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[ 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.

Of course not.

[ Crowley is grinning, fondness seeped into every word. It's clearly a good memory to him; how lovely Aziraphale looked in his finery, how fun it was to watch him eat crepes while describing all the little idiosyncrasies that made those made in Paris so profoundly different to those made literally anywhere else, the distant din of revolution...

He presses an affectionate kiss to Aziraphale's temple, his hand seeking out Aziraphale's to hold. ]

Well. Sounds like we've got a bit of catching up to do. And I'm not claiming to be an expert by any means -

[ Crowley quickly gets that out of the way before Aziraphale reminds him just who had to explain to whom why there weren't going to be anymore unicorns. ]

-if there's anything you might have run across in your reading you want to try out, consider me very game to lend a helping hand.

[ He grins, flicking his clever tongue out to tickle the tip of Aziraphale's nose. ]

...Or any bit of anatomy, really.

[It was a good memory for Aziraphale, too, despite the initial embarrassment of getting caught up in the middle of a Revolution. Crowley had looked especially rakish, lounging as he had against the stonework. And the crêpes had been delicious -- perhaps not worth losing one's head, but very nearly. Made even better, of course, by the company of his dining companion.

Aziraphale makes a soft, satisfied sound, his hand slipping into Crowley's and interlacing their fingers.]

It really wouldn't matter to me if you had all the experience in the world, or none at all, darling. It's new for us to be together like this, and I think that makes it rather exciting, don't you?

[He giggles at the flick of Crowley's tongue, finding it a sweet gesture, despite the innuendo behind it.]

The same goes for you, naturally. I'm all yours.

[ New and exciting certainly sums it up, though while Crowley is sure it will reach a point where it stops being 'new', he doubts that delighted thrill of holding Aziraphale close will ever go away.

There's a deviously gleeful wriggle from Crowley as he burrows his face into the crook of Aziraphale's neck, finding a small patch of skin that he may not have lavished with yet enough kisses. ]

All mine, mm? That is a very generous proposition, angel. Might want to be careful - I could make a whole meal of you.

[ As if that wasn't exactly what Crowley had done earlier. ]

Oh, I don't doubt that. In fact, with that skillful mouth of yours, I'm counting on it.

[A lack of interest in experimenting with humans or even his own corporation have not prevented the angel from fantasizing of the things he could do with Crowley, no matter how hard he pushed those thoughts away pre-Armageddon. With no reason to keep them locked away any longer, he finds himself eager to sample all he can of such pleasures.

As Crowley finds a particularly erogenous spot on Aziraphale's neck, the angel laughs breathlessly and dances his fingers up and down the demon's spine.]

Not that I expect you to do all the work of finding out what I like. I'm willing to become more familiar with my own corporation, if you think it would help.

[He presses a kiss to Crowley's ear, the pitch of his voice dropping a notch.]

Would you like that, dear?

[ Crowley feels a jolt go through his spine, straight to his cock.

Aziraphale exploring that lovely corporation of his...? Those perfect manicured hands running over soft skin, falling between gently parted legs as he slowly works himself into a climax -

Crowley has a sort of glazed look, as he stares up at Aziraphale, slack jawed and a drop of saliva pooling at the corner of his mouth.

When he finally finds himself capable of speech, his voice is high and hoarse. ]

...Yeah. Sounds great.

[ Crowley buries his flushed face right back where it had just been. ]

Satan's sake, Aziraphale, you sure you haven't done this before? Because you're awfully ....sexy for an ingenue angel.

[Oh, it's that thing Crowley does sometimes, where his mind goes somewhere else for a while. Aziraphale smiles, knowing very well what he's done, and fondly wipes away that bit of drool with the pad of his thumb.]

Lovely.

[He runs his fingers through Crowley's hair when the demon hides his face again and hums happily, quite pleased with himself.]

I'm only putting into practice what I've learned so far, darling. Glad to hear that it's paying off.

You always were a quick learner. Should've known you'd have taken to this like a duck to... whatever it is ducks take to.

[ He smiles, warm and soft as he goes back to tracing idle patterns on Aziraphale's bare skin with his knuckles, warm, comfortable and secure in spooning with the angel. ]

M'glad too. That your first time was something special. Knowing my luck sometimes, I'd've cocked it up and scared you off sex forever.

Water, dear. They take to water.

[No need for Crowley to suddenly shout out 'water' at some randomly inappropriate moment later. He sighs softly, lulled by the way Crowley traces over his skin, his own fingers playing with the strands of crimson hair between them.]

It was very special, my love, precisely because it was you. I can't imagine you lousing it up in any way.

Mm. Water.

[ His mind briefly wanders to the bath they didn't take, but he suspects they'll have plenty of time for that whenever they feel compelled to get up from the warmth and comfort of each other's arms. ]

And I don't know. I've got a talent for mucking things up. Could've done something embarrassing like go all snake-y or launch your underthings out the window or accidentally summon a mariachi band.

[ Crowley jokes about increasingly preposterous scenarios, head leaning into the hand playing with his hair. His teasing tone softens though, his hand coming to rest briefly over Aziraphale's heart. ]

It was special for me too, because it was you. It's always been you, even when I didn't realize it, or didn't understand.

[Good luck getting Aziraphale out of bed any time soon. When he does, it will be because he's feeling peckish. Besides, the bathtub isn't going anywhere.]

None of those would have scared me off, darling, although I admit the mariachi band would have been a mood killer.

