inlovewithmycar | open post

[ He arches under the touch, only just managing to stifle a moan. That really shouldn't feel as good as it does, but, well - it feels really damned good. ]

You're very welcome. The only way those come off is with scissors or a miracle.

[ Crowley reaches up, hooks his hand around Aziraphale's head to coax him in for a kiss. ]

...And you know, we could now, if you like. Start using your bed for sleeping and reading and little midnight snacks. All sorts of things that would give the Archangel Fucking Gabriel an aneurysm.

[ His free hand slips under Aziraphales vest, hiking it up over the curve of his back and swell of his belly. ]

It's an excellent bed for getting into all kinds of mischief.

[Crowley's reaction is absolutely marvelous. He lets his hand wander while he's pulled in for a kiss, his other splayed out on the bed for balance. Shamelessly, he finds one of Crowley's nipples and teases it, hoping for an even stronger response.]

Mmm, so long as you're in it with me, I'm open to just about anything.

[He shivers at Crowley's touch, then slips his hand out from under Crowley's shirt so that he can push it up as well, aching to see more of him.]

[ There's meant to be some witty response, something suave and smooth that will make Aziraphale both laugh and want him even more, but it's lost in a lot of garbled swearing and frantic scrabbling as soon as one perfectly manicured finger makes contact with a sensitive nipple.

Crowley surges forward to kiss Aziraphale, hungry and wanting, parting only briefly to pull his own shirt off and toss it into a stack of books where it would likely be consumed by ravenous literature of dubious repute.

One might think that Herself had spun Aziraphale from the gauziest muslin way Crowley's hands wander achingly tender over the angel's torso. Long fingers flutter and caress, pausing momentarily to tease a nipple to hardness or to stroke along the curve of his spine. It's a sharp contrast to the searing, open mouthed kisses that would make a lamprey blush. ]

[Aziraphale's blue eyes dance with mirth, feeling very pleased with himself over how wildly Crowley reacts, but that's quickly forgotten as he loses himself to Crowley's searing hot kisses. When the demon pauses to pull off his shirt, he does the same with his vest, and though he drops it rather than flinging it aside, the fact that he doesn't bother to stop and fold it should say something about invested he is in getting back to Crowley with fewer clothes in the way.

He lies down on the bed, on his side facing Crowley, enough space between then so that he can continue exploring that beautiful chest, tracing his fingers along ribs and sternum with the same grace that Crowley is touching him. He kisses back, trembling under Crowley's capable hands, and pulls back enough to whisper:]

Can I really have this? With you?

[ Crowley nestles down alongside Aziraphale, stroking his knuckles along the side of the angel's face, and smoothing back a few curls. He couldn't stop touching, never wanted to stop touching.

Crowley is not one to shy away from questions. He has a million of them at any given moment, after all. But this one tugs at his heart. Even here, in the secluded safety and warmth of this bed, old fears and doubts still nipped at their heels.

Well, time to nip back. Right in the bud.

...Look, he's not the best with metaphors, even when he isn't pitching a tent in his knickers. ]

Nothing to stop us now, right?

[ He wrapped his arms around Aziraphale, stroking a reassuring path up and down his back as he peppered kisses along his brow. ]

So I'd say yeah, you can definitely have this. I'll always be yours, Aziraphale.

[Aziraphale's lower lip quivers and he hides his face in the crook of Crowley's neck, wrapping his arms around the demon in turn and holding on for all he's worth. Not exactly a seductive response, but he needs a minute to compose himself, so overwhelmed by finally being allowed what had been denied to him (to both of them) for so long.

An angel freely and openly loving a demon. His demon.]

I'll always be yours, too, Crowley. Always.

[He kisses the soft patch of skin there, entwining his legs with Crowley's, his sock garters rubbing against bare calves. When he pulls back, that sweet sunshine of a smile is back, and he laughs sheepishly.]

I have to admit, I... I feel a bit lost. Now that I finally have you, I don't know where to begin.

[ Crowley's own lower lip had gone a bit wobbly, his eyes damp as he looks on Aziraphale with naked adoration.

