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
Everything is better with you, dear.
I like tragedies, but that particular one was... I believe the phrase is 'torture porn'? If I'd know what we were in for, I wouldn't have talked you into going. I hope I made it up to you with a Midsummer Night's Dream. I remember you liking that one.
That's true. Switching bodies with you was far easier than possessing Marjorie, and she was a very receptive host. It might not so much be that we are an angel and a demon, but that we'd be two celestial beings in one corporation that's the true risk. We'll be careful. And I'll thank you all I want, and then some.
As long as we are both on the same page. May I braid your hair, also, if you grow it out?
I like tragedies, but that particular one was... I believe the phrase is 'torture porn'? If I'd know what we were in for, I wouldn't have talked you into going. I hope I made it up to you with a Midsummer Night's Dream. I remember you liking that one.
That's true. Switching bodies with you was far easier than possessing Marjorie, and she was a very receptive host. It might not so much be that we are an angel and a demon, but that we'd be two celestial beings in one corporation that's the true risk. We'll be careful. And I'll thank you all I want, and then some.
As long as we are both on the same page. May I braid your hair, also, if you grow it out?
Crude as thou art, thou will not find a fox here under cover of feather, merely a rabbit!
[ As if rabbits are a paragon of chastity and virtue. He bites back a mean as Crowley starts to kiss him, but he can't disguise the heft in his breathing.
He locks eyes with Crowley, and the look in his eyes is plain: fond, loving, waiting on bated breath for more; his hands tremble not with nervousness but with holding back from guiding Crowley's touch.
Caught in the moment, he carefully scans Crowley's face and feels his traitorous hand on Crowley's cheek before he realizes that it's moved at all. Fully entranced, he breaks his character, whispering: ]
I love you.
[ As if rabbits are a paragon of chastity and virtue. He bites back a mean as Crowley starts to kiss him, but he can't disguise the heft in his breathing.
He locks eyes with Crowley, and the look in his eyes is plain: fond, loving, waiting on bated breath for more; his hands tremble not with nervousness but with holding back from guiding Crowley's touch.
Caught in the moment, he carefully scans Crowley's face and feels his traitorous hand on Crowley's cheek before he realizes that it's moved at all. Fully entranced, he breaks his character, whispering: ]
I love you.
[ Crowley gazes up at him, certain the grin he's sporting makes him look rather dazed and dumb. ]
Could stay down here forever, angel. Take care of this any time you want - never tasted anything better.
[ As if for emphasis, he licks a bead of pre from the tip, before engulfing the entire length of Aziraphale's cock in his mouth once more. There's no more teasing, tortuous medley of sensations, but now the demon is sucking greedily in earnest, tongue stroking up and down the shaft. ]
Could stay down here forever, angel. Take care of this any time you want - never tasted anything better.
[ As if for emphasis, he licks a bead of pre from the tip, before engulfing the entire length of Aziraphale's cock in his mouth once more. There's no more teasing, tortuous medley of sensations, but now the demon is sucking greedily in earnest, tongue stroking up and down the shaft. ]
i do try to spice things up, yes, glad u noticed ;)
that wasn't porn, angel. i know what porn is, it's meant to titillate, not nauseate. it was just torture. but midsummer night's dream was good. liked watching it with you. we should catch a production of it again whenever u like? maybe one where we can throw things at the stage like in the old days?
my corporations pretty sturdy. passed thru a wall of fire, no problem. could probably handle getting extra cozy with u. and angel, u don't have to thank me for trying 2 apologize 2 u.
[ Somewhere, Crowley's brain actually short circuits. There's a good few minutes before he sends his next text. ]
pls do. growing my hair out rite now.
that wasn't porn, angel. i know what porn is, it's meant to titillate, not nauseate. it was just torture. but midsummer night's dream was good. liked watching it with you. we should catch a production of it again whenever u like? maybe one where we can throw things at the stage like in the old days?
my corporations pretty sturdy. passed thru a wall of fire, no problem. could probably handle getting extra cozy with u. and angel, u don't have to thank me for trying 2 apologize 2 u.
[ Somewhere, Crowley's brain actually short circuits. There's a good few minutes before he sends his next text. ]
pls do. growing my hair out rite now.
[ Crowley knows exactly what rabbits get up to in their little dens, which makes them much more apt an association with Aziraphale. He's about to say as much when the angel gives him that look, touches his cheek just so - he pulls him close, leg thrown over him as well, and presses the softest of kisses to his lips. ]
I love you too, Aziraphale.