[His tone is as light as Crowley's, although he's moved by the words that follow, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. The depth of Crowley's love continually surprises him -- not because of Heaven's propaganda that demons can't love, but the fact Crowley thinks Aziraphale is worth so much of it. He takes the hand resting over his heart and brings it to his mouth for a fervent kiss.]

I love you, Crowley. I'll never stop showing you, I promise.

I love you too, angel -

[ Despite his smile, Crowley isn't unaffected by the beginnings of tears as his own eyes grow a little watery in sympathy. They've waited so long for something so simple; to speak their feelings plainly and just be together, left alone to their own devices.

Aziraphale's kisses elicit a soft, content sound from the demon as he presses his own to Aziraphale's brow. ]

We can have this. We're free now, and they can't take it from us anymore.

[Aziraphale shuts his eyes and steadies his breathing. Having such freedom is both exhilarating and terrifying for a free range angel, but with Crowley by his side, he feels like he can manage. He lets go of Crowley's hand, but only so he can wrap his arms around Crowley and hold him possessively. In the ethereal plane, his wings follow the same motion.]

They'll have to go through me first, darling.

[That settled, he opens his eyes and looks at Crowley with a much lighter expression. He lets his fingers wander down the demon's side, winding back their line of conversation like a a spool of thread.]

So... is it safe to assume that you've learned how to pleasure yourself?

[ Crowley feels like he shouldn't be surprised at the possessive way Aziraphale holds him - after all, if the angel had been wanting this even a fraction as long as Crowley has, some clinginess is to be expected. But it does surprise him, and he loves it, his serpentine instincts kicking into overdrive so that every gangling limb is now securely wrapped around Aziraphale. ]

Go through both of us, I reckon. If they can rally the courage to even come near us now - I don't think they know what to make of, well, everything.

[ For most angels and demons, 6000 years of adherence to doctrine makes uncertainty about anything a terrifying prospect. And Aziraphale and Crowley had just made a lot of what had been considered absolutes now very shaky territory.

Crowley is grinning with pride and satisfaction about it, nuzzling affectionately into Aziraphale's cheek as, on another plane, their wings are as tangled together as the rest of them.

When Aziraphale not-so-subtly inquires about his masturbation habits, Crowley gives a loud and delighted 'ha!' ]

Curious about how I'd have a good wank, hmm?

[ His nuzzling goes from affectionate to sensual as he murmurs his reply into Aziraphale's ear, fingers dancing teasingly over the angel's perfect plush buttocks. ]

Never just shoved my hand down my trousers, oh no. Just rubbing one out always left me feeling kind of sad and empty. If I'm indulging, s'always after a nice meal, make a big production of it. Flower petals, candles, run a hot bath, put on some music - got to have an ambiance before I get down to imagining all the truly wicked things I've love to do with you.

[ Even the fantasy of Aziraphale requires Crowley's usual flare for the dramatic. ]

[Aziraphale has been waiting, longer than he even knew what he was waiting for, and not just to be with Crowley, but for Crowley to be safe from Hell's malicious retribution. This is about as safe as they'll ever get, but he'll take it. He gives Crowley a good squeeze, as close as they can be.]

An angel who can breathe Hellfire and a demon immune to holy water who are very much in love with one another. No, they wouldn't dare.

[Crowley's laugh and salacious reply has Aziraphale turning a rosy shade of red, but he refuses to be any more embarrassed than that. He's curious, and Crowley's description satisfies that curiosity quite nicely. His corporation reacts without him having to think twice about it, his rear pressing back unconsciously into those dancing fingers.]

Sounds very romantic... I don't suppose I could get a demonstration some time? It's the best way to learn, you know.

Edited 2020-08-11 14:33 (UTC)

You'd like me to put on a show for you, hm?

[ Oh, Crowley loves the idea of that, if the way his face lights up is anything to go by. He's always been a performative creature, and he especially loves performing for Aziraphale.

He drags the tips of his fingers over Aziraphale's thigh, idly contemplating plans for setting the scene. He's going to need a lot of velvet... ]

...For educational purposes, of course.

[The way Aziraphale's breath catches and his hips wiggle of their own accord is likely answer enough. He doesn't bother to be coy, although there is a slight hesitation before he replies, followed by a kiss on the crown of Crowley's hair.]

So long as you want to, my dear. I'd very much like to watch you. What did you like to think about, while you pleasured yourself? Perhaps I can inspire you while you're in the act?

'Course I want to. Just thinking about getting to see you lay hands on yourself -

[ A delighted shiver runs the expanse of Crowley's spine. He can feel the constant simmer of lust and love in his chest, an ever-present affection for the angel in his arms. The wiggling and the kiss only endear him more to Crowley, however impossible that may seem.

His devious grin softens a bit as he strokes a few stray curls from Aziraphale's forehead, thinking back to everything that inspired Crowley to spend a long evening in, enjoying some alone time with him, his hand, and the occasional piece of sexual paraphernalia. It usually didn't take much, as far as Aziraphale was concerned. Him chained up and pretty in the Bastille could have easily continued to fuel another few centuries of wild fantasies of Crowley running to his rescue with his arms full of a very grateful angel in varying states of dishevelment and undress. Hell, there had been a time where Aziraphale had just been puttering around his shop with his sleeves rolled to the elbow which had nearly given Crowley the vapors. ]

Believe me, angel, you have always been a veritable font of inspiration. Got a whole bloody list.

[ He goes in to capture Aziraphale's lips in a languid kiss, letting his tongue dip between his lover's teeth to tease before pulling away. ]

I don't want to overwhelm you though - how about we start simple, hmm?

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