Crowley had always been absolutely terrible at hiding his emotions, at least as far as Aziraphale was concerned. And tangled up with him now, with this hope for a future together, Crowley certainly didn't feel like bringing this emotional rollercoaster to halt, even if he wound up shedding a few soppy tears.

He kisses into Aziraphale's hair, along the crown of his head and over his brow. ]

Could keep just doing this. Love getting to kiss you. Don't think there's a single part of you I don't want to put my lips to, really.

[ He chuckles to try to disguise a happy sob. ]

That bit where you pinned me to the vanity was pretty damn good to. We should look into that more a bit later, yeah?

Edited (autocorrect i will end u) 2020-03-23 02:17 (UTC)

[Oh, he hadn't meant to make Crowley cry, never mind the tears in his own eyes, but it's nice to know that he's not alone in feeling overwhelmed by this wonderful, tender feeling of hope. Quietly stunned, he shuts his eyes, letting Crowley's love wash over him, basking in those sweet kisses.]

Kissing is an excellent place to start... not that I don't want you in all sorts of ways...

[He peeks at Crowley, blushing and grinning a little despite himself.]

Did you, now? Well, I... [His blush grows, but he perseveres.] I can't say I minded the reverse much, either...

The reverse...? When did I -

[ His memory catches up to his mouth and it promptly clicks shut as he remembers. He'd been so stressed at the time, and handing the humans real guns had done very little to blow off steam. And then, Aziraphale had called him nice of all things, and they only had days left, and some part of Crowley had snapped and he was ready to finally just pin Aziraphale up against the wall and finally kiss him senseless after explaining that he wasn't 'nice'.

He hadn't got to the kissing part. Which, in hindsight, seems regrettable now.

A wave of something else rolls over the demon, and perhaps it's the lingering tears or a glint of mischief, but something gleams in his eye and rolls over, pinning Aziraphale under him with a grin. ]

You liked that hm? You know how close I came to kissing you, telling you everything right then and there? Thought I was about to ruin everything, but apparently...

[ He presses a hungry kiss to Aziraphale's mouth. ]

...Apparently that wasn't the case.

[Aziraphale has never forgotten that brief moment in the former Satanic nunnery. It was the closest that they'd ever gotten, physically, close enough that Aziraphale could feel the heat of Crowley's body all along his and count every freckle on his snarling, gorgeous face. He had assumed that his attraction at the time was not only inappropriate for the occasion, but in general, as well.

It's only as he's being pinned into the cushy mattress with a wickedly grinning Crowley that he's starting to think otherwise.

He returns the kiss eagerly, relaxing into this new and very much wanted state of being, having Crowley lie atop him with very few clothes in between.]

I was wondering where you were intending to go with your tirade about not being nice. [A glint appears in his own eyes and he adds:] Of course, if you truly had me pinned, I wouldn't be able to do this.

[His hands slide down to Crowley's rear and squeeze playfully.]

[ He may have explained that, at the time, he'd been so close to just grabbing Aziraphale and running scared to the furthest reaches of the universe, that the only reason he hadn't taken off was because Aziraphale still had hope.

Instead, Crowley makes a sound deep in his throat, both arching his back and trying his damnedest to push whatever passes for a rear on him right into Aziraphale's hands.

It's a conversation for another day. Right now, Crowley wants to show Aziraphale how much he loves him. ]

...Been wanting to do that a while, eh?

[ Crowley's attempt at smooth composure is rather ruined by how breathless he sounds. ]

Bet there's loads you've been wanting, yeah? ...Well, we can now. Anything. Every single thing.

[ Panting, he grinds their erections together once again. It had felt wonderful standing, but now, in this position, it felt beyond marvelous. ]

Far longer than I was willing to admit to myself, my darling.

[And whatever he had allowed himself to imagine, it pales in comparison to the real thing.. Whatever passes for Crowley's rear, Aziraphale loves the feel of it, the way Crowley groans and pushes it back into his hands. He gives it another squeeze, because he can, and smiles at Crowley's breathless response.