[ He tilts his head, kissing into the palm that had rested on his cheek. ]
...Fluffy rabbit that you are.
I love you too, Aziraphale.
[ He tilts his head, kissing into the palm that had rested on his cheek. ]
...Fluffy rabbit that you are.
Quite think I resemble more of a sheep, really.
[ He scrunches his nose and pulls Crowley in for a kiss that lingers just the slightest bit longer than the one he'd just been given. He's greedy like that. ]
And you...
[ He pauses for a second, pointing a finger accusingly on Crowley's chest. ]
Are a menace! Do-I-swallow-snakes, could hardly keep a straight face!
[ He scrunches his nose and pulls Crowley in for a kiss that lingers just the slightest bit longer than the one he'd just been given. He's greedy like that. ]
And you...
[ He pauses for a second, pointing a finger accusingly on Crowley's chest. ]
Are a menace! Do-I-swallow-snakes, could hardly keep a straight face!
Nahhhh, not a herd animal, not you. Anyway, I've seen curly rabbits before. Could be one of those. You even do this cute little nose thing and -
[ Crowley is promptly silenced by Aziraphale's kiss, and happily leans into it. His lips part to welcome him in, and his fingers slide into his hair.
When they break away, Crowley looks incredibly smug over the angel's faux outrage. ]
In my defense, I nearly discorporated when you mentioned your 'innocence'.
[ Crowley is promptly silenced by Aziraphale's kiss, and happily leans into it. His lips part to welcome him in, and his fingers slide into his hair.
When they break away, Crowley looks incredibly smug over the angel's faux outrage. ]
In my defense, I nearly discorporated when you mentioned your 'innocence'.
Oh? Suppose it is a bit of a stretch, isn't it?
[ With a hand on Crowley's shoulder and a leg around his waist, he gently shoves him over onto the bed and crawls over him on hands and knees. There aren't any angles he doesn't enjoy Crowley from, but he has a particular enjoyment of this one, in part because typically when Crowley is under him, he's moaning and writhing like his soul is too big to be caged in his body and rattles against it. His face contorted in pleasure could drive Aziraphale to ruin, he's exquisite.
There he is, looking down at Crowley as a starved lion does a fresh kill.
A thought passes through his mind, and his look snaps back to normal. ]
--Surely, people could have found a phallic symbol slightly more poetic than an aubergine. An eclair, perhaps!
[ With a hand on Crowley's shoulder and a leg around his waist, he gently shoves him over onto the bed and crawls over him on hands and knees. There aren't any angles he doesn't enjoy Crowley from, but he has a particular enjoyment of this one, in part because typically when Crowley is under him, he's moaning and writhing like his soul is too big to be caged in his body and rattles against it. His face contorted in pleasure could drive Aziraphale to ruin, he's exquisite.
There he is, looking down at Crowley as a starved lion does a fresh kill.
A thought passes through his mind, and his look snaps back to normal. ]
--Surely, people could have found a phallic symbol slightly more poetic than an aubergine. An eclair, perhaps!
[ Crowley chuckles into the warmth of Aziraphale's shoulder. ]
Only a bit. You do love your little plea-
[ Crowley finds himself quite suddenly flat on his back, and his breath leaves him at the sight of Aziraphale giving him the same look he has when they come around with the dessert tray at the Ritz. Crowley is all too happy to tempt him to a helping or two, letting his hands fall to the angel's hips.
And then they're back to their prior discussion, and scrunches up in a fit of silent laughter, pulling Aziraphale down into his arms. ]
An eclair! I never would of thought of it, but it's a better match; got the cream filling and doesn't taste like absolute rubbish.
Only a bit. You do love your little plea-
[ Crowley finds himself quite suddenly flat on his back, and his breath leaves him at the sight of Aziraphale giving him the same look he has when they come around with the dessert tray at the Ritz. Crowley is all too happy to tempt him to a helping or two, letting his hands fall to the angel's hips.
And then they're back to their prior discussion, and scrunches up in a fit of silent laughter, pulling Aziraphale down into his arms. ]
An eclair! I never would of thought of it, but it's a better match; got the cream filling and doesn't taste like absolute rubbish.
[Aziraphale must look nearly as dazed, blinking at Crowley as if his words are coming from a great distance. All that registers is that pleased grin and so he smiles in return, so full of affection that he nearly glows from it.]
I love you.
