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
[Crowley's genuine laughter is always a delight to Aziraphale's ears, especially combined with the way the demon drapes all over him. These are the quiet sorts of evenings he's come to savor, which is why a relocation to a quaint cottage on the shore is not any sort of inconvenience. So long as there are a few good restaurants nearby, too.
The squeeze to the bum makes Aziraphale huff in such a way that he's obviously amused by the pun, but refuses to show it.]
Believe me, I know.
[His hand slides to Crowley's hip, giving it a firm caress and then teasing his fingers towards the demon's groin.]
I'd be happy to give you a helping hand or two. You need only ask.
The squeeze to the bum makes Aziraphale huff in such a way that he's obviously amused by the pun, but refuses to show it.]
Believe me, I know.
[His hand slides to Crowley's hip, giving it a firm caress and then teasing his fingers towards the demon's groin.]
I'd be happy to give you a helping hand or two. You need only ask.
[ Crowley ponders for a moment, trailing idle kisses along Aziraphale's cheek and temple. His hands are doing something soft and gentle somewhere in the vicinity of Aziraphale's chest, tracing the dips and swells of his anatomy. ]
Well, to start, maybe just get into the habit of imagining what might feel good, yeah? Something you're curious about that you might've read in one of your books, maybe?
[ Because he knows Aziraphale has quite a few romances; Crowley has spent many a long evening perusing them while Aziraphale did his taxes, dutifully skipping to the saucier bits.
And some of them could get very saucy. Ah, literature.
Crowley gives a low chuckle. ]
Though maybe not House of Holes. Little early in our relationship for anyone to go turning into a dick tree.
Well, to start, maybe just get into the habit of imagining what might feel good, yeah? Something you're curious about that you might've read in one of your books, maybe?
[ Because he knows Aziraphale has quite a few romances; Crowley has spent many a long evening perusing them while Aziraphale did his taxes, dutifully skipping to the saucier bits.
And some of them could get very saucy. Ah, literature.
Crowley gives a low chuckle. ]
Though maybe not House of Holes. Little early in our relationship for anyone to go turning into a dick tree.
Mmm, I'm not sure I need to imagine... not with you touching me like that...
[Even just this soft caress to his chest is enough to set his thoughts afire, although Crowley does have a good point about getting ideas from his books. No need to reinvent the wheel when humans have been doing this for thousands of years...
His amorous train of thought promptly gets derailed by Crowley mentioning that blasted book again. Sometimes humans were a little too creative for their own good.]
I think one apiece is sufficient for now, thank you.
[He gives Crowley a droll look, followed by another kiss, as slow and thorough as the one before.]
I'll think of you, dear. Of your mouth on me, or you inside me. Or all the times I wanted to kiss you, but didn't dare. The times I wanted you, right here, just like this.
[Even just this soft caress to his chest is enough to set his thoughts afire, although Crowley does have a good point about getting ideas from his books. No need to reinvent the wheel when humans have been doing this for thousands of years...
His amorous train of thought promptly gets derailed by Crowley mentioning that blasted book again. Sometimes humans were a little too creative for their own good.]
I think one apiece is sufficient for now, thank you.
[He gives Crowley a droll look, followed by another kiss, as slow and thorough as the one before.]
I'll think of you, dear. Of your mouth on me, or you inside me. Or all the times I wanted to kiss you, but didn't dare. The times I wanted you, right here, just like this.
[ Cheeks burning and eyes wide with wonder.
Aziraphale really is a marvel, and Crowley can't quite wrap his head around how well-suited they are to each other. A pair of outcasts, a couple of hopeless romantics, thrown together by unusual circumstances.
He stays awestruck like that for a long moment, and then, so overcome with emotion that his usual wit fails to supply him with any quips, he pulls Aziraphale into a tight embrace and a deep, hungry kiss.
Only when he briefly pulls away can he find words again. ]
Never have to worry about that last bit again. We can kiss, any time you like.
Aziraphale really is a marvel, and Crowley can't quite wrap his head around how well-suited they are to each other. A pair of outcasts, a couple of hopeless romantics, thrown together by unusual circumstances.
