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]

"Then neither can you," said Aziraphale softly.

[sauntereddownward]

He didn't know quite what to say, so he kissed him again.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale kissed him back, and then whispered, "We don't have to, really. I love things just how they've been, too."

[sauntereddownward]

"Perhaps, erm, we could give it a go," he said bashfully.

No one else ever saw this side of him, the insecurity and doubt. Only his angel got the worst of him.

[theangelfell]

"But do you want to?" Aziraphale asked, sounding a bit at a loss.

[sauntereddownward]

"Well of course," he replied. "I want to do all manner of things with you."

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale smiled at him, and draw his fingers over Crowley's neck. "How do you want..." He paused. "How do humans decide these things?"

[sauntereddownward]

"I honestly don't know," he laughed softly. "What is on your mind?"

[theangelfell]

"I mean, which one of us...?" Aziraphale blushed furiously.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley thought about that a moment.

"Would you, erm...be on top?" Crowley said shyly.

[theangelfell]

Now it was Aziraphale's turn to be incredibly nervous. "Yes," he said breathlessly. "Of course, my dear, if that's what you want... I - I think it will be nice."

[sauntereddownward]

"I think...yes. It would be very nice," he smiled, kissing him again.

[theangelfell]

"I don't really know what I'm doing," Aziraphale added nervously. "I don't want to hurt you..."

[sauntereddownward]

"I don't think that that's possible," he replied.

[theangelfell]

"I've - I've done a lot of reading about how it works," Aziraphale offered.

[sauntereddownward]

"More pornography?" Crowley asked.

[theangelfell]

"More like how to guides," Aziraphale said. "On the internet. The first step is for me to use my fingers..."

[sauntereddownward]

"Well I don't want to hear about it. Like some...recipe," he replied. "Just...start."

[theangelfell]

"Mmmm get off me and onto your side then," Aziraphale said quietly.

[sauntereddownward]

"Just...go slow, I think," he said. He was almost to anxious to be aroused, though it was undeniable that every brush of Aziraphale's lips and fingertips made him hard and eager.

[theangelfell]

Aziraphale hesitated, and then miracled what he hoped was lubricant.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered, and then with his other hand on Crowley's arm, stroking gently, he pushed a slick finger just barely inside him.

[sauntereddownward]

Crowley moaned low and long as Aziraphale touched him, but when he was just barely penetrated he gasped sharply.

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "That was...unexpected."

[theangelfell]

"What? How so? Does it hurt?" Aziraphale asked nervously.

[sauntereddownward]

"No! No, no, it doesn't. It's very, erm, good. Very, ah...oh, like that there..." he gasped.

[theangelfell]

"Oh," said Aziraphale, and continued pushing the finger inside him, slow, careful to pay attention to Crowley's reactions.