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Can't anymore, got them full with you.

[ To emphasize his point, he gives Aziraphale's bum a tight squeeze. ]

See? Couldn't sit on them if I wanted to. Can't imagine ever wanting to either.

[Aziraphale makes a sound somewhere between a squeak and a squawk, but the look on his face is quite pleased. He scoots closer, lying more on top of Crowley than beside him, eyebrows raised in an encouraging expression.]

Good, because I can think of a number of things that I'd like those hands to do. And none of them involve eating oysters.

[He leans in for a long, languid kiss, pressing himself against Crowley's thigh. Thoughts of Crowley longing for him across the dinner table have him very interested in another go-round.]

Oh? Going to enlighten me? Or should I just sort of, work it out on my own?

[ Crowley is more than delighted to run his hands up Aziraphale's sides, and quite ready for round number two when he feels him pressing so sweetly against his leg. He rolls his thigh, just to give him a bit more friction.

The first time had been so frantic, so desperate, so needing, to take the edge off of century's long tension. The edge was, indeed dulled a bit now, and Crowley could focus more on pleasing Aziraphale - in more ways than just the obvious.

Crowley's hands came to rest on Aziraphale's chest. He'd seemed to like having his nipples toyed with earlier - perhaps he'd like them teased without mercy, to the very brink of arousal?

Or perhaps have every sensitive patch of skin kissed to senselessness?

So many options to start with, it's rather dizzying. ]

[Aziraphale's breath catches at the way Crowley moves beneath him, his cock growing all the harder for it. He's more relaxed now, certainly, but all the more aroused by the way Crowley touches him, the very anticipation of each brush of those fingers against sensitive skin.]

Oh, I... I think you already have a good sense of what I might like...

[He braces his weight on one forearm, his free hand tracing a line along Crowley's jaw, leaving obvious space between them.]

Putting your hands on my chest is a very good start.

Well, it's a very nice chest. Very warm.

[ He rests his palm over Aziraphale's heart, just briefly, so that he can feel its soft drumming.

He fans out his fingers and palms at Aziraphale's pectorals and then grazes over his nipples. He's slow, at least at first, thumbing them to firmness before he holds them pinched between his thumb and forefinger, lightly tugging and teasing.

Crowley leans up and presses several kisses along Aziraphale's chin and jaw. ]

Is this what you had in mind, love?

[Aziraphale blushes, his steady heartbeat picking up its pace. Will he ever get used to Crowley complimenting his corporation? Unlikely, but it's wonderful to hear.]

It's warm because of you, dear.

[Ever increasingly warm, especially when Crowley begins teasing his nipples in earnest. They are indeed sensitive, made more so because Crowley seems to know exactly how to touch them. He shivers and whines, muscles shifting to keep himself raised up, his free hand sliding into Crowley's hair while he's kissed. The term of endearment earns another shiver, all on its own, as he looks down at Crowley with unbridled adoration.]

Oh, yes... such an ingenious -- ah! -- use of your hands...

[ Crowley let's out a needy sound when Aziraphale gets his fingers in his hair. He's sure they'll explore that in greater depth some time in the future.

When he's satisfied that Aziraphale's nipples have been fondled to pert, pebble-hard attention, his hands wander down to his hips, and then to cup those plush cheeks, squeezing and pushing down, encouraging Aziraphale to take his pleasure grinding against Crowley's thigh. ]

Now you've done it, angel. Not ever going to have enough of you after this.

[ He nips playfully at his throat before leaning in for a long, slow, deep kiss. ]

[At the very least, Aziraphale's subconscious mind has cottoned on to the fact that Crowley likes having his hair touched. Consciously, he's too much of a flushed, flustered mess to think about it, leaking pre-come, whimpering out heaps of praise for those clever, nimble fingers. It's almost a relief when Crowley pushes him down, finally able to give into that contact and rub shamelessly against Crowley's thigh.]

H-how do you know that wasn't my plan to begin with?

[He smiles, pleased he was able to string those words together, but the victory is short-lived when Crowley kisses him so slowly, so deeply that he can't think of anything else. He rolls his hips, both hands burying themselves in Crowley's hair, lost in the pleasure of that kiss.]