[He says it again on the tail of whimper while he watches Crowley lick the tip of his cock, he says it again with a groan when Crowley swallows him down. He says it over and over, gasps it like a mantra, as Crowley brings him to the peak of ecstasy. When it nearly gets to be too much, he pulls at Crowley's hair with a little more intent, heels digging into the mattress as if bracing himself for his climax.]
Oh... my dear... I'm so close -- !
I love you.
[He says it again on the tail of whimper while he watches Crowley lick the tip of his cock, he says it again with a groan when Crowley swallows him down. He says it over and over, gasps it like a mantra, as Crowley brings him to the peak of ecstasy. When it nearly gets to be too much, he pulls at Crowley's hair with a little more intent, heels digging into the mattress as if bracing himself for his climax.]
Oh... my dear... I'm so close -- !
An eclair!
[ He looks up from where he is, and grins, doing his best impression of a constrictor as he wraps himself around Crowley once pulled forth. ]
I do like eclairs.
[ Then, with his voice lowered and his eyes half-lidded, he adds: ]
I do like your eclair...
And you have interrupted my snack. As I recall, we were about to have cake. And chips.
[ He looks up from where he is, and grins, doing his best impression of a constrictor as he wraps himself around Crowley once pulled forth. ]
I do like eclairs.
[ Then, with his voice lowered and his eyes half-lidded, he adds: ]
I do like your eclair...
And you have interrupted my snack. As I recall, we were about to have cake. And chips.
Does that make you spicy, then?
I do question who would find that titillating, but revenge plays were very popular for a time, the gorier, the better. Yes, we should see it again, but I do not want to throw anything at the stage. It's one of the things I appreciate about modern theater, although I do miss shouting encouragement to the actors.
Yes, I'm well aware of how sturdy you are. But let's not limit the scenario to me inside of your body, for all we know it might need to go the other way around. And if anyone needed to apologize, it was me, but if it makes you feel better, I'll save my gratitude for the next kind thing you do for me, which means I won't have to wait long at all. ;)
The reply is far more than worth the wait.
Wonderful. I'd been itching to, ever since the first time I saw braids in your hair.
I do question who would find that titillating, but revenge plays were very popular for a time, the gorier, the better. Yes, we should see it again, but I do not want to throw anything at the stage. It's one of the things I appreciate about modern theater, although I do miss shouting encouragement to the actors.
Yes, I'm well aware of how sturdy you are. But let's not limit the scenario to me inside of your body, for all we know it might need to go the other way around. And if anyone needed to apologize, it was me, but if it makes you feel better, I'll save my gratitude for the next kind thing you do for me, which means I won't have to wait long at all. ;)
The reply is far more than worth the wait.
Wonderful. I'd been itching to, ever since the first time I saw braids in your hair.
[ Crowley's heart aches every time Aziraphale repeats his love, spurring him to more insistently propel the angel to his climax. His throat bobs as he takes him as deep as possible, the pressure of his mouth growing tighter, and he rubs Aziraphale's thighs encouragingly so that he doesn't have to pull away to let him know it's alright to let go.
Between that, and the firm grip on his hair makes it very hard for him not to press his hips into the duvet and take his pleasure on the blanket. Six thousand years of pining and watching the sheer eroticism of Aziraphale's dining indulgences, however, has left Crowley with a will of tempered steel and he keeps his hips firmly elevated. ]
Between that, and the firm grip on his hair makes it very hard for him not to press his hips into the duvet and take his pleasure on the blanket. Six thousand years of pining and watching the sheer eroticism of Aziraphale's dining indulgences, however, has left Crowley with a will of tempered steel and he keeps his hips firmly elevated. ]
[ Aziraphale was so lovely like that. Passionate and enthusiastic, and then sultry. And then so prim and fussy. There was so much he loved about him, he doesn't know where to start.
Well, he does, actually. He had interrupted his snack after all.
A snap, and the dessert appears on one of his lovely antique breakfast trays, along with a bowl of chips, and two smaller ones full of salsa and queso. ]
And if I recall, you had a dreadful day. Rather impertinent of them, thinking they could buy a book. From a bookshop. I did promise a good pampering.
Well, he does, actually. He had interrupted his snack after all.