He stays awestruck like that for a long moment, and then, so overcome with emotion that his usual wit fails to supply him with any quips, he pulls Aziraphale into a tight embrace and a deep, hungry kiss.
Only when he briefly pulls away can he find words again. ]
Never have to worry about that last bit again. We can kiss, any time you like.
Mm, your hands are very helpful.
[ Crowley rolls his hips into Aziraphale's questing palm just to drive the point home. ]
Reckon I'd still get a helping hand when I'm all sweaty and covered in old plaster dust...?
[ Crowley rolls his hips into Aziraphale's questing palm just to drive the point home. ]
Reckon I'd still get a helping hand when I'm all sweaty and covered in old plaster dust...?
[Imagine that, an attempt at talking dirty can bring about such a look of adoration. Aziraphale should really try doing it more often.
The kiss stirs up both his love and his desire, and by the time Crowley pulls away, he's quite dizzy with both. He gives him a beatific smile, a hand winding into his russet hair.]
Then there's no point in looking through a book, darling. I have everything I need right here.
[He rests his other hand on his own abdomen, tapping his fingers there absently.]
So, what do you think? Should I give pleasuring myself a go? Or do I need that demonstration first?
The kiss stirs up both his love and his desire, and by the time Crowley pulls away, he's quite dizzy with both. He gives him a beatific smile, a hand winding into his russet hair.]
Then there's no point in looking through a book, darling. I have everything I need right here.
[He rests his other hand on his own abdomen, tapping his fingers there absently.]
So, what do you think? Should I give pleasuring myself a go? Or do I need that demonstration first?
[Aziraphale beams at the compliment, sliding his hand a bit further and lightly stroking the inside of Crowley's thigh.]
You'd get both, dear. Maybe even a helping mouth.
[It's all too easy to imagine Crowley in some flattering workman's clothes, skin glistening from his hard work, although even in his fantasy, the angel is fussily brushing plaster dust out of his lover's hair.]
And a bath, too.
You'd get both, dear. Maybe even a helping mouth.
[It's all too easy to imagine Crowley in some flattering workman's clothes, skin glistening from his hard work, although even in his fantasy, the angel is fussily brushing plaster dust out of his lover's hair.]
And a bath, too.
[ Crowley gives a cheeky grin as he feels the rush of lust through Aziraphale, and his hand wanders to stroke little patterns along his hip and thigh, before coming to rest on the hand over Aziraphale's abdomen. Just a little temptation as Crowley repositions himself to kiss a trail up and down the angel's neck. ]
I think. I think. If it's something that you'd be interested in trying, I am, as they say, here for it.
[ Sucking a slow, tender kiss into the soft dip of Aziraphale's shoulder, Crowley finally leans back, propping himself up on his elbow so he can study Aziraphale - a pastime he's never tired of in all of 6000 years, and now he doesn't even have to hide his adoration behind a pair of shades. ]
I don't think there's any order we have to do things in, 'specially if you're raring to go.
I think. I think. If it's something that you'd be interested in trying, I am, as they say, here for it.
[ Sucking a slow, tender kiss into the soft dip of Aziraphale's shoulder, Crowley finally leans back, propping himself up on his elbow so he can study Aziraphale - a pastime he's never tired of in all of 6000 years, and now he doesn't even have to hide his adoration behind a pair of shades. ]
I don't think there's any order we have to do things in, 'specially if you're raring to go.
[ There is no known language outside the bedroom where the order of stuttering and breathless sounds Crowley just made form any kind of coherent words. His muscles spasm under Aziraphale's fingers and his body gives an involuntary jolt, caught between feeling pleasure and feeling ticklish. ]
Fuck me, angel, I love all those things.
[ He's gives a soft pant of laughter, quite beside himself with affection, and encircles Aziraphale in his arms. It's so easy to imagine a life together - a cozy cottage near the sea with a garden. Flowers in the spring, kissing berry stained lips in the summer, picking fruit in the autumn, and cuddled up by a fire with cocoa (and maybe a nip of brandy splashed in) during the winter. ]
...I especially love you.
