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
You - !
[ Crowley spins on his heel after Aziraphale, following him up the stairs. The light touch to his chest may as well be a vice for how obediently Crowley follows. ]
I should have learned by now I can never distract you long from cake. Go get yourself nice and comfortable, angel, I'll bring you your goodies and help you unwind.
[ Crowley spins on his heel after Aziraphale, following him up the stairs. The light touch to his chest may as well be a vice for how obediently Crowley follows. ]
I should have learned by now I can never distract you long from cake. Go get yourself nice and comfortable, angel, I'll bring you your goodies and help you unwind.
Oh. And what of your aubergine, dear? You seemed to express some interest in that and some donuts.
I admit, rather an odd combination, but perhaps it goes well with the chips.
[ He'll keep an open mind as he takes the cake out. It's almost too pretty to cut up and eat. But... not quite, and Aziraphale helps himself to a slice. He offers one to Crowley. ]
I admit, rather an odd combination, but perhaps it goes well with the chips.
[ He'll keep an open mind as he takes the cake out. It's almost too pretty to cut up and eat. But... not quite, and Aziraphale helps himself to a slice. He offers one to Crowley. ]
Just a little one for me, love. It'll be at least another week before I binge.
[ Crowley had put his odd metabolism down to just being one of his snakelike qualities, like his eyes and tongue. For a couple of days every handful of months, he'd be insatiable; snacking constantly, and eating full meals. And then he'd become lethargic, nap for a day or two and wake up feeling refreshed.
He's fishing out the wine when Aziraphale brings up the aubergine. And then bursts out laughing. ]
It - Aziraphale - it's - I wasn't actually talking about an actual aubergine. I was being cheeky. It's innuendo.
[ Crowley had put his odd metabolism down to just being one of his snakelike qualities, like his eyes and tongue. For a couple of days every handful of months, he'd be insatiable; snacking constantly, and eating full meals. And then he'd become lethargic, nap for a day or two and wake up feeling refreshed.
He's fishing out the wine when Aziraphale brings up the aubergine. And then bursts out laughing. ]
It - Aziraphale - it's - I wasn't actually talking about an actual aubergine. I was being cheeky. It's innuendo.
[ Aziraphale is more than familiar with Crowley's eating habits and napping habits, so he makes a very small slice for him and wonders what he's going to binge on this time. His appetite and cravings are... sometimes odd, to Aziraphale, but he never questions it, really.
He doesn't think the aubergine is that odd, but-- ]
Innuendo? For what?
[ He can't imagine what a gigantic purple vegetable is supposed to represent. Perhaps it refers to its cousin, the white eggplant, which resembles an egg, and does quite look like... a nice round shape, he supposes. ]
He doesn't think the aubergine is that odd, but-- ]
Innuendo? For what?
[ He can't imagine what a gigantic purple vegetable is supposed to represent. Perhaps it refers to its cousin, the white eggplant, which resembles an egg, and does quite look like... a nice round shape, he supposes. ]
[ Crowley is still chuckling as he takes the offered plate. ]
Years of being friends with Wilde, the master of double and triple entendres, and yet the significance of the aubergine eludes you. Mmm, to tell or not to tell - ?
[ Crowley rests his chin on Aziraphale's shoulder, pressing a light kiss to the skin over his collar. ]
Years of being friends with Wilde, the master of double and triple entendres, and yet the significance of the aubergine eludes you. Mmm, to tell or not to tell - ?
[ Crowley rests his chin on Aziraphale's shoulder, pressing a light kiss to the skin over his collar. ]
Yes, well, I often expected those from Oscar.
[ He stands in mock offense that Crowley would question Aziraphale's ability to understand such visual play on words, particularly since he was very good at hieroglyphics. ]
Will you just be out with it? What is the aubergine? And where are your donuts?
[ He stands in mock offense that Crowley would question Aziraphale's ability to understand such visual play on words, particularly since he was very good at hieroglyphics. ]
Will you just be out with it? What is the aubergine? And where are your donuts?
And not me? I'm wounded!
[ Crowley flings himself from Aziraphale to drape over the countertop and languish. The theatrics, of course, stop almost as soon as they start, because Crowley is always eager to explain things. Humanity's first teacher indeed. ]
It's meant to be an erection. The little leaves at the top look like the crown, and the bulbous base, a lovely set of purple balls.
[ Crowley flings himself from Aziraphale to drape over the countertop and languish. The theatrics, of course, stop almost as soon as they start, because Crowley is always eager to explain things. Humanity's first teacher indeed. ]
It's meant to be an erection. The little leaves at the top look like the crown, and the bulbous base, a lovely set of purple balls.
