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[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.

[That laugh is delightful to hear, enough that Aziraphale only pouts a little bit at the teasing that follows.]

You most certainly don't hate to say that. [Sigh.] I'd like to think that I did some good in the world... even if it wasn't officially sanctioned by Upstairs.

[But anyway. Vacations. He chuckles a little at the idea of being led along by a tour guide through places they'd been decades or even centuries before.]

That'd be fun. We could keep a list of all the historical facts they get wrong.

You're right, I don't.

[ Crowley writhes smugly up against Aziraphale, looking like the cat that caught the canary. After over a thousand years, Crowley feels that sweet, sweet vindication. ]

Besides, I think most of the unsanctioned good did much more for people than whatever Gabriel might've thought appropriate.

[ Wasn't that always the case? Their respective offices had been rather out of touch. Well, not their problem anymore. Crowley instead focuses his attention on tracing little circles onto Aziraphale's abdomen with his knuckles. ]

Mm, we could make a game of it. Historical inaccuracy bingo.

[Aziraphale can feel that cozy smugness as sure as the flashes of love he picks up every so often with his angelic powers. He humphs and draws Crowley in a bit closer, one hand placed possessively on his rear to curtail the writhing.]

There's also the good you've done over the years. Most definitely unsanctioned.

[Aziraphale at least had some wiggle room on helping out humans on his own initiative. Crowley wasn't even allowed that (for obvious reasons) and yet somehow made things better, or at least not any worse.

Crowley's light touch on his tummy makes him giggle, along with the notion of turning incorrect facts into a game.]

We'll need a scorecard for each city. Bonus points if the tour guide is a native and ought to know better.

Ah, but all of it was to further my truly wicked ends -

[ He laughs because even he can't keep a straight face for so blatant a lie. Oh, when he got caught, he could spin it to his former superiors as some grand evil scheme, but
Aziraphale knew. And Crowley is quite happy for it.

The little giggle from the angel earns him a tender kiss to the cheek. ]

Double that if they're an actual historian. Or claim to be.

And what a wicked end it is, dear.

[He gives Crowley's bum a little squeeze, unable to resist the pun, and then kisses him in a very obvious effort to avoid any sort of retribution.]

Ooh, I like that. Winner gets to pick that evening's activities?

[ There's a yelp from Crowley when he feels the pressure of Aziraphale palming what little bum he has, and the demon is sure to retaliate with a wicked tongue to Aziraphale's nipple, when instead he's drawn into a kiss.

Oh, how easy it is to distract Crowley with kissing. He practically forgets to be contrarian on principle simply from the warmth of Aziraphale's lips.

Over the centuries they'd been rather evenly matched in their bickering. He suspects Aziraphale is going to wind up with the upper hand now. ]

Mmm, yes. Activities. All sorts of things to get up to on holiday. I'll have to plan what manner of devious things I can rope you into.

[He's been in the habit of kissing Crowley for less than twenty-four hours and already he knows that he'll never tire of it. The fact that he can use it as a distraction is simply a bonus. There's also the unfortunate side effect that it distracts himself just as easily. When they part, he blinks at Crowley dazedly for a moment or two before picking up the thread of conversation.]

Oh, yes... you've already mentioned the ropes...

[No. Wait.]

Just remember that we're stuck with these corporations for the time being. Make sure it's only devious and not dangerous.

Angel, when have I ever dragged you into something dangerous?

[ Crowley asks with feigned innocence. ]

I mean, aside from the Arrangement. ...And thwarting the Apocalypse. Those can hardly count.

[ The demon has settled comfortably back in his spot snuggled up to Aziraphale's side, limbs draped every which way over him and his lips occasionally pressing idle kisses to whatever skin crosses their path. It's such a marvel to him to just be able to show affection to Aziraphale, utterly casual as they joke around in bed. ]

But no, nothing dangerous than some very decadent desserts planned and I'm fairly certain Death by Chocolate is pure hyperbole.

Oh, I don't know, how about nearly every time I get into your Bentley?

[His tone is exceedingly dry, although there is a bit of a smile on his face. As much as he complains about Crowley's speeding, he gets into his car willingly. Just as he had entered the Arrangement and helped thwart the Apocalypse. But he wouldn't be himself if he didn't fuss at least a little.

As Crowley resettles, Aziraphale nuzzles into his hair, laughing a little at the word play.]

Much like that one dessert I stumbled across called a 'Chocolate Orgasm.' I can see now that it's not even close.

[ Crowley looks up, puzzled by Aziraphale's wording. He knew neither of them were exactly bastions of experience, Crowley with only marginally more from a few awkward experiments, but he never would have guessed Aziraphale had never done his own experimenting. He was one door down from a sex shop for someone's sake, surely he'd been curious. Surely Crowley just misunderstood. ]

Angel, was this - were these your first orgasms? Like... you've never even... ?

[ And Crowley mimes wanking. ]

Crowley, really. That's totally unnecessary.

[He looks away, blushing, clearly embarrassed by the question, although even he's not entirely sure why. After a bit of time passes, he clears his throat and half-heartedly meets Crowley's gaze.]

It didn't seem worth it to bother, if I was never going to use it. The times my body reacted without my permission, I simply stopped making an Effort. I think I was worried that if I let myself climax, I'd only be more aware of what I was missing.

[He gives a small, wry smile.]

I know that doesn't sound like me, denying myself an earthly pleasure. But it wouldn't have been much of a pleasure if it wasn't with you.

[ Crowley has his juvenile giggle at Aziraphale's indignation over the crude gesture, before the demon is once again blown away. Crowley is the last person on the planet with any expectations of chastity, finding it to be one of the stupider virtues as more often than not, how much casual sex people have has little bearing on their moral character.

But he also feels oddly touched that Aziraphale had come to a very similar conclusion as Crowley had (though it had taken Crowley more time and experimenting); none but the other would do.

He gathers Aziraphale close, nuzzling and kissing those lovely rosy cheeks, unable to wipe the giddy smile off his face. And traitorous thing that it is, his mind has to wander to what Aziraphale touching himself would be like. He shakes the thought away, and instead looks to offer Aziraphale some reassurance. ]

I dunno - food was a safe enough indulgence. You always kept clear of anything that might put either of us in real danger. ...Crepes not withstanding.

[ Crowley offers a lopsided grin, and presses a kiss to the corner of Aziraphale's lips. ]

So there's this whole side to your corporation that you've never really explored...?

[ Crowley's tone lacks its usual teasing - he can't poke fun at Aziraphale - not for this. But there is that curiosity and a spark of mischief and excitement in his eyes because oh, this sounds like a wonderful journey to go on. ]

[Crowley's initial reaction reminds Aziraphale, oddly enough, of their first encounter on Eden's wall, when the angel admitted that he had given his sword away, and just like then, he finds himself feeling a little defensive. It's not as though he thinks of himself as morally superior for remaining chaste. It was a defense mechanism, a way to remain in denial that much longer about his feelings, to keep himself and Crowley safe for another day.

But then Crowley is kissing him, so happy and pleased and sweetly reassuring, that Aziraphale feels himself relaxing back into the demon's embrace.]

You're never going to let me live that down, are you?

[His smile turns genuine, the awkwardness at the edges of it disappearing.]

Well, not entirely. I've kissed a few humans, here and there. The rare times it's become too heated, I'd have to stop, because it wouldn't feel right. But I have to say, everything so far with you has been breathtaking. I never thought it wouldn't be, honestly.

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