Anthony J. Crowley (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
inlovewithmycar) wrote2020-03-07 01:02 pm
inlovewithmycar) wrote2020-03-07 01:02 pm
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OPEN POST FOR
MEME OVERFLOWS
PSLs
OTHER VERY EXCITING THINGS
OPEN POST FOR
MEME OVERFLOWS
PSLs
OTHER VERY EXCITING THINGS
[There's a flicker of concern on the angel's face when he spots that lingering melancholy, but it quickly melts away, replaced with soft wonder as Crowley confesses to the most domestic of fantasies. It's the kind of love that's forgotten among the confessions and grand gestures, and he finds that his heart aches over the want of it. Not only for himself, but for the chance to give it to Crowley in return.]
I can't think of anything I would like more. Every morning, if that suits you.
[He nuzzles Crowley's cheek, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. When he pulls back, there is an amused twinkle in his eyes.]
But I'd like to skip the pajamas, if that's all right. At least this first time around.
I can't think of anything I would like more. Every morning, if that suits you.
[He nuzzles Crowley's cheek, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. When he pulls back, there is an amused twinkle in his eyes.]
But I'd like to skip the pajamas, if that's all right. At least this first time around.
[They're barely temptations anymore, as Aziraphale no longer makes Crowley jump through hoops to coax him into doing what he wants to do anyway. There's no one keeping score, no one who he might have to offer an explanation that is an incredibly well-constructed loophole masquerading as Heaven-approved, including himself.
He does like to be indulged and pampered, and certainly allows it more often than not. His only limit now seems to be when he wants to return the favor.
Aziraphale turns his head to smile at Crowley, giggling involuntarily at the brush of black feathers on his bare skin. The compliment that follows has him blushing and hiding part of his face in the crook of his elbow.]
You're too kind, dear. I think I might have set an unfair expectation for the humans, in that respect.
[He made it a point to tone down his brilliance for Adam and Eve, not wanting to frighten the poor things. It seemed to take forever for the other angels to understand why showing up as a burning wheel of fire with thousands of eyes or as a massive being with multiple heads was only going to terrify them out of their mortal minds.
His wings flex once, brushing against Crowley's.]
No, they feel wonderful. Better than they've ever been.
[He reaches out and runs his fingers along Crowley's pinion, smiling softly.]
I can groom you now, if you like. Not that you need it, your wings are always immaculate.
He does like to be indulged and pampered, and certainly allows it more often than not. His only limit now seems to be when he wants to return the favor.
Aziraphale turns his head to smile at Crowley, giggling involuntarily at the brush of black feathers on his bare skin. The compliment that follows has him blushing and hiding part of his face in the crook of his elbow.]
You're too kind, dear. I think I might have set an unfair expectation for the humans, in that respect.
[He made it a point to tone down his brilliance for Adam and Eve, not wanting to frighten the poor things. It seemed to take forever for the other angels to understand why showing up as a burning wheel of fire with thousands of eyes or as a massive being with multiple heads was only going to terrify them out of their mortal minds.
His wings flex once, brushing against Crowley's.]
No, they feel wonderful. Better than they've ever been.
[He reaches out and runs his fingers along Crowley's pinion, smiling softly.]
I can groom you now, if you like. Not that you need it, your wings are always immaculate.
[ Crowley's wings were, indeed, smooth, neat and had a healthy sheen to them. That didn't mean he didn't Aziraphale's fingers buried deep in the feathers, touching a part of his bare essence. ]
...Please.
[ He only just manages to avoid whimpering it. He can't imagine that Aziraphale touching him anywhere would feel anything besides phenomenal, but his wings - the sheer intimacy of it - and that Aziraphale was offering -
His heart really was doing some fun little backflips as Crowley pressed a kiss to the angel's brow. ]
...Please.
[ He only just manages to avoid whimpering it. He can't imagine that Aziraphale touching him anywhere would feel anything besides phenomenal, but his wings - the sheer intimacy of it - and that Aziraphale was offering -
His heart really was doing some fun little backflips as Crowley pressed a kiss to the angel's brow. ]
[Aziraphale rolls to his side, and for a moment is tempted to pull Crowley close and tangle all their limbs together, wings included, into a heated embrace. He settles for a kiss, hand propped against the demon's chin, before he sits up and stretches his wings. The crest at the top, flight feathers touching, before he lets them relax and flutter behind him.]
