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[ A shudder runs through the demon as his other nipple gets some attention. If he were able to form a coherent sentence, let alone a thought that isn't rubbing every conceivable surface of his corporation against Aziraphale, he might wonder if this is why that horrid little man Shadwell was so convinced three or more nipples were a gateway to rapturous carnal delights.

He might even have concocted a scheme to potentially insinuate he was, in fact, tri or even quad nipples if he ever found himself unfortunate enough to be in the man's presence again.

Fortunately, smothering Aziraphale's throat with kisses is much, much more interesting than harmlessly terrorizing weird fringe fundamentalists.

He seizes Aziraphale's hips in his hands, holding them steady as he gently grinds his thigh between the angel's legs. ]

You know, that miracle may not have gotten you properly cleaned up. Might have to make sssee for myself. Make sure.

[ The flicker of Crowley's tongue against Aziraphale's collarbone should make it very clear just what he's scheming. He certainly wasn't joking when he said he could happily spend an eternity with his head between Aziraphale's thighs. ]

[Thankfully Crowley does not have the wherewithal to remark aloud about Shadwell's nipple obsession. The less Aziraphale has to think about that daft little man, the better. What Madame Tracy sees in him, he has absolutely no idea.

Aziraphale's skin blossoms pink wherever Crowley presses his sweet, hungry mouth. He finally abandons Crowley's nipples to clutch at his upper arms, whimpering softly as Crowley grinds into him. The demon's hands on his hips prevent him from grinding back, and the build up of tension out of his control is absolutely delicious.]

If -- oh -- if you insist...

[He knows exactly what Crowley is insinuating, and in that moment can think of nothing that he'd want more. He even pushes on Crowley's shoulders a little, eager for him to get going.]

[ Crowley hums, feeling the heat of Aziraphale's want. Angling his head, he nips playfully at his jawline before beginning the agonizingly slow descent down. Crowley makes sure Aziraphale feels every inch of his movement, pressing his body firmly against the angel's erection. When Crowley's head is finally between his legs, he lavishes it with attention - licks and kisses all down the length of Aziraphale's shaft, a light sucking at his balls. The taste of him is incredible to Crowley's heightened senses - the heady scent of lust with just that hint of divinity that makes his nerves tingle. ...And then, Crowley moves on, ever lower. ]

C'mon angel, be a love and get your legs over my shoulders.

[ He lightly pats Aziraphale's thigh to emphasize his point. He wants to really get his tongue as deep as he can, feel Aziraphale writhing against his face, sense the sweet vibrations of his moans. Greedy thing that he is, Crowley wants to taste every delectable inch of him, kiss every crease and crevice. He wants Aziraphale sated, happy, and loved. ]

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[The slow, meticulous path that Crowley takes down Aziraphale's body turns the angel into a flushed, disheveled mess. He keeps his grip on Crowley's shoulders, then up into his hair, holding on for dear life as Crowley seems determined to utterly undo him. Oh, the anticipation is marvelous. Any doubts or worries are miles away; he knows that Crowley will take care of him. He's in good hands.

(And mouth. Oh Lord, that mouth...)

It turns out, that thigh pat is necessary, because Aziraphale is slightly past verbal instruction, lost in his own pleasure. With a soft groan, he raises one leg at a time, resting them securely on Crowley's shoulders. His hands remain in Crowley's hair, petting the soft strands restlessly as he keeps his eyes closed, not wanting to be overwhelmed by the sight of Crowley between his legs, mouth lower than it's ever been.]

[ Crowley murmurs something unintelligible but clearly adoring into the pillowy warmth of Aziraphale's thighs, his lips and teeth sucking and nipping little marks into the skin. And then, with great care, he raises Aziraphale's hips just enough that it's easy for him to get his tongue between his cheeks. And oh, he does, teasing the pink pucker with the forked tip of his tongue without an ounce of mercy. Crowley buries his face deeper into the soft skin, hair tickling the underside of Aziraphale's cock as his head moves with his relentless teasing, the demon making muffled noises of obvious delight. ]

[As soon as Crowley's tongue makes contact with Aziraphale's muscled rim, the angel lets out an involuntary whine, followed quickly by a peal of laughter. His hands leave Crowley's hair, clutching dramatically at the sheets instead while he tries his best not to squirm under the onslaught.]