Then you - ah -

[ Crowley's own hips twitched - it was odd that even a brush of Aziraphale's soft thigh to his own erection could elicit such a wild shock to his body. His fingers dig into his cheeks, kneading them and spreading them open. ]

Then you put every temptation I've ever done to bloody shame. Downright seductive, you are.

[ With one hand holding him open, Crowley strokes a finger around the rim of Aziraphale's entrance. His touch there is gentle, feather light, and his eyes are on Aziraphale's face looking for any sign of discomfort. ]

[That gasp does not go unnoticed. The next time Aziraphale rolls his hips, he makes damn well sure that Crowley's erection is pressed against in the process.]

Only -- oh -- only because -- because of the thing. The thing during the Cold War with the bombs.

[He knows that doesn't make any sense, but he has a demon distracting him most thoroughly. It comes to him in the next breath.]

Arms race. You -- you're -- I have to keep up with you, you fiend -- oh, Crowley, what you're doing to me --

[All good things, of course. All good things that are more than welcome. There is no discomfort on his face when Crowley touches his entrance, only a soft smile of anticipation.]

Oh, goodness. Do you intend to...? That is, oh... dearest, please. Please do.

[ It's like every nerve in Crowley's human corporation lit up like a Christmas tree, and he can feel every reverberation of it to his infernal core. Credit where it's due, human bodies were brilliant.

Crowley is sucking a hungry trail as Aziraphale goes on about arms races, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction as the angel says his name so sweetly, and he loves him all the more.
He'd originally just planned on teasing him, maybe slithering down and getting his tongue in on the fun; but the way Aziraphale asks makes it sound like he'd want more than just a bit of rubbing action there. ]

D'you mean other than my fingers? I can, I definitely can, if you'd like. I mean, if you're ready and all, no rush. Can just tease a little, go as slow as you need. Everything we're doing, been doing? Feels marvelous.

[ He's rambling, suddenly feeling all nerves. He doesn't want to push Aziraphale into something he's not ready for if he's misread the signals. Not the first time they got their wires crossed. ]

[Aziraphale has never been great about talking about what he wants. That has nothing to do with Crowley, who has been patient beyond measure, but unfortunately the poor demon has borne the brunt of it, forced to guess the angel's desires based on the look in his eyes or the slant of his mouth.

He doesn't want it to be a guessing game for Crowley anymore. Especially not here. With a slow exhale, he props himself up on an elbow so that he can make eye contact with Crowley, his smile warm and a touch nervous.]

Yes, I mean other than your fingers. But I'd like your fingers first, obviously. I know you'll take good care of me, you always have.

[ Can his heart ache any more? It feels much too big for his chest, like his ribs are going to crack open and it's going to spill out all over the bed.

Admittedly, it's not the most romantic image. It involves a lot of fluids of the decidedly not-at-all fun variety that actually make Crowley quite squeamish. But one feels what one feels and he really hopes the feeling stays metaphorical. ]

Right. Yes. Not just gonna dive right in.

[ Not that they couldn't. One miracle and they'd both be ready in an instant. But they can explore that at another date. Right now it's about making sure Aziraphale knows he's loved, that Crowley would go every extra mile to ensure the angel felt loved at every turn. Heaven knows (quite literally) he hadn't been getting that from his colleagues.

Crowley kisses him again, every inch of his face until he reaches his mouth, drawing him into his with a clever tongue. His fingers are warm and slick as they rub against his entrance, parting it as he slides in the tip of one digit. ]

...Always will, Angel. Nice and slow then, yeah?

[As if reading his mind, Aziraphale leans down to place a kiss over Crowley's heart.]

Yes, please. Take your time with me, I want to experience it all.

[He's aware that a miracle would make things easier physically, but he craves the process as much as the end result. To make love... well, not exactly like humans, but close to it.

When Crowley finally breaches him with a tip of a finger, he moans softly into the demon's inviting mouth. He's so sensitive there, and he suspects that if not for Crowley's capable hands, it would be uncomfortable. Instead, it's nothing but the beginnings of a pleasant stretch.]