Fuck me, angel, I love all those things.
[ He's gives a soft pant of laughter, quite beside himself with affection, and encircles Aziraphale in his arms. It's so easy to imagine a life together - a cozy cottage near the sea with a garden. Flowers in the spring, kissing berry stained lips in the summer, picking fruit in the autumn, and cuddled up by a fire with cocoa (and maybe a nip of brandy splashed in) during the winter. ]
...I especially love you.
[Aziraphale considers the question. Is he raring to go? Crowley's kisses and wandering touch have certainly helped, as does the fact that Crowley is, as he said, here for it. Quite literally, lying next to him, wearing nothing but an encouraging smile.]
Well... all right. Feel free to join in whenever you like.
[He slides his hand out from under Crowley's and tentatively grasps his own Effort, which is already fully erect. It's pleasant -- not quite the same jolt of arousal as when Crowley touched him, but he can see the appeal. He slides his hand up and down, a look of concentration on his face as he experiments with the pressure of his grip.]
Oh... that's rather nice. It's better when it's you, but...
[He swipes the tip with his thumb and gasps softly, not expecting it to be so sensitive to his own touch.]
How remarkable...
Well... all right. Feel free to join in whenever you like.
[He slides his hand out from under Crowley's and tentatively grasps his own Effort, which is already fully erect. It's pleasant -- not quite the same jolt of arousal as when Crowley touched him, but he can see the appeal. He slides his hand up and down, a look of concentration on his face as he experiments with the pressure of his grip.]
Oh... that's rather nice. It's better when it's you, but...
[He swipes the tip with his thumb and gasps softly, not expecting it to be so sensitive to his own touch.]
How remarkable...
[Feeling that not quite ticklish twitch underneath his fingers, Aziraphale rubs more firmly, chuckling a little at Crowley's turn of phrase. Didn't I just do that? he nearly asks, but Crowley once again takes his breath away before he even has a chance to speak. He cuddles in close, planting kisses up Crowley's neck and along his jaw.]
I love you, too.
[He seals his words with a kiss, pressing his lips to Crowley's, never tiring of the demon's taste. Sweeter than any berry, more intoxicating than any alcohol.]
I'm very much looking forward to tomorrow. And every day after that, with you.
I love you, too.
[He seals his words with a kiss, pressing his lips to Crowley's, never tiring of the demon's taste. Sweeter than any berry, more intoxicating than any alcohol.]
I'm very much looking forward to tomorrow. And every day after that, with you.
It really is...
[ Crowley has that dazed sort of look again as his eyes rake over Aziraphale, love and desire roiling inside of him. Taking Aziraphales free hand, he presses kisses into his palm, his lips trailing up the pads of the angel's soft fingers. ]
I know I sound like a broken record, but you really are a marvel.
[ Crowley snaps his fingers and the lights dim, replaced by the soft orange glow of scented candles hovering around the bed. And they are quite buried in satin-soft rose petals.
Crowley coughs out a few and frowns. He waves away the flowery heap until to a more sufficiently romantic amount. ]
Might've gone a bit overboard there - sorry about that.
[ Crowley has that dazed sort of look again as his eyes rake over Aziraphale, love and desire roiling inside of him. Taking Aziraphales free hand, he presses kisses into his palm, his lips trailing up the pads of the angel's soft fingers. ]
I know I sound like a broken record, but you really are a marvel.
[ Crowley snaps his fingers and the lights dim, replaced by the soft orange glow of scented candles hovering around the bed. And they are quite buried in satin-soft rose petals.
Crowley coughs out a few and frowns. He waves away the flowery heap until to a more sufficiently romantic amount. ]
Might've gone a bit overboard there - sorry about that.
Every day...
[ Crowley sounds awestruck by this possibility. Every day, spent just how they'd like in a life they build together. Something of their very own, to have and hold in their hands. Something that couldn't be taken from them by Heaven or Hell.
Crowley spent so many centuries trying to break the leads and chains Hell constantly attached to him, it's hard to get used to the fact that finally - finally - after all these years, he's free, and Aziraphale is free, and they can finally choose and they've chosen each other.