Oh! Oh, Crowley, your tongue --

[It's not quite a tickle, but it's not the firm pressure of Crowley's fingers or cock, either. Crowley's tongue is even more slick and dexterous, not to mention the noises that the demon is making, like he's devouring the world's greatest dessert, and the feel of Crowley's face pressed against his cheeks. It makes his head swim and his erection throb, but he keeps his fingers tangled in the sheets, wanting to prolong the experience, even if he can't seem to stop giggling over it.]

[ Aziraphale's laughter fills Crowley with an indescribable warmth that has, admittedly, something to do with how aroused he is, but also quite a bit to do with just how freely the angel is laughing. Mirth wasn't exactly rare between them, but like so many other things, it had to be subdued, muted, restrained, quiet. Any time Aziraphale breaks through his years of conditioning Crowley savours.

Crowley gives Aziraphale's thigh an encouraging squeeze as he presses on, just to let the angel know he can laugh and writhe and wiggle to his heart's content. He's got this. Even an involuntary knee to the side of his skull isn't going to put him off his 'meal' and so, with just a slight shift of his corporation's biology, Crowley can get ever deeper, tonguing at Aziraphale's sensitive insides with abandon. ]

[Aziraphale gives a whine of understanding when he feels Crowley squeeze his thigh, knowing that he's free to express himself as he desires. And what a wonderful, liberating feeling that is, nearly as intoxicating as the sensation of Crowley's tongue sliding over his most sensitive spots. All the same, he'd rather not accidentally bonk or kick Crowley, so he hooks his ankles firmly at the small of Crowley's back to keep them from flailing around, even as he writhes into the sheets, his laughter interspersed with high-pitched moans.

As Crowley's tongue goes even deeper, one of his hands reaches out desperately towards Crowley, needing a hand to ground him. He's so hard and aching, and for once in all his years of making an Effort, he's tempted to touch himself, but part of him would like to see just how far Crowley can take him on his tongue alone.]

My dear -- my dearest, please -- I need you --

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[ Crowley's tongue is relentless in it's exploration - at least until Aziraphale pleads for Crowley. He slides it out so he can press reassuring kisses into the soft inside of Aziraphale's thigh. ]

M'here, angel - tell me how you need me; anything you want at all, I'm yours.

[ He kisses up Aziraphale's thigh into the juncture between his groin and legs, and then nuzzles up against the angel's straining erection. ]

[Soft whimpers escape Aziraphale, a paradoxical mixture of disappointment and relief, and he struggles to find words, his hand still grasping blindly for Crowley's.]

I -- it --

[It's not simply the novelty of this particular sexual act that has him needing the reassurance. It's that he's so close to climax without having done anything. Is he allowed this? He must be, Crowley is telling him so. More than that, Crowley is giving him the space to ask for what he wants.]

I love you so much, Crowley. Please, don't stop using your tongue. However you like, wherever you like.

[ Crowley feels a touch lightheaded when Aziraphale tells him he loves him in just that tone of voice. His heart is soaring and for the first time in far, far too long, he truly starts to feel loved.

There is the light brush of fingers against his hair and realizes Aziraphale is reaching for him. Adjusting the position of the angel's legs, he fumbles for and clasps the grasping hand, interlacing their fingers. Whatever reassurance Aziraphale needs, Crowley wants him to know it's okay; it's okay to not want something or, as the case may be, to want. Aziraphale isn't selfish or a bad angel for it.

Squeezing his hand, Crowley flashes a grin up at Aziraphale. Wherever he likes, hm? ]

Oh, angel - that is a very long list.

[ As if there were a single centimetre of Aziraphale Crowley wasn't very much inclined to get his mouth on - and he emphasizes that by pressing soft kisses down the length of Aziraphale's shaft, occasionally flicking his tongue out to tease. ]

You're so hard right now - tell me, love; do you need a little extra push?

[The way Aziraphale speaks those words, naked and trembling with want, leaves no room for doubt. Crowley is so very much loved, from soles of his feet to the wispy tips of his hair that pass through Aziraphale's fingers before finally, finally, Crowley's hand is in his. He holds on tight, managing to meet Crowley's gaze rather than stare blindly at the ceiling, although the sight of Crowley tenderly kissing along his shaft has him groaning and letting his head fall back onto the pillows once more.]