Ah... oh, that's nice... Yes, nice and slow, please...

We can. We can just -

[ It hits him suddenly, this wave of giddiness and joy. Six thousand years of having to treat every facet of their friendship like some secret, furtive thing and now, now they can just love each other openly and without shame. He laughs against Aziraphale's lips, and he can feel tears streaming down his cheeks as he holds his lover close. ]

Yeah. All of it. Definitely. We got time.

[ His voice sounds choked to his own ears, and he kisses Aziraphale again and again, while stroking his insides, just shy of that most sensitive spot. They could do this, and a thousand other things any time they want. They could make out passionately in the Ritz bathrooms or hold hands as they stroll through St. James Park. Crowley might even be able to convince Aziraphale to go see a film with him. Perhaps modern cinema might hold more appeal if they could enjoy it cuddled up together on seats miracled to be actually comfortable. ]

[Crowley's joy radiates out of him, which is why Aziraphale doesn't worry about the tears. He does fuss a bit, kissing them away, his own eyes shining in empathy.]

I know, darling, I know.

[He wants it all, too, to love Crowley out in the open as well as behind closed doors. And now that he's had a taste, he can't imagine going anywhere without at least holding his lover's hand. If there's cuddling involved, he'll likely agree to just about anything the demon proposes. So long as they can be together.

What Crowley is doing to him now, however, captures all his attention. He moans and squirms, delighting in the feel of Crowley touching him somewhere so intimate. He acclimates easily, pleasure building within him at a steady rate.]

[ Crowley keeps one steadying hand on Aziraphale's hip as the angel squirms and wriggles. It's a wonder to watch - that happy little wiggle he's always done, but now somehow even more erotic. He beams through his tears and adds a finger, shallow at first, and then gradually deepening his languid thrusts. He rocks his thigh against Aziraphale's erection, moving in time with each push deeper into his lover. ]

It's brilliant, yeah?

[ He may be talking about either the fact they could enjoy their freedom however they saw fit from now on, or possibly about how touching Aziraphale like this, pressed together and making love like a pair of humans, with all the care and tenderness that required. ]

[Aziraphale doesn't think he could remain still even if he tried, so Crowley's steadying hand is most appreciated. The sounds that Crowley draws out of him are familiar, too, happy sighs and moans that will likely cause the poor demon a mild heart attack the next time they are out to dinner. Aziraphale can't help it! It all feels so good, and he's never been good at hiding how much he enjoys something.]

Oh... terribly, terribly brilliant -- ah! These corporations are true marvels...

[Although it goes much deeper than that. Not just their bodies, but the love that Crowley has for him, the love that Aziraphale reciprocates, it magnifies and illuminates every touch. He thrusts back onto Crowley's fingers, opening up easily, resisting the urge to grind against his thigh and inadvertently ends things before they've barely begun.]

[ Crowley feels like he deserves some kind of commendation for keeping it together as well as he is. Just the sounds Aziraphale is making alone would fuel his imagination for centuries. ]

Yesss, you are a marvel.

[ Crowley forgets himself and hisses, fingers scissoring inside Aziraphale to stretch him slowly open. ]

Gonna -

[ His breath hitches as he rubs involuntarily against the angel. ]

...Gonna roll you over so you're more comfortable, okay? Just move with me, don't want to stop touching you.

[Aziraphale wants to retort that it's Crowley who's the marvel, but the words won't leave him, not while he's biting his lower lip and whining over whatever Crowley is doing with his fingers. It feels like he's being stretched in all directions, and the feeling is oddly addictive. This is not merely some means to an end --

-- for either of them, it seems, based on how Crowley is hissing and rubbing against him in turn. It's a real thrill, to know he's the cause of that. At Crowley's request, he nods and pants softly, eyes full of trust.]

Of course, dear. I'm... ohh, quite comfortable as is, but you know what's best...

[ Crowley is careful to hold Aziraphale steady as he rolls him onto his back in their little nest of pillows. He continues to finger him as he adjusts their positions, settling between Aziraphale's thighs, even hooking his elbow under the angel's knee to guide it around his hip. ]

Better angle this way, more comfortable.