Then Crowley grinds against him, and all his thoughts leave him in a rush of ecstatic sparks. He groans and grinds back instinctively, his corporation knowing what to do even if his mind is caught up in a state of relentless bliss.]

Oh! Oh, my -- my dear b-boy --

[He pushes a bit with his hands, not so much to cop another feel as to slow things down a notch, enough to get used to the sensation and savor it properly.]

[ Crowley cannot believe how sensitive he feels. His skin feels like it's tingling all over, the peculiar sensation expanding out from his stomach. It's not even like he's never done this before, but things just feel so much more with Aziraphale. ]

Y-yeah - m'feeling it too.

[ Crowley forces himself to relax the pace, but his hips still rock involuntarily up against Aziraphale's. ]

...How can just this feel so good?

[Aziraphale has never done anything like this before, he's only had his books for knowledge, and he's starting to wonder if the human language simply doesn't have words to describe the pure electric arousal of such an act, because this is simply nothing like what he's read.]

It's -- oh -- it's because it's you --

[That's the only conclusion he can come to. He's kissed humans in the past, on occasion, and it was barely a spark of what it's like kissing Crowley. And speaking of kissing, he seeks out Crowley's lips with his own, hands wandering up and down his back restlessly, as if trying to disperse that white-hot energy between them.]

[ Crowley gave a stuttering, breathless laugh, kissing Aziraphale messily. He knew there was nothing else that could ever compare to this. Aziraphale's hands alone, rubbing up and down his spine, are lightyears more fulfilling than every encounter he's ever had. ]

It's incredible that I can do this with you - that we can have this.

[ As if to emphasize his point, he runs his hands down Aziraphale's torso and cups his soft chest, rubbing his thumbs over his nipples. ]

It's you as well - no one else could ever feel this right.

[Aziraphale gasps sharply, surprised at how sensitive that touch to his nipples is. Such a funny thing for his corporation to have, completely unnecessary, and yet when Crowley rubs them, it goes straight to the very core of him.

At a loss for words, he slides a hand into Crowley's hair and tugs him down for another kiss. He lingers on this one, chasing the pleasure it brings.]

I'm all yours, dearest. However you want me.

Dearest...

[ Crowley echoes it so softly, so reverently it may as well have been a prayer. He kisses Aziraphale more fervently this time, the hand in his hair spurring him on. He makes a mental note to grow it out, really give Aziraphale something to grab onto next time.

Thumbing the nipple to firmness, Crowley debates the merits of getting their pants off - though there's no way to do that without parting and oh, he has no desire to do that at all. So with a snap of his fingers, he banishes every remaining stitch between them to... well, hopefully somewhere in the flat. His mind is a bit occupied at the moment, but some distant part of him would rather their underthings don't wind up with some stranger. ]

I want you every way you want be together. Every single one. As long as it's you.

[ Crowley breathes, only briefly parting from Aziraphale's lips to answer him, before returning in for another kiss, relishing the full-body skin-to-skin contact. If 'heavenly' actually meant what the humans thought it did, Crowley might have described it as such. As it is, he feels like he's coming up short on words (though Beethoven's 9th might be a somewhat adequate summation of the feelings coursing through him). ]

[The soft, reverent way Crowley repeats that term of endearment affects the angel as much as those clever hands and grinding hips. He loses himself in the kiss that follows, although there is a squeak of acknowledgement when Crowley snaps away the rest of their clothing -- hopefully to somewhere close by. Those pants have his signature on them!

Of course, that's not a thought that lasts, not when Crowley's bare skin is pressed so deliciously against his. He squirms beneath his demon, his moans only partially muffled by their kissing, his hand tugging lightly at Crowley's hair.]

I -- oh, Heavens -- I'm rather fond of the idea of all those places you'd like to kiss me...

[ Crowley grins like the devil just got into him, which, fair enough. ]

Oh, there's all sorts of interesting places I'd like to get my mouth on you. Like here -

[ He catches Aziraphale's wrist, and kiss along the soft skin of his arm. ]

- or here -

[ Crowley slithers down the length of Aziraphale, his chest pressed up against the angel's erection and then clamps his teeth down on the soft flesh of his hip, lathing his tongue over the rapidly fading tooth marks. ]

- or perhaps here...?