Edited (1am and my brain can't grammar) 2020-03-30 05:11 (UTC)
[ He's about to peel Crowley off the countertop but then-- ]
I... suppose.
[ He pulls out the phone and re-reads the message. ]
...So... you want to--
[ He gestures vaguely ]
--While I eat a--
I... suppose.
[ He pulls out the phone and re-reads the message. ]
...So... you want to--
[ He gestures vaguely ]
--While I eat a--
--[ GASP! ]
Crowley! My goodness!
[ He goes to nervously adjust glasses that aren't on his face and turns bright glowing red. ]
Crowley! My goodness!
[ He goes to nervously adjust glasses that aren't on his face and turns bright glowing red. ]
I want you, Crowley. Always.
[If Crowley is taking a sacrament, then Aziraphale's words are a benediction. All the love he has, his personal grace, he offers it to his beloved without condition or restriction. It pours from him like a river, shining in his eyes as he curves his hand to Crowley's cheek in a tender caress.
When Crowley takes him into his mouth, he cries out, eyes shutting and head falling back into the pillows. It is more intense than he ever could have imagined, because it's Crowley, Crowley, always Crowley. He brings his hand back into Crowley's hair, the other groping blindly for his shoulder, wanting to touch as much of him as he can.]
[If Crowley is taking a sacrament, then Aziraphale's words are a benediction. All the love he has, his personal grace, he offers it to his beloved without condition or restriction. It pours from him like a river, shining in his eyes as he curves his hand to Crowley's cheek in a tender caress.
When Crowley takes him into his mouth, he cries out, eyes shutting and head falling back into the pillows. It is more intense than he ever could have imagined, because it's Crowley, Crowley, always Crowley. He brings his hand back into Crowley's hair, the other groping blindly for his shoulder, wanting to touch as much of him as he can.]
I'm glad you're not there. Even if we'd never met, you were given a chance to not be miserable on Earth.
They can't all be winners. Even Will had a couple of bad ones. Remember how I had to leave halfway through Titus Andronicus?
There's a difference between our corporations and our essences, but perhaps you're right. We've touched each other's wings, and those aren't merely in the physical plane. Speaking of consecrated ground, some time soon I'd like to properly thank you for coming into that church for me.
Yes, but I wanted to give you fair warning, because I also know how much you enjoy complaining about how I've made a right mess of your hair.
They can't all be winners. Even Will had a couple of bad ones. Remember how I had to leave halfway through Titus Andronicus?
There's a difference between our corporations and our essences, but perhaps you're right. We've touched each other's wings, and those aren't merely in the physical plane. Speaking of consecrated ground, some time soon I'd like to properly thank you for coming into that church for me.
Yes, but I wanted to give you fair warning, because I also know how much you enjoy complaining about how I've made a right mess of your hair.
[ Crowley looks puzzled because, quite frankly, what he'd texted was nothing they hadn't already done to each other before, in varying positions, and on most available flat surfaces in the shop (including the ceiling). And they had certainly laughed and joked about it in far more open terms than emojis.
Which meant there was a miscommunication. Not the kind that led to Aziraphale thinking Crowley was resorting to desperate measures and then the demon taking an overlong nap about it. This was a fun miscommunication, and Crowley slithers back on over to the angel, grinning devilishly. ]
Ohh yessss, angel.
[ And he draws out the hiss, snaking his long arms around Aziraphale's shoulders. ]
Whatever you're imagining, that's definitely it.
[ He'd love to know what's so scandalous to Aziraphale; a hedonist among hedonists who got up to who-knows-what in his Discreet Gentleman's Club. ]
Which meant there was a miscommunication. Not the kind that led to Aziraphale thinking Crowley was resorting to desperate measures and then the demon taking an overlong nap about it. This was a fun miscommunication, and Crowley slithers back on over to the angel, grinning devilishly. ]
Ohh yessss, angel.
[ And he draws out the hiss, snaking his long arms around Aziraphale's shoulders. ]
Whatever you're imagining, that's definitely it.
[ He'd love to know what's so scandalous to Aziraphale; a hedonist among hedonists who got up to who-knows-what in his Discreet Gentleman's Club. ]
[ He relaxes a little, though he's bright red still. And even though he doesn't bat an eye whenever discussing sex acts in a general sense, he does when they pertain to him. Imagining himself and Crowley engaging in such acts is a much less clinical, much more personal thing.
Aziraphale takes a long gulp as he tries to quell his imagination from running away, though his hand trembles as he fruitlessly offers Crowley some cake. ]
Naughty boy.
[ He starts, smiling, exasperated. ]
I admit, I do miss the fashion of... more descriptive erotic letters.
Certainly wouldn't have sent you to the grocery if I knew your intentions.