I have a feeling you're -- ohhh -- up to the challenge --

[He's hanging by a thread now, and part of him wonders just how long he could stay balanced on that precipice, but Crowley, oh, Crowley, how he makes the angel feel so warm and safe and loved. He can't wait another moment.]

I need you, darling. Please.

[ Crowley makes a small noise of reassurance when Aziraphale repeats himself. ]

Oh, angel, you have me. You've always had me.

[ Crowley is, indeed, up to every challenge Aziraphale may see fit to deliver. Especially any so sweet as this.

As his mouth slides down the length of Aziraphale's cock, he guides their entwined hands to the angel's shaft. He adjusts the position of their hands so Aziraphale's cock is sandwiched between their palms, Crowley's thumb rubbing over the angel's knuckles encouragingly.

His mouth moves ever lower until he's back to where he was, dexterous tongue slithering back in, just as relentless as it had been. ]

[Hopefully, with a little time and practice, Aziraphale will learn what he likes in the bedroom and how to ask for it explicitly. Not that he needs to now; Crowley seems to be able to read his desires, settling their joined hands around his cock as his sinfully sweet mouth returns to stimulate all the tender spots within him. But Crowley's reassurance edges him closer to believing that he's allowed to have this and not be selfish or demanding.

His hand trembles in Crowley's, even as he drags their hands up and down his shaft. It barely takes a few strokes before he's coming with a sob, as if his corporation is discovering pleasure for the first time. He gasps and squirms against Crowley's face, muscles clenching and releasing around his tongue.]

[ Crowley doesn't pull back as soon as he feels the tell-tale clench of muscles around his face. Rather, he licks and strokes Aziraphale through his orgasm, gradually easing the intensity of his ministrations as the angel comes down from the high of endorphins. Only then does Crowley slide his tongue out, settles Aziraphale's bum gently down on the mattress, and comes up to arrange himself in a sprawl at the angel's side. ]

Sounded like you really enjoyed yourself there.

[ As though Crowley hadn't been going at Aziraphale like the angel would go at the Ritz's rhubarb parfait if he were approximately thirteen percent less conscientious of his manners. Still, his tone is light, teasing, but his eyes betray only hopeless affection for Aziraphale, and he clasps his hand, bringing his knuckles to his lips, kissing each one tenderly before flicking his tongue out to sample a bit of Aziraphale's spend that got on his fingers. ]

[It takes a while for Aziraphale to come down from his orgasmic high, aided along by Crowley's tongue and light stroking. He doesn't even look at Crowley until the demon has crawled back up to join him at the head of the bed, turning his head and blinking at him with hazy, pupil-blown eyes.]

So did you, darling...

[He tries for a droll smile, but he's too blissed out to manage much more than a soppy grin. He squints at the little lick Crowley gives his fingers and giggles.]

Thought the whole point was to clean up what'd you missed the last go-round...

[With a tired wave of his hand, he cleans the spend off his stomach and the pool of saliva collecting by his very satisfied rear. Then he reaches over to draw Crowley closer, whether next to him or on him, he isn't fussy where the demon lies, so long as they're touching.]

That was remarkable, Crowley. Thank you.

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[ Crowley is as happy and content as Aziraphale - he absolutely enjoyed himself. As Aziraphale gathers him in his arms, the demon arranges himself so he's tucked comfortably at Aziraphale's side, chin rested on his shoulder as he drinks in the sight of an angel well-sated. His arms wrap around him, and he drapes a leg over the his waist, clearly aroused from having his face buried between Aziraphale's legs, but really, what else is new.

Crowley grins with pride at the "admonishment". ]

Weeeell, it was. Didn't take into account sex is a rather messy.

[ He playfully flicks his tongue, tickling Aziraphale's throat with the forked tip. ]

And I should be thanking you. Been wanting to do that forever, now.

[Aziraphale makes a drowsy sound of contentment as Crowley does most of the work in arranging himself to drape over as much of the angel as possible. He's still swimming through a sea of bliss, although he perks up a little at the feel of Crowley's arousal pressing against his hip. The sounds Crowley made left little doubt how much he had been enjoying himself, but it's always nice to have additional proof.]

It is, isn't it? I always thought I'd mind that part, but I really don't.