Here, love. Take the wedge, I'll scoot in behind you.
[He moves out of the way, leaving a warm indent in the sheets from where he was lying. But before Crowley takes his place, he trails a finger down Crowley's chest and gives a tug at the low collar of his robe.]
On or off, it's up to you.
Here, love. Take the wedge, I'll scoot in behind you.
[He moves out of the way, leaving a warm indent in the sheets from where he was lying. But before Crowley takes his place, he trails a finger down Crowley's chest and gives a tug at the low collar of his robe.]
On or off, it's up to you.
[ Crowley lights up. Really brilliant this whole love thing. He could just say whatever he'd been feeling for ages, only to find Aziraphale really had wanted the same things all along.
Propping himself up, he trails his knuckles up and down Aziraphale's side, that ridiculous grin still on his face. ]
Right. Every day then. Pyjamas optional.
[ He suspected they were probably weren't going to be wearing much in in the weeks to come. ]
Toast optional as well. I suspect you'd like to mix it up a bit. Eggs, bacon, pastries, sausage. Could never get behind sausage m'self; too many mysteries in the meat.
Propping himself up, he trails his knuckles up and down Aziraphale's side, that ridiculous grin still on his face. ]
Right. Every day then. Pyjamas optional.
[ He suspected they were probably weren't going to be wearing much in in the weeks to come. ]
Toast optional as well. I suspect you'd like to mix it up a bit. Eggs, bacon, pastries, sausage. Could never get behind sausage m'self; too many mysteries in the meat.
[ Crowley feels a pleasant shiver down his spine, as though following the trajectory of Aziraphale's caress, and then gives the angel an appreciative once-over. He adored Aziraphale's corporation - handsome in a soft and warm bookish way, with such lovely and expressive eyes. It reflected the entity that inhabited it perfectly. ]
Oh, definitely off. Can't let you have all the fun.
[ His eyes fall once more to Aziraphale's arousal before he slips out the little scrap of red silk he calls a bathrobe and pointedly flings it into a corner of the bedroom.
...Their bedroom.
He suspects that even on their six millionth anniversary, Crowley will still find some new detail of their relationship to marvel over. ]
Oh, definitely off. Can't let you have all the fun.
[ His eyes fall once more to Aziraphale's arousal before he slips out the little scrap of red silk he calls a bathrobe and pointedly flings it into a corner of the bedroom.
...Their bedroom.
He suspects that even on their six millionth anniversary, Crowley will still find some new detail of their relationship to marvel over. ]
[Aziraphale smiles up at him, content to remain nestled in their pile of pillows, one hand drawing lazy shapes across his narrow chest.]
Sounds lovely.
[There's no café in London that could possibly top breakfast in bed with Crowley. A convenient miracle can take care of any crumbs. Speaking of which, a rather thoughtful expression appears on the angel's face as Crowley lists their options.]
You know what would be a nice treat? Pancakes. The fluffy kind that the Americans like. I haven't had any since we worked for the Dowlings.
Sounds lovely.
[There's no café in London that could possibly top breakfast in bed with Crowley. A convenient miracle can take care of any crumbs. Speaking of which, a rather thoughtful expression appears on the angel's face as Crowley lists their options.]
You know what would be a nice treat? Pancakes. The fluffy kind that the Americans like. I haven't had any since we worked for the Dowlings.
I'm still having a tremendous amount of fun, dear.
[He says this with a warm smile, looking over Crowley's body in turn, admiring his thin, supple frame. Even if he wasn't hopelessly in love with his demon, he'd find his figure aesthetically pleasing, on par with Le genié du mal. Or was it Le ange du mal? Whichever statue that was removed from church for being too attractive, that'd be the one.
He waits for Crowley to get settled, then places his hands on those shiny, soft coverts and starts preening them. There are very few old feathers that need to be worked free or barbs to smooth back into place, but he takes his time, anyway, leaving no feather untouched.]