Such a wild notion. ]
I'm looking forward to it too, angel. Little nervous, but...
[ He's not sure 'but' would be. It's too big and too new to describe, and so he holds Aziraphale close, returning each kiss and hopes that conveys whatever his faltering words can't. ]
[ Crowley sounds awestruck by this possibility. Every day, spent just how they'd like in a life they build together. Something of their very own, to have and hold in their hands. Something that couldn't be taken from them by Heaven or Hell.
Crowley spent so many centuries trying to break the leads and chains Hell constantly attached to him, it's hard to get used to the fact that finally - finally - after all these years, he's free, and Aziraphale is free, and they can finally choose and they've chosen each other.
Such a wild notion. ]
I'm looking forward to it too, angel. Little nervous, but...
[ He's not sure 'but' would be. It's too big and too new to describe, and so he holds Aziraphale close, returning each kiss and hopes that conveys whatever his faltering words can't. ]
[Aziraphale laughs softly, although he isn't immune to the praise. His cheeks turn rosy pink, his eyes watching Crowley with a similar look of love and desire.
Then the rose petals descend like a rainstorm.]
Crowley...
[He brushes a few out of his hair, looking more amused than annoyed. Aside from the excess, it really is a nice touch.]
I should hope you don't need to drown yourself in rose petals every time you pleasure yourself, dear.
[He resumes stroking himself, his breath catching, no less aroused from the brief interruption. Crowley looks so fetching in the candlelight, he keeps looking at him while he touches himself, clearly enjoying the experience.]
Then the rose petals descend like a rainstorm.]
Crowley...
[He brushes a few out of his hair, looking more amused than annoyed. Aside from the excess, it really is a nice touch.]
I should hope you don't need to drown yourself in rose petals every time you pleasure yourself, dear.
[He resumes stroking himself, his breath catching, no less aroused from the brief interruption. Crowley looks so fetching in the candlelight, he keeps looking at him while he touches himself, clearly enjoying the experience.]
Every day, my dearest.
[Crowley's awe is matched by the serenity in Aziraphale's voice, his expression one of pure joy. Aziraphale may not have protested as vocally about the control Heaven had over them, but in his heart, he had longed for the opportunity to simply be with Crowley without putting either of them in jeopardy.
When Crowley admits to a bit of nerves, he gives him another kiss and strokes his side reassuringly.]
It is strange that I'm not? We've spent nearly every day together since the Apocalypse was averted, and all it's done is make me love you more. Sharing a home will only add to that, I'm sure of it.
[Crowley's awe is matched by the serenity in Aziraphale's voice, his expression one of pure joy. Aziraphale may not have protested as vocally about the control Heaven had over them, but in his heart, he had longed for the opportunity to simply be with Crowley without putting either of them in jeopardy.
When Crowley admits to a bit of nerves, he gives him another kiss and strokes his side reassuringly.]
It is strange that I'm not? We've spent nearly every day together since the Apocalypse was averted, and all it's done is make me love you more. Sharing a home will only add to that, I'm sure of it.
[ Crowley gives a weak chuckle. So what if he might have buried himself in flower petals when he had a good wank? Maybe he just has a thing for silky softness, and can anyone actually blame him?
Deciding he'd much rather occupy his mouth with other things than implicate himself in having some rather peculiar fixations, he draws Aziraphale's index finger between his lips, sucking on it gently as his forked tongue curls around the digit.
He's never been so hard as now, watching Aziraphale stroke himself, yellow eyes half-lidded as he drags his fingers down Aziraphale's palm, over the sensitive skin of his wrist, tracing the path of the veins as Crowley feels the thrum of his pulse. ]
Deciding he'd much rather occupy his mouth with other things than implicate himself in having some rather peculiar fixations, he draws Aziraphale's index finger between his lips, sucking on it gently as his forked tongue curls around the digit.
He's never been so hard as now, watching Aziraphale stroke himself, yellow eyes half-lidded as he drags his fingers down Aziraphale's palm, over the sensitive skin of his wrist, tracing the path of the veins as Crowley feels the thrum of his pulse. ]
[That laugh-that-quite-isn't-one tells Aziraphale a lot, and he turns his head, kissing Crowley's shoulder.]