[Of course, it helps that they can miracle away the mess when it's all over. Aziraphale isn't one for the little inconveniences of a human life.

He hums and giggles at the throat lick, one of his hands reaching up to brush through Crowley's hair. They can do that now, can't they? Thank one another.]

The pleasure was almost entirely mine, I assure you.

[ Crowley's teasing gentles as the demon seeks out Aziraphale's hand once more, closing his fingers around it. He also thought he'd be bothered by the mess - he certainly wasn't fond of such things. Tolerant, perhaps, but one either learns that kind of tolerance in Hell or goes mad. But no, Crowley is quite keen to get his mouth and tongue in all the moist and sticky parts of Aziraphale's corporation once again - maybe after they've had a bit of a lie-in. Maybe breakfast. Apparently, he's perfectly fine with bodily fluids if they taste of his beloved.

That was something he should probably unpack later. Much, much later. ]

Well, I'd be happy to put you through the pleasure again. Any time you like.

[ He nuzzles into his cheek, and despite his persistent erection (what is the opposite of erectile dysfunction, he wonders) Crowley is feeling soft around the edges, like there's a sort of grey area between where he ends and Aziraphale begins.

It could be the haziness of sleep creeping up on him, but it feels more important than that, and he's not particularly tired. ]

Oh, angel - I do wonder at the possibilities now.

[Aziraphale gives Crowley's hand a little squeeze, quietly amazed at how such a simple touch can mean so much. He felt the same way when he took Crowley's hand on the bus ride back to London. He'll probably always feel that way, each and every time.]

I could also return the favor. My tongue isn't as dexterous as yours, but I do have a lot of experience using it on fine delicacies.

[He gives Crowley a cheeky grin, offset a bit by his blushing. Tasting Crowley is a pleasure of a different sort than eating, but the comparison amuses him.

Sensing that softness, he presses a kiss to Crowley's forehead and scratches gently at his scalp, encouraging the demon to relax further.]

Possibilities? What are you thinking, dear?

[ Crowley ducks his head, hiding his own flushed face in the warm, soft crook of Aziraphale's neck. It's starting to become one of his favourite spots, it seems. ]

Mm, vacations together, maybe? Bit of sightseeing, take in a bit of the local cuisine. Maybe visit a beach or two. ...Couple of galleries.

[ Crowley gives a languid stretch, something in his back going pop that has him breathing a pleased sigh of relief. ]

We could do anything, really. World's our oyster now, innit?

[Crowley's face tucked in the crook of Aziraphale's neck has definitely become one of the angel's favorite things. The only downside is that Crowley can't see his enchanted smile at the notion of vacations.]

Oh, that'd be lovely. I haven't been to a proper beach in ages. Where were you thinking, dear? Somewhere local, or should we expand our horizons?

[He rubs the small of Crowley's back, trying not to wince at that audible pop. Maybe he ought to include a proper massage in their plans.]

It truly is. And you know how much I love oysters.

[ Crowley may not be able to see Aziraphale's enchanting smile, but he can certainly hear it in his voice and the demon squirms against him with delight, nuzzling him affectionately. ]

Maybe we're due a visit to the Mediterranean if you've got a hankering for good oysters.

[ He finally peers up, grinning. ]

It'd just be nice to go places with no worries, yeah? Enjoy a nice trip without having to look over our shoulders.

Barcelona, perhaps? Or Crete?

[It only just occurs to him how tethered they've been to the London metropolitan area while trying to prevent Armageddon. Not that he doesn't love London, but it'd be nice to stretch his wings, especially with Crowley by his side.

He smiles at Crowley, giving him a little nuzzle in return.]

Not only that, but we won't have any obligations, either. [He lowers his voice, as if confessing a secret.] I found a lot of those assignments rather pointless, to be honest. Especially as we were more or less canceling one another out.

[ Crowley laughs; not the harsh cynical kind of laugh he's always had, but warm and light. ]

You know, I hate to say 'I told you so'...

[ He grins as he teases Aziraphale about something he's been saying since the tenth century. Crowley has to remind himself that it's alright to be this happy, that he doesn't have to worry about whatever challenges may be down the road. He can think about a future that doesn't involve punishment. ]

Anyway, don't see why we can't do both? Take a round trip. Good grief, we could even join a tourist group.

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