They're so beautiful, darling.
[He pauses a moment, leaning over to place a kiss between where his wings emerge.]
Just like the rest of you.
[He says this with a warm smile, looking over Crowley's body in turn, admiring his thin, supple frame. Even if he wasn't hopelessly in love with his demon, he'd find his figure aesthetically pleasing, on par with Le genié du mal. Or was it Le ange du mal? Whichever statue that was removed from church for being too attractive, that'd be the one.
He waits for Crowley to get settled, then places his hands on those shiny, soft coverts and starts preening them. There are very few old feathers that need to be worked free or barbs to smooth back into place, but he takes his time, anyway, leaving no feather untouched.]
They're so beautiful, darling.
[He pauses a moment, leaning over to place a kiss between where his wings emerge.]
Just like the rest of you.
[ Crowley finds it terribly unfair how quickly Aziraphale can gently pick him apart. Dreadfully unfair even - he may have to endure this torment a very long time, just to start building up an immunity, truly, a tragedy of the times.
The demon relaxes on the wedge, stretching his limbs and luxuriating just to give Aziraphale a nice show while the angel lavishes him with attention and compliments. The kiss right smack in the middle of his back makes him jolt, both in surprise and pleasure. ]
Mmrhghmm - feels so good angel.
[ Settling down, Crowley stretches his wings out, making little sounds of appreciation as Aziraphale works his magic. ]
The demon relaxes on the wedge, stretching his limbs and luxuriating just to give Aziraphale a nice show while the angel lavishes him with attention and compliments. The kiss right smack in the middle of his back makes him jolt, both in surprise and pleasure. ]
Mmrhghmm - feels so good angel.
[ Settling down, Crowley stretches his wings out, making little sounds of appreciation as Aziraphale works his magic. ]
[ Loving Aziraphale comes naturally, it seems. Even though one might think this should have changed everything, Crowley is realizing that this was just an extension of a long dance they'd been doing for centuries. Another gradual change, another new step, but still to the same beat.
The world hasn't turned upside down, but rather, it feels like they finally have their feet on solid ground. ]
You know, we could test little Warlock's assessment that I make 'the best pancakes in the whole wide world'. The boy might have been on to something. Or he was just trying to butter me up so I'd buy him those really violent video games his mother didn't want him playing.
The world hasn't turned upside down, but rather, it feels like they finally have their feet on solid ground. ]
You know, we could test little Warlock's assessment that I make 'the best pancakes in the whole wide world'. The boy might have been on to something. Or he was just trying to butter me up so I'd buy him those really violent video games his mother didn't want him playing.
[It is a lovely show, indeed. Aziraphale finds Crowley a work of art from all angles, and if he's being totally honest, a touch distracting. Good thing Crowley's wings only need to be pampered and not as thoroughly groomed as Aziraphale's.
He switches to the other wing, giving it the same loving attention as the first, murmuring soft praises as they come to him. Such beautiful feathers, how they gleam in the light. So soft and smooth underneath his fingers, and how strong the muscles beneath.
His hand trails down to where the wing emerges from Crowley's back. He lightly tickles the downy feathers there, then leans in again for more kisses, all around the scapulars, nuzzling into that feathery warmth, then patiently smoothing them back out.]
He switches to the other wing, giving it the same loving attention as the first, murmuring soft praises as they come to him. Such beautiful feathers, how they gleam in the light. So soft and smooth underneath his fingers, and how strong the muscles beneath.
His hand trails down to where the wing emerges from Crowley's back. He lightly tickles the downy feathers there, then leans in again for more kisses, all around the scapulars, nuzzling into that feathery warmth, then patiently smoothing them back out.]
[This is the kind of love that Aziraphale thought he'd never get to have, the kind that's expressed in kisses and cuddles and plans for breakfast. The kind that doesn't have to hide out of sight and bury itself under subtle glances and heavy sighs.
He laughs a little at Crowley's anecdote.]
We're lucky he wasn't really the anti-christ, you know, he would have sold us all up the river for video games. But I'm more than willing to be your guinea pig. I'll bet they're scrumptious.