Aziraphale takes a long gulp as he tries to quell his imagination from running away, though his hand trembles as he fruitlessly offers Crowley some cake. ]
Naughty boy.
[ He starts, smiling, exasperated. ]
I admit, I do miss the fashion of... more descriptive erotic letters.
Certainly wouldn't have sent you to the grocery if I knew your intentions.
[ Always had me, Crowley thinks. Maybe not like this, but he had always Aziraphale's. He doesn't think there's much of anything that will change that going forward.
These are the last coherent thoughts Crowley has before being utterly overcome - Aziraphale's scent, his taste, the whole feel of him is everywhere. It's staggering, and yet he wants more. Needs more. He takes the hand on his shoulder in his own so that Aziraphale doesn't have to reach so far to touch him, and he gives an encouraging squeeze.
Crowley adjusts his jaw, the flat of his tongue flexing hard up against the underside of Aziraphale's cock, and then pulls upward, dragging the wet heat of his mouth over the length. And then, demon that he is, begins his torment in earnest, licking and sucking to vary the degrees of stimulus, occasionally pulling away to nip at his hipbone, or kiss his belly and thighs. ]
These are the last coherent thoughts Crowley has before being utterly overcome - Aziraphale's scent, his taste, the whole feel of him is everywhere. It's staggering, and yet he wants more. Needs more. He takes the hand on his shoulder in his own so that Aziraphale doesn't have to reach so far to touch him, and he gives an encouraging squeeze.
Crowley adjusts his jaw, the flat of his tongue flexing hard up against the underside of Aziraphale's cock, and then pulls upward, dragging the wet heat of his mouth over the length. And then, demon that he is, begins his torment in earnest, licking and sucking to vary the degrees of stimulus, occasionally pulling away to nip at his hipbone, or kiss his belly and thighs. ]
glad to be here too. like it better since it's here with you
i do! i was ready to give it a miss entirely but u like those gloomy plays. nearly lost my lunch a quarter of the way thru.
yeah, like i said, we'll go slow, but we should be alright. it's not like we're some entirely different species. and u don't have to thank me, not for that.
i'll complain neway bc u know i love 2 do that 2 ;) 2 birds, one stone.
i do! i was ready to give it a miss entirely but u like those gloomy plays. nearly lost my lunch a quarter of the way thru.
yeah, like i said, we'll go slow, but we should be alright. it's not like we're some entirely different species. and u don't have to thank me, not for that.
i'll complain neway bc u know i love 2 do that 2 ;) 2 birds, one stone.
[ Crowley kisses the back of Aziraphale's neck and then his rosy cheeks before taking a nibble of cake. ]
Can't help it. You bring out the devil in me.
[ He hums, returning his chin to Aziraphale's shoulder. For a demon, Crowley is really quite clingy. ]
Should I be a bit more verbose with my sexts from now on then? O angel, unto thee I beseech - thine eyes, turquoise pools, thine arse, a perfect peach?
Can't help it. You bring out the devil in me.
[ He hums, returning his chin to Aziraphale's shoulder. For a demon, Crowley is really quite clingy. ]
Should I be a bit more verbose with my sexts from now on then? O angel, unto thee I beseech - thine eyes, turquoise pools, thine arse, a perfect peach?
They're not turquoise, they're barely blue.
[ He playfully swats at Crowley's arm.
Two can play at this game, as Aziraphale dramatically swoons. ]
Lustful demon! I resist, and yet, thy heated look doth hypnotize, and thy arms a fire stoke, til I, dove in the venomous mouth of a serpent, am succumb.
[ He playfully swats at Crowley's arm.
Two can play at this game, as Aziraphale dramatically swoons. ]
Lustful demon! I resist, and yet, thy heated look doth hypnotize, and thy arms a fire stoke, til I, dove in the venomous mouth of a serpent, am succumb.
Haven't got venom, m'a constrictor. Could definitely eat you up though, dove.
[ And thus Crowley constricts, hugging Aziraphale close and mouthing exaggerated 'bites' over the side of his face, his ear, down his neck and over his shoulder. There is nothing Crowley is more enthusiastic about putting in his mouth than Aziraphale. ]
Mmm - very tassssty. Whatever shall you do in my wicked clutches...?
[ And thus Crowley constricts, hugging Aziraphale close and mouthing exaggerated 'bites' over the side of his face, his ear, down his neck and over his shoulder. There is nothing Crowley is more enthusiastic about putting in his mouth than Aziraphale. ]
Mmm - very tassssty. Whatever shall you do in my wicked clutches...?
[ He laughs a little bit as Crowley holds him tighter. ]
--That tickles!