A snap, and the dessert appears on one of his lovely antique breakfast trays, along with a bowl of chips, and two smaller ones full of salsa and queso. ]
And if I recall, you had a dreadful day. Rather impertinent of them, thinking they could buy a book. From a bookshop. I did promise a good pampering.
might do. bit scent blind to myself. how do i taste, actually?
u know, u might actually like interactive theatre. next time we take a trip to the states, let's stop in new york, see if we can catch a sleep no more showing.
definitely dangerous that. if i wound up in ur body, even if we eventually found a suitable replacement 4 me, i probably wouldn't want to leave. and u can thank me when i do nice things, but not for that. not for fucking off to sleep and not speaking 2 u for nearly a century.
did those myself. always liked the look. gonna wind up liking it 1000x more now.
u know, u might actually like interactive theatre. next time we take a trip to the states, let's stop in new york, see if we can catch a sleep no more showing.
definitely dangerous that. if i wound up in ur body, even if we eventually found a suitable replacement 4 me, i probably wouldn't want to leave. and u can thank me when i do nice things, but not for that. not for fucking off to sleep and not speaking 2 u for nearly a century.
did those myself. always liked the look. gonna wind up liking it 1000x more now.
Oh, you did.
[ He gives Crowley such a lovely look and then sits up to get his legs under the tray so he can tuck in. He thinks about what he wants first, and then--]
I think you ought to feed me.
I'd feel very pampered then, I think.
[ He gives Crowley such a lovely look and then sits up to get his legs under the tray so he can tuck in. He thinks about what he wants first, and then--]
I think you ought to feed me.
I'd feel very pampered then, I think.
Oh, would you now?
[ Crowley stretches and sits himself at Aziraphale's side, plucking the fork from the breakfast tray. This is both calming and familiar, and yet dazzlingly new. Their millennia-spanning friendship had involved many little dining excursions, where one or the other might offer up a forkful of something from their plate. The new bit is Aziraphale explicitly asking for this treatment from Crowley, and the demon couldn't be happier to oblige.
He uses the side of the fork to cut through the soft, rumsoaked sponge and layers of fruit, before offering up the morsel to Aziraphale. ]
Principality, indeed. All you need's a little crown.
[ Crowley stretches and sits himself at Aziraphale's side, plucking the fork from the breakfast tray. This is both calming and familiar, and yet dazzlingly new. Their millennia-spanning friendship had involved many little dining excursions, where one or the other might offer up a forkful of something from their plate. The new bit is Aziraphale explicitly asking for this treatment from Crowley, and the demon couldn't be happier to oblige.
He uses the side of the fork to cut through the soft, rumsoaked sponge and layers of fruit, before offering up the morsel to Aziraphale. ]
Principality, indeed. All you need's a little crown.
[ At the suggestion, Aziraphale miracles a little crown onto his head. It's imperial style, bedecked in jewels, with cushy blue velvet in the center.
After that, he presses his hands together and delicately takes the offered bite. His lips come together in a cute little smile, and he practically bats his lashes the way that old cartoons with shiny eyelids do. ]
Oh my dear, that's glorious.
Where did you get that?
After that, he presses his hands together and delicately takes the offered bite. His lips come together in a cute little smile, and he practically bats his lashes the way that old cartoons with shiny eyelids do. ]
Oh my dear, that's glorious.
Where did you get that?
[ Crowley quickly stifles a laugh, and affects the demeanor of a prim and proper butler. Or at least, Crowley's idea of a prim and proper butler, as Crowley was absolutely none of the above. ]
My lovely liege - how may I serve you?
[ Crowley dissolves into a fit of snickering. That lasted all of, maybe, three seconds. ]
Stopped by the cottage to drop off cleaning supplies and decided to head into town to get a better feel for the area. Got themselves a charming Italian bakery; been in the family generations. 'Course I couldn't not pick you up a little treat.
My lovely liege - how may I serve you?
[ Crowley dissolves into a fit of snickering. That lasted all of, maybe, three seconds. ]
Stopped by the cottage to drop off cleaning supplies and decided to head into town to get a better feel for the area. Got themselves a charming Italian bakery; been in the family generations. 'Course I couldn't not pick you up a little treat.
[ Aziraphale cracks up too, half because of the words that he says, and half because of the way that he says it. Finally, when their laughter subsides, he says, in between little upstarts of giggles: ]
I do love a... a good Italian bakery.
And a... thoughtful lover.
[ He makes eyes at Crowley one more time before tearing his gaze away and then taking up the fork to continue dessert. He insists on his snack, of course. ]
I do love a... a good Italian bakery.
And a... thoughtful lover.