He laughs a little at Crowley's anecdote.]
We're lucky he wasn't really the anti-christ, you know, he would have sold us all up the river for video games. But I'm more than willing to be your guinea pig. I'll bet they're scrumptious.
Don't be so sure. My cooking has only ever been enjoyed by the palate of an eleven year old.
[ He grins, settling back down so he can wrap Aziraphale up snug in his arms. ]
It might be a bit much for your refined tastes.
[ He grins, settling back down so he can wrap Aziraphale up snug in his arms. ]
It might be a bit much for your refined tastes.
[ Crowley is flushed from his cheeks to shoulders, burying his face in his arms to muffle the high, keening sound he makes when Aziraphale finds The Spot. Right there in the joint where the wing meets his back. It's always been sensitive, given how Crowley has to make several adjustments to his body just to reach it. Oh, but when he did manage - and yet it's nothing compared to Aziraphale's fingers or lips. Between that and the angel's tender words, Crowley is having a very difficult time not rutting into the pillow, hips twitching and jerking with the effort of his restraint. The demon looks quite the mess, the towel having long since unraveled, though still partially wrapped around his hair, and he glances back at Aziraphale, wild-eyed. ]
Angel - fuck-! That feels - it feels -
[ Good didn't cover it. Great felt like the understatement of the century. He could probably come just from Aziraphale messing around back there, no hands or wedge pillow required. ]
Angel - fuck-! That feels - it feels -
[ Good didn't cover it. Great felt like the understatement of the century. He could probably come just from Aziraphale messing around back there, no hands or wedge pillow required. ]
[Aziraphale tucks his head against Crowley's shoulder, preferring that to the pillows.]
Oh, I'm sure I'll manage. So long as you don't make me that artificially-colored macaroni and cheese from a box.
[He shudders at the memory of all those blue and yellow boxes stacked up in the Dowling's pantry before tilting his head just enough to kiss Crowley's chin.]
Now, then. Best you rest up now, you have an angel to feed in the morning.
Oh, I'm sure I'll manage. So long as you don't make me that artificially-colored macaroni and cheese from a box.
[He shudders at the memory of all those blue and yellow boxes stacked up in the Dowling's pantry before tilting his head just enough to kiss Crowley's chin.]
Now, then. Best you rest up now, you have an angel to feed in the morning.
[Aziraphale, loving bastard that he is, merely looks up from the feathers with a smile before resuming his tender kisses and teasing touches. Crowley doesn't need to put into words how attention to this particular spot is driving him absolutely wild. He switches to scapulars on the other wing, his own wings draping over Crowley's, feathers brushing against feathers.]
You can take your pleasure if you like, darling. Don't hold back on my account.
[He murmurs this between kisses, one of his hands sliding down to swell of Crowley's backside, pushing him gently, but firmly against the bed, encouraging him to rut into the pillow.]
You can take your pleasure if you like, darling. Don't hold back on my account.
[He murmurs this between kisses, one of his hands sliding down to swell of Crowley's backside, pushing him gently, but firmly against the bed, encouraging him to rut into the pillow.]
Wouldn't dream of it.
[ He says in that innocent way of his that suggests he is absolutely scheming the best way to get Aziraphale to eat a boxed abomination to cuisine.
Settling in, Crowley snuggles close, draping an arm and leg over Aziraphale. ]
Wake me when you get a bit peckish then, love. Or any other appetites I might be able to sate. You know me, pedal to the metal, always ready to go.
[ He says in that innocent way of his that suggests he is absolutely scheming the best way to get Aziraphale to eat a boxed abomination to cuisine.
Settling in, Crowley snuggles close, draping an arm and leg over Aziraphale. ]
Wake me when you get a bit peckish then, love. Or any other appetites I might be able to sate. You know me, pedal to the metal, always ready to go.
[ Crowley couldn't refuse even if he wanted to. He outright moans, thrusting into the pillow. The brush of their feathers, the hand on his ass, and the touch of Aziraphale's mouth - it was all so much. Crowley rocked his hips shamelessly, glancing over his shoulder to see just what Aziraphale was up to. He knew the angel had a streak of mischief in him, the clever, brilliant bastard, and Crowley loved seeing him act on it. ]
Fffuck, I'm close - jussst - just a bit more - angel, please!