[ Though he happily tries to catch Crowley's mouth with his. ]
I suppose now, bringer of evil, harbinger of ruin, that I must do whatever it is pleases thy wretched heart.
[ He pauses to check that he hasn't gone too far. ]
--That tickles!
[ Though he happily tries to catch Crowley's mouth with his. ]
I suppose now, bringer of evil, harbinger of ruin, that I must do whatever it is pleases thy wretched heart.
[ He pauses to check that he hasn't gone too far. ]
[ Crowley likes this game. They've played it a long time, long before they ever got together. Get thee behind me, foul fiend and such. It carried about as much malice as 'my dear boy' from Aziraphale, and so it had never once bothered Crowley. ]
A sweet surrender to thine lusty foe; be strong, o dove, besieged by temptations I will bestow.
[ In one swift motion, Crowley scoops him up, grinning from ear to ear. ]
A lair! A lair! Oh my kingdom for a lair!
A sweet surrender to thine lusty foe; be strong, o dove, besieged by temptations I will bestow.
[ In one swift motion, Crowley scoops him up, grinning from ear to ear. ]
A lair! A lair! Oh my kingdom for a lair!
[ He shrieks as he's let up, but it falls to peals of laughter, and he puts his arms around Crowley and lets him try. ]
Victory is yours, evil most foul. If thou takest innocence mine, be swift as a bull and gentle as a tortoise!
Or, o, on another thought, be gentle as a bull and swift as a tortoise.
[ He attempts to waggle his brows.
He is not good at it. ]
Victory is yours, evil most foul. If thou takest innocence mine, be swift as a bull and gentle as a tortoise!
Or, o, on another thought, be gentle as a bull and swift as a tortoise.
[ He attempts to waggle his brows.
He is not good at it. ]
Innocence...
[ Crowley wheezes incredulously, nearly stumbling into a stack of books from the angel's outrageous assessment of himself. The valiant attempt at an eyebrow waggle really sells it. ]
Oh dove, I suspect thine innocence a ruse to hide a harrier.
[ Finally, Crowley deposits the angel on their bed in their nest of pillows. Truly the perfect lair for such a wicked creature. ]
[ Crowley wheezes incredulously, nearly stumbling into a stack of books from the angel's outrageous assessment of himself. The valiant attempt at an eyebrow waggle really sells it. ]
Oh dove, I suspect thine innocence a ruse to hide a harrier.
[ Finally, Crowley deposits the angel on their bed in their nest of pillows. Truly the perfect lair for such a wicked creature. ]
I do beg thy pardon!
[ He throws his arm back and dramatically looks away, though sometimes he glances back towards Crowley to see if he's still watching. ]
Dost thou question an angel of his innocence? His chastity?
[ He can't even manage to fake a blush, though he's trying very hard to keep from laughing. ]
[ He throws his arm back and dramatically looks away, though sometimes he glances back towards Crowley to see if he's still watching. ]
Dost thou question an angel of his innocence? His chastity?
[ He can't even manage to fake a blush, though he's trying very hard to keep from laughing. ]
[ Oh, Crowley is watching alright, as though he could ever peel his eyes off Aziraphale. And he is so close to losing it, he actually has to bite down on his knuckles. Those little glances as Aziraphale lets go and enjoys pulling his own theatrics - Crowley loves every second of it. ]
Methinks this kestrel angel has a voracious appetite for serpents. No snake's sweet swallow art thou, but a swallower of snakes?
[ He wraps Aziraphale in his arms, kissing into the crook of his neck. It's so lovely and warm to hold him while dressed in his cardigan. ]
My coils keep you, and we'll see what dove's down doth disguise.
Methinks this kestrel angel has a voracious appetite for serpents. No snake's sweet swallow art thou, but a swallower of snakes?
[ He wraps Aziraphale in his arms, kissing into the crook of his neck. It's so lovely and warm to hold him while dressed in his cardigan. ]
My coils keep you, and we'll see what dove's down doth disguise.
[Aziraphale threads his fingers with Crowley's and holds tight, needing that anchor as his corporation floods with pleasure, threatening to wash him away. The demon is both his tormentor and his salvation, alighting every nerve with his clever lips and tongue, only to pull off of him and leaving a desperate ache in his place. He tugs restlessly with his other hand, but does not try to direct Crowley, trusting that the demon will care for him as he always has.]
My darling, your mouth is a miracle... I'd be so lost without you...
[The stacks of books around him, he thinks heretically, are nothing but wasted paper, now that he knows what it's like to be with the one he loves.]
My darling, your mouth is a miracle... I'd be so lost without you...
[The stacks of books around him, he thinks heretically, are nothing but wasted paper, now that he knows what it's like to be with the one he loves.]
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