[ He makes eyes at Crowley one more time before tearing his gaze away and then taking up the fork to continue dessert. He insists on his snack, of course. ]
[Aziraphale's entire universe shrinks to Crowley's mouth and the touch of his hands, before expanding suddenly in a metaphorical big bang of ecstasy. He cries out as he climaxes, as helpless as a saint caught up in divine rapture, his corporation merely a vessel for all the love he feels for Crowley, once locked up tight against prying eyes, now called out to the heavens.
He lays there in the aftermath, panting, his hand not tucked into Crowley's hair pulling gently but insistently on the demon's arm, urging him back up for a proper kiss.]
He lays there in the aftermath, panting, his hand not tucked into Crowley's hair pulling gently but insistently on the demon's arm, urging him back up for a proper kiss.]
Like one of my favorite teas, spiced with cinnamon, cardamom, and ginger. A hint of woodsmoke.
All right, if you think I'll like it. Why don't we plan a proper trip, then? We can go to New York and anywhere else we fancy.
I can't say that I would mind much, keeping you safe inside of me, although I'd miss your arms around me, among other things. And it's water under the bridge, Crowley, you weren't speaking to me but I wasn't willing to listen at the time, either. I missed you terribly, but it forced me to realize how I felt about you, and to understand what your request for holy water truly meant. I would never hold that against you.
When I see you tonight, then?
All right, if you think I'll like it. Why don't we plan a proper trip, then? We can go to New York and anywhere else we fancy.
I can't say that I would mind much, keeping you safe inside of me, although I'd miss your arms around me, among other things. And it's water under the bridge, Crowley, you weren't speaking to me but I wasn't willing to listen at the time, either. I missed you terribly, but it forced me to realize how I felt about you, and to understand what your request for holy water truly meant. I would never hold that against you.
When I see you tonight, then?
[ Crowley puffs up with pride when the cake meets its mark. Of course it would - Crowley is almost as picky about baked goods as Aziraphale - mostly because he's usually buying them for Aziraphale.
When he takes the fork from Crowley's unresistant hand, the demon pours their wine, and settles behind Aziraphale to rub his shoulders.
It's not quite a compulsion, but Crowley takes a great deal of pleasure in making Aziraphale happy. He supposes one facet of his reasoning is that he's spent his whole life making others moderately miserable, it feels nice to brighten someone's day for a change. The other facet is that someone just so happens to be who he loves the very most. ]
I know - like getting to take care of you. Feels ... feels something. All warm, here.
[ He presses his chest against Aziraphale's back by way of explanation. ]
When he takes the fork from Crowley's unresistant hand, the demon pours their wine, and settles behind Aziraphale to rub his shoulders.
It's not quite a compulsion, but Crowley takes a great deal of pleasure in making Aziraphale happy. He supposes one facet of his reasoning is that he's spent his whole life making others moderately miserable, it feels nice to brighten someone's day for a change. The other facet is that someone just so happens to be who he loves the very most. ]
I know - like getting to take care of you. Feels ... feels something. All warm, here.
[ He presses his chest against Aziraphale's back by way of explanation. ]
Mm.
[ He leans back, careful not to get his crown up in Crowley's face, but pillows the back of his head onto a shoulder and draws Crowley's arm around his shoulder like a cape. The massage was nice, but cuddling might be nicer. ]
That's just love, dear. It makes you feel good when you make someone you love happy.
And you make me so very happy.
[ The crown disappears, all so he can turn his face to steal a quick peck. ]
You know, I so rarely get to spoil you in return.
[ He leans back, careful not to get his crown up in Crowley's face, but pillows the back of his head onto a shoulder and draws Crowley's arm around his shoulder like a cape. The massage was nice, but cuddling might be nicer. ]
That's just love, dear. It makes you feel good when you make someone you love happy.
And you make me so very happy.
[ The crown disappears, all so he can turn his face to steal a quick peck. ]
You know, I so rarely get to spoil you in return.
[ Crowley lingers despite the insistent tugging, just to make sure he'd got every last drop, before slithering his way back up to Aziraphale and leaving a trail of warm, sticky kisses in his wake. When he finally stretches out at Aziraphale's side, he reaches up to cradle his cheeks in his hands. ]
Look at you; utterly gorgeous.
[ And how can he resist kissing? After all, there's no place on Aziraphale he doesn't want to put his mouth, and he hungrily presses their lips together. ]
Look at you; utterly gorgeous.
[ And how can he resist kissing? After all, there's no place on Aziraphale he doesn't want to put his mouth, and he hungrily presses their lips together. ]
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