[ He puts that clever tongue and those lips to work along the inside of Aziraphale's thigh, leaving a trail of love bites to his knee. ]

[Aziraphale watches, flushed and giddy, as Crowley makes a catalogue of his body via his mouth. Each kiss is a scorching reminder of the demon's love, and he can't help but whimper and whine at the variety. Those love bites in particular have him panting and gripping Crowley's hair in approval. He'll most definitely not miracle them away.]

All good choices so far. [He chuckles breathlessly.] Best to keep sampling so I can know for sure.

[ Crowley wonders if there's a bad choice - every inch of Aziraphale is delectable. He puts his mouth to work on the other thigh now, working his way up. He sways, serpentine as ever, as his gaze falls on Aziraphale's cock. It is, in Crowley's limited personal experience with such things, quite nice looking. Handsome, even. (Could you call a cock handsome? Crowley supposed there was a first for everything.) ]

Standing up so proud and proper - can hardly resist this delicacy.

[ He noses up against against it, letting his own scent mix with the heady musk of Aziraphale's arousal. He tickles the tip of his forked tongue at the base before dragging it up along Aziraphale's length. ]

[Aziraphale's cock twitches, as if flattered by the compliment. The scene before him is so intensely erotic -- Crowley staring at him like a feast, his gorgeous face flanked by the angel's marked-up thighs -- that when Crowley finally puts his tongue to work, Aziraphale has to shut his eyes, lest his arousal crest and push him over the edge too soon.]

Oh... oh, my stars. Crowley, your tongue, you -- !

[It's not much of a compliment in return, but the way he writhes underneath Crowley must easily let the demon know how much he enjoys it.]

[ Crowley might argue that the highest compliment ever would be those sounds Aziraphale makes, the way just raking his tongue over him got the angel writhing. There is no higher honour, he thinks, than being responsible for that flush in Aziraphale's cheeks. He licks over the crown, deepening the fork in his tongue so that it wraps around to the point where the two tips can almost touch.

He eases up on his teasing, pressing little kisses all down the underside as he strokes the inside of Aziraphale's thigh. ]

I can take you all the way in. Dying to, really - you taste incredible.

[ And to emphasize his point, he nuzzles into the crook between Aziraphale's groin and his thigh, breathing deeply. ]

...Unless you'd like to try something else...?

[Aziraphale has nothing to compare it to, but surely this is the most glorious way to be rendered insensate. It is a good long moment before he can even comprehend Crowley's words, and it takes at least another to force himself to open his eyes and ease the sensations roiling through him enough to answer.]

I... I never...

[Crowley makes it so very damn hard, kissing him so softly and breathing him in. How can he decide what he wants when he wants everything? He runs his fingers through Crowley's hair, shaking a little, eyes filled with nothing but love and trust.]

Please, I -- I want this, I want so much, please don't stop.

[ Crowley stares up at Aziraphale in awe, feeling like his heart had just shattered and repaired itself a million times in a few seconds.

Once upon a time, God had spun him from the ether, made him manifest and poured Love into him. At the time he thought he'd know no greater ecstasy, only to be proven wrong when he met Aziraphale.

He thought he loved Aziraphale. For six millennia up until now, he was sure that's what it was. Now he's realizing that was absolutely nothing more than slight infatuation compared to how he feels now, in this moment, when Aziraphale looks at him like that, with his perfect manicured fingers carding through his hair. It was like comparing fireworks to a red giant - and Crowley knowS the difference very well. He's had a hand in both.

If I'm made for anything, he thinks to himself, let it be this. ]

Won't stop, angel. I promise. Anything you want from me, please, let me give it to you.

[ Here Crowley is, on his knees between Aziraphale's legs, praying to the angel. He'd give credit where it's due. Though glad he never met dear old Oscar, the tricky bastard had said it best; Love's a sacrament that should be taken kneeling.

He presses more reverent kisses to Aziraphale's cock until finally his lips rest on the very tip, part, and take him in one smooth motion. ]

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