[ Well, now he was just at the point of incomprehensible begging. Just that light brush, the very ghost of a touch, between their raw essences had him in such a state. It was, he considers, a very good thing Aziraphale was the reasonable one between them and had suggested caution. If they had gone all in as Crowley had initially wanted, they might actually vaporize the planet in a cosmic level orgasm.
Big bang, indeed. ]
Fffuck, I'm close - jussst - just a bit more - angel, please!
[ Well, now he was just at the point of incomprehensible begging. Just that light brush, the very ghost of a touch, between their raw essences had him in such a state. It was, he considers, a very good thing Aziraphale was the reasonable one between them and had suggested caution. If they had gone all in as Crowley had initially wanted, they might actually vaporize the planet in a cosmic level orgasm.
Big bang, indeed. ]
[Aziraphale knows that tone, but he'll let it slide this time. If Crowley can somehow make boxed macaroni and cheese suit the angel's palate, more power to him.]
I will. Oh, and Crowley?
[His tone is as soft and warm as the rest of him.]
Don't worry about going too fast. I think I've managed to finally catch up.
I will. Oh, and Crowley?
[His tone is as soft and warm as the rest of him.]
Don't worry about going too fast. I think I've managed to finally catch up.
[Crowley's begging does not fall on deaf ears; Aziraphale's hand slides further down his rear, cupping the meat of it and squeezing tenderly, while his wings lazily brush against the immaculate black feathers below..]
That's it, my dear. I can feel how close you are.
[He resumes his kisses, nosing into the spaces between the feathers and lightly tonguing the delicate skin beneath. Not at all a typical grooming session, but he feels empowered by Crowley's moans and whimpers, knowing that he can have a taste of that essence while keeping them both safe. Crowley can fall apart beneath him, but he'll be there to gather him back up and make him whole again.]
That's it, my dear. I can feel how close you are.
[He resumes his kisses, nosing into the spaces between the feathers and lightly tonguing the delicate skin beneath. Not at all a typical grooming session, but he feels empowered by Crowley's moans and whimpers, knowing that he can have a taste of that essence while keeping them both safe. Crowley can fall apart beneath him, but he'll be there to gather him back up and make him whole again.]
[ Crowley has never had an orgasm like this. It's not the intense build-up and white-hot burst of endorphins, but rather a persistent and expanding pleasure that rolls through him like a heavy breeze. It lasts several minutes and he's left shuddering and gasping, clawing at the sheets as it builds to such intensity that he's overwhelmed. The only thing in his world at that moment is Aziraphale; his wings, his tongue, the warmth of him. It's everywhere, and Crowley's wings rise and fall, feathers shivering against Aziraphale's, until Crowley's strength gives out and he collapses, utterly boneless.
Panting for air he technically shouldn't need, he paws feebly behind him, trying to coax Aziraphale from his over-stimulated wings. ]
See?
[ He's weary, breathless, and all too pleased with himself. ]
...Was right about the wings.
Panting for air he technically shouldn't need, he paws feebly behind him, trying to coax Aziraphale from his over-stimulated wings. ]
See?
[ He's weary, breathless, and all too pleased with himself. ]
...Was right about the wings.
[All through Crowley's orgasm, Aziraphale holds him close, whispering words of encouragement, telling the demon how beautiful and lovely he is. The angel's own wings shiver and tremble, a reflection of the pleasure he feels flowing out of his beloved, their auras mingling at the edges.]
Shh, it's all right. I have you.
[He pulls back his wings as soon as Crowley requests it, moving to the demon's side and running a hand down his spine. A miracle cleans up the mess beneath him and wicks away the slick of saliva from his skin, the downy feathers around the base of his wings fluffing back up to pristine order.]
Yes, dear. You were right about the wings. And I was right about taking it slow. Imagine if I tried to curl up my soul within you now?
[He says this while he continues to fuss over Crowley, removing the towel from his hair that's all but fallen off and gently brushing the locks away from his face. He's still fully aroused, but determined to ignore his own desires until he makes sure that Crowley is completely cared for in the aftermath of his climax.]
