So that's what all the fuss is about," he said drowsily. "Good fuss."

[theangelfell]

"Oh, yes," sighed Aziraphale. "What... what did it feel like?"

[sauntereddownward]

"I don't think I could tell you," Crowley said thoughtfully. "But we'll do it the other way round so you can feel it, too," he decided. Maybe not now as he was feeling a bit like a pudding. But soon.

[theangelfell]

"I think I'd like that," Aziraphale said nervously. "That was... the feeling of being inside you... and it was okay, really? I was okay?"

[sauntereddownward]

"You were remarkable. I could barely tell where you ended and I began," he admitted softly.

[theangelfell]

"Oh." Aziraphale blushed happily. "Yes, same."

[sauntereddownward]

"I don't see any reason we can't do that every single day," he said. Now that he'd recovered a bit he was quite eager to enjoy the angel as much as possible.

[theangelfell]

"... chafing?" Aziraphale suggested weakly.

[sauntereddownward]

"I doubt very much that would be an issue for us," he replied thoughtfully. "But maybe, if we showered a lot, there might be cause for that nice lotion in the bathroom..."