[ And he could look at Aziraphale properly, see every delectable expression as they moved together - and while Crowley might admit some bias, Aziraphale was absolutely the most alluring being in all creation. It just showed how little taste Heaven actually had that they couldn't see it.

He shifted again so he was sitting upright, on his knees, and pulled his fingers out, and instead positioned his cockhead at the angel's entrance. ]

Right. We're really doing this, yeah?

[ He sounds breathless, anticipatory and eager. He wants this badly, but if Aziraphale wants to back out, he's happy to give him an opening. ]

[So the salesperson that Aziraphale spoke to about bedding was right; one can never have too many pillows. He feels cushioned on all sides and can't help but luxuriate properly in that soft, warm nest that they've made for themselves. The elbow under his knee is a surprise, but he wraps his leg around Crowley's hip securely, as directed. He immediately feels the effect this has on the position of Crowley's fingers and whines appreciatively.]

Ah! You're so clever, darling...

[There's another whine when Crowley pulls out his fingers, this time not so appreciatively. Petulantly, is more like it. He pouts for the scant second it takes for the demon to offer a far better trade.

Looking up into Crowley's eyes, he smiles with such brightness in his eyes that there isn't any doubt how much he wants this, too.]

We are. Please, Crowley. I'm ready for you.

[ Crowley lets out a laugh. The sight of Aziraphale reclining like some wanton prince makes him feel uncharacteristically giddy. The pout earns him an adoring kiss from Crowley, before the demon finally begins to push in.

It's agonizingly slow. He knows, on some subconsciousness level, they don't need to take their time. Their bodies could adjust comfortably in a matter of no time at all.

But Crowley wants to draw it out, to commit every milometer of that first push in to memory. To prove to Aziraphale that he can go slow when it matters.

He doesn't take his eyes off Aziraphale's face, until he's all the way in, utterly enveloped by the tight warmth of the angel, and it's altogether too much for him. He cups Aziraphale's cheeks, kissing him messily, and murmuring incomprehensible declarations of affection. All the while, his hips seeming to rock of their own accord, trying to burrow his cock impossibly deeper. ]

[Slow is what Aziraphale wants, too, so that he can savor every moment of them coming together. His eyelids flutter from the sheer overwhelming pleasure of it, his mouth dropping open in a soft gasp, a flush high in his cheeks. Every bit the blushing virgin, if not for the way his leg tightens around Crowley's hip, drawing him in encouragingly, and the moan that follows once he's entirely filled with Crowley.]

Oh... oh, dearest...

[He loses himself in those kisses, hands coming up to bury themselves in Crowley's hair, to keep the demon as close as he can. His hips rock back instinctively, delighting in how he's surrounded by Crowley, inside and out.]

[ He wonders if this could be their eternity. Just joined together at the hips and mouths, enveloped in warmth, pleasure, comfort and love. After everything, maybe just a few thousand years of this would be just what the doctor ordered.

That moan and the hands in his hair is enough to make his hips tremble, and he has to break the kiss, pausing to take several slow, deep breaths so he doesn't just spill and end everything before they've even begun. He nuzzles Aziraphale's cheek, stroking damp curls from his forehead to wordlessly reassure him that nothing is wrong, that he just needs a moment to collect himself. Once he can trust himself to speak coherently, he manages; ]

M'right there with you - fuck, angel, you're incredible and we've barely started.

[ It's no exaggeration either. This whole love business he thought was a bit of a bugger, given all the heart ache and pining, but now he's really getting what all the fuss is about. Now that he can just tell Aziraphale how wonderful he is, how cherished and treasured and utterly adored, without having to couch it all in ambiguity and plausible deniability. It feels like he just rediscovered some lost treasure after ages of thinking it to be lost and everything about Aziraphale feels right.

He takes another few deep breaths, gathers himself, and reaches down to give Aziraphale's thigh an encouraging stroke, his slow rocking resuming. Eventually he builds up to long, slow thrusts between leisurely kissing every inch of Aziraphale he can lay his mouth on. ]

Tell me if you'd like to go faster, yeah?

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