Shh, it's all right. I have you.
[He pulls back his wings as soon as Crowley requests it, moving to the demon's side and running a hand down his spine. A miracle cleans up the mess beneath him and wicks away the slick of saliva from his skin, the downy feathers around the base of his wings fluffing back up to pristine order.]
Yes, dear. You were right about the wings. And I was right about taking it slow. Imagine if I tried to curl up my soul within you now?
[He says this while he continues to fuss over Crowley, removing the towel from his hair that's all but fallen off and gently brushing the locks away from his face. He's still fully aroused, but determined to ignore his own desires until he makes sure that Crowley is completely cared for in the aftermath of his climax.]
[ It's reassuring to know he isn't too much, that he hadn't pushed too hard or too soon, and it hits Crowley in a way he doesn't quite expect when he hears it. There's that relief, yes, but even more, he felt a rush of of exhilaration. He grins, face aching from never having smiled this much, and thumbs Aziraphale's cheek. ]
You know, I think you're right.
[ Crowley pauses, his grin softening into a smile. ]
But if you need me to put on the brakes for anything at all, you just say the word. No judgment, no questions asked.
[ Well, maybe some questions asked. The kinds along the lines of 'you okay' and 'do you want to talk about it' seemed innocuous enough. But Crowley felt like this needed to be said in broad strokes. He didn't want to push Aziraphale into something he wasn't ready for. ]
You know, I think you're right.
[ Crowley pauses, his grin softening into a smile. ]
But if you need me to put on the brakes for anything at all, you just say the word. No judgment, no questions asked.
[ Well, maybe some questions asked. The kinds along the lines of 'you okay' and 'do you want to talk about it' seemed innocuous enough. But Crowley felt like this needed to be said in broad strokes. He didn't want to push Aziraphale into something he wasn't ready for. ]
[ Oh, fuck, he can feel Aziraphale, right on the periphery of his existence, shimmering like the sun. It's a tremendous feeling, all the warm and wonderful parts of him, but also the parts that are petty and stubborn and infuriating and Crowley loves those too because they are so vital to who Aziraphale is.
Once Aziraphale has miracled him clean (and Crowley does so hope that someone upstairs is still getting notified about the angel's miracles), he nestles close, pressing kisses to Aziraphale's throat. ]
I can definitely imagine. Had a hand in a few supernovas and I think we'd put them all to shame.
[ Long fingers dance along Aziraphale's chest, Crowley's thumb resting on a nipple which he rubs lazily. ]
Not that it wouldn't be worth it, but we should probably find a nice, quiet, and relatively empty corner of the solar system before we, ah. Go all the way.
Once Aziraphale has miracled him clean (and Crowley does so hope that someone upstairs is still getting notified about the angel's miracles), he nestles close, pressing kisses to Aziraphale's throat. ]
I can definitely imagine. Had a hand in a few supernovas and I think we'd put them all to shame.
[ Long fingers dance along Aziraphale's chest, Crowley's thumb resting on a nipple which he rubs lazily. ]
Not that it wouldn't be worth it, but we should probably find a nice, quiet, and relatively empty corner of the solar system before we, ah. Go all the way.
[Aziraphale's smile is demure and not-so-secretly pleased by Crowley's reply. He's wanted to be this close for ages, but for so long it was only wishful thinking on his part. Finally, he's brave enough.
He's never been so happy.
Not wanting to move from his cozy spot, he nuzzles a kiss into the crook of Crowley's neck, arms squeezing him reassuringly.]
Of course, dearest. I trust you. And the same goes for you.
[Crowley may insist that he's a demon with very few boundaries, but Aziraphale does not want to open any old wounds with careless words or assumptions.]
He's never been so happy.
Not wanting to move from his cozy spot, he nuzzles a kiss into the crook of Crowley's neck, arms squeezing him reassuringly.]
Of course, dearest. I trust you. And the same goes for you.
[Crowley may insist that he's a demon with very few boundaries, but Aziraphale does not want to open any old wounds with careless words or assumptions.]
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