It's lovely, dear. Truly. Thank you.
[Crowley is doing his best to make Aziraphale comfortable, and the angel appreciates it deeply. Any chance of becoming self-conscious evaporates in the heated look Crowley gives him, and he lets out a soft whine when he feels that clever tongue curl around his finger. It reminds him of Crowley's mouth upon his cock, the very first thing Crowley did to bring him to orgasm, that same burning adoration in the demon's yellow eyes.
He miracles a bit of slick onto his hand and quickens his strokes, hips arching a little off the mattress. Suddenly he's quite close, all thanks to recent memories colliding with the here-and-now of Crowley's touch.]
It's lovely, dear. Truly. Thank you.
[Crowley is doing his best to make Aziraphale comfortable, and the angel appreciates it deeply. Any chance of becoming self-conscious evaporates in the heated look Crowley gives him, and he lets out a soft whine when he feels that clever tongue curl around his finger. It reminds him of Crowley's mouth upon his cock, the very first thing Crowley did to bring him to orgasm, that same burning adoration in the demon's yellow eyes.
He miracles a bit of slick onto his hand and quickens his strokes, hips arching a little off the mattress. Suddenly he's quite close, all thanks to recent memories colliding with the here-and-now of Crowley's touch.]
[ Crowley gives a soft chuckle. No, he thinks, it's not entirely strange. It always strikes him how, in so many regards, they're very similar, and Aziraphale wanting to be the one to dive in head first while Crowley is still wrapping his head around things only highlights that.
And there is nothing that quite reassures his many anxieties like Aziraphale's kiss and touch. Crowley visibly relaxes, exhaling his tension into the crook of Aziraphale's neck. ]
You're right - known each other for six thousand years - if we haven't driven each other up the wall yet, I don't think it's going to happen.
And there is nothing that quite reassures his many anxieties like Aziraphale's kiss and touch. Crowley visibly relaxes, exhaling his tension into the crook of Aziraphale's neck. ]
You're right - known each other for six thousand years - if we haven't driven each other up the wall yet, I don't think it's going to happen.
[Aziraphale laughs quietly, placing his hand on the crown of Crowley's head and gently scratching at his scalp, mindful of his braid.]
As I told you that first night we were together, I'm all caught up to you now. I can't imagine anything changing that.
[The angel may need some time (like, say, over a century) to come around on an idea, but once he puts his mind to something, he really does give it his all.]
But it's all right to be a little nervous, too. It takes time to settle into new routines.
As I told you that first night we were together, I'm all caught up to you now. I can't imagine anything changing that.
[The angel may need some time (like, say, over a century) to come around on an idea, but once he puts his mind to something, he really does give it his all.]
But it's all right to be a little nervous, too. It takes time to settle into new routines.
The Black Knight has been captured at last!
The news buzzes through Arthur's halls at light speed. Sir Aziraphale has finally caught that wretched scoundrel who was causing all that fuss.
Crowley, in the meantime, was trussed up, slung over Aziraphale's shoulder, and having a bit of a religious experience over the whole thing.
This was the ox and the oysters all over again, wasn't it? Bloody bastard of an angel.
Well, if this was punishment for suggesting one too many times that they should work together to further their respective sides agendas, then he wishes that Hell would take notes.
"You shock me angel," Crowley says, managing to keep the smug grin out of his voice. "I didn't take you for being into rough stuff."
The news buzzes through Arthur's halls at light speed. Sir Aziraphale has finally caught that wretched scoundrel who was causing all that fuss.
Crowley, in the meantime, was trussed up, slung over Aziraphale's shoulder, and having a bit of a religious experience over the whole thing.
This was the ox and the oysters all over again, wasn't it? Bloody bastard of an angel.
Well, if this was punishment for suggesting one too many times that they should work together to further their respective sides agendas, then he wishes that Hell would take notes.
"You shock me angel," Crowley says, managing to keep the smug grin out of his voice. "I didn't take you for being into rough stuff."
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