[They're barely temptations anymore, as Aziraphale no longer makes Crowley jump through hoops to coax him into doing what he wants to do anyway. There's no one keeping score, no one who he might have to offer an explanation that is an incredibly well-constructed loophole masquerading as Heaven-approved, including himself.
He does like to be indulged and pampered, and certainly allows it more often than not. His only limit now seems to be when he wants to return the favor.
Aziraphale turns his head to smile at Crowley, giggling involuntarily at the brush of black feathers on his bare skin. The compliment that follows has him blushing and hiding part of his face in the crook of his elbow.]
You're too kind, dear. I think I might have set an unfair expectation for the humans, in that respect.
[He made it a point to tone down his brilliance for Adam and Eve, not wanting to frighten the poor things. It seemed to take forever for the other angels to understand why showing up as a burning wheel of fire with thousands of eyes or as a massive being with multiple heads was only going to terrify them out of their mortal minds.
His wings flex once, brushing against Crowley's.]
No, they feel wonderful. Better than they've ever been.
[He reaches out and runs his fingers along Crowley's pinion, smiling softly.]
I can groom you now, if you like. Not that you need it, your wings are always immaculate.
[ Crowley's wings were, indeed, smooth, neat and had a healthy sheen to them. That didn't mean he didn't Aziraphale's fingers buried deep in the feathers, touching a part of his bare essence. ]
...Please.
[ He only just manages to avoid whimpering it. He can't imagine that Aziraphale touching him anywhere would feel anything besides phenomenal, but his wings - the sheer intimacy of it - and that Aziraphale was offering -
His heart really was doing some fun little backflips as Crowley pressed a kiss to the angel's brow. ]
[Aziraphale rolls to his side, and for a moment is tempted to pull Crowley close and tangle all their limbs together, wings included, into a heated embrace. He settles for a kiss, hand propped against the demon's chin, before he sits up and stretches his wings. The crest at the top, flight feathers touching, before he lets them relax and flutter behind him.]
Here, love. Take the wedge, I'll scoot in behind you.
[He moves out of the way, leaving a warm indent in the sheets from where he was lying. But before Crowley takes his place, he trails a finger down Crowley's chest and gives a tug at the low collar of his robe.]
[ Crowley feels a pleasant shiver down his spine, as though following the trajectory of Aziraphale's caress, and then gives the angel an appreciative once-over. He adored Aziraphale's corporation - handsome in a soft and warm bookish way, with such lovely and expressive eyes. It reflected the entity that inhabited it perfectly. ]
Oh, definitely off. Can't let you have all the fun.
[ His eyes fall once more to Aziraphale's arousal before he slips out the little scrap of red silk he calls a bathrobe and pointedly flings it into a corner of the bedroom.
...Their bedroom.
He suspects that even on their six millionth anniversary, Crowley will still find some new detail of their relationship to marvel over. ]
I'm still having a tremendous amount of fun, dear.
[He says this with a warm smile, looking over Crowley's body in turn, admiring his thin, supple frame. Even if he wasn't hopelessly in love with his demon, he'd find his figure aesthetically pleasing, on par with Le genié du mal. Or was it Le ange du mal? Whichever statue that was removed from church for being too attractive, that'd be the one.
He waits for Crowley to get settled, then places his hands on those shiny, soft coverts and starts preening them. There are very few old feathers that need to be worked free or barbs to smooth back into place, but he takes his time, anyway, leaving no feather untouched.]
They're so beautiful, darling.
[He pauses a moment, leaning over to place a kiss between where his wings emerge.]
[ Crowley finds it terribly unfair how quickly Aziraphale can gently pick him apart. Dreadfully unfair even - he may have to endure this torment a very long time, just to start building up an immunity, truly, a tragedy of the times.
The demon relaxes on the wedge, stretching his limbs and luxuriating just to give Aziraphale a nice show while the angel lavishes him with attention and compliments. The kiss right smack in the middle of his back makes him jolt, both in surprise and pleasure. ]
Mmrhghmm - feels so good angel.
[ Settling down, Crowley stretches his wings out, making little sounds of appreciation as Aziraphale works his magic. ]
[It is a lovely show, indeed. Aziraphale finds Crowley a work of art from all angles, and if he's being totally honest, a touch distracting. Good thing Crowley's wings only need to be pampered and not as thoroughly groomed as Aziraphale's.
He switches to the other wing, giving it the same loving attention as the first, murmuring soft praises as they come to him. Such beautiful feathers, how they gleam in the light. So soft and smooth underneath his fingers, and how strong the muscles beneath.
His hand trails down to where the wing emerges from Crowley's back. He lightly tickles the downy feathers there, then leans in again for more kisses, all around the scapulars, nuzzling into that feathery warmth, then patiently smoothing them back out.]
[ Crowley is flushed from his cheeks to shoulders, burying his face in his arms to muffle the high, keening sound he makes when Aziraphale finds The Spot. Right there in the joint where the wing meets his back. It's always been sensitive, given how Crowley has to make several adjustments to his body just to reach it. Oh, but when he did manage - and yet it's nothing compared to Aziraphale's fingers or lips. Between that and the angel's tender words, Crowley is having a very difficult time not rutting into the pillow, hips twitching and jerking with the effort of his restraint. The demon looks quite the mess, the towel having long since unraveled, though still partially wrapped around his hair, and he glances back at Aziraphale, wild-eyed. ]
Angel - fuck-! That feels - it feels -
[ Good didn't cover it. Great felt like the understatement of the century. He could probably come just from Aziraphale messing around back there, no hands or wedge pillow required. ]
[Aziraphale, loving bastard that he is, merely looks up from the feathers with a smile before resuming his tender kisses and teasing touches. Crowley doesn't need to put into words how attention to this particular spot is driving him absolutely wild. He switches to scapulars on the other wing, his own wings draping over Crowley's, feathers brushing against feathers.]
You can take your pleasure if you like, darling. Don't hold back on my account.
[He murmurs this between kisses, one of his hands sliding down to swell of Crowley's backside, pushing him gently, but firmly against the bed, encouraging him to rut into the pillow.]
[ Crowley couldn't refuse even if he wanted to. He outright moans, thrusting into the pillow. The brush of their feathers, the hand on his ass, and the touch of Aziraphale's mouth - it was all so much. Crowley rocked his hips shamelessly, glancing over his shoulder to see just what Aziraphale was up to. He knew the angel had a streak of mischief in him, the clever, brilliant bastard, and Crowley loved seeing him act on it. ]
Fffuck, I'm close - jussst - just a bit more - angel, please!
[ Well, now he was just at the point of incomprehensible begging. Just that light brush, the very ghost of a touch, between their raw essences had him in such a state. It was, he considers, a very good thing Aziraphale was the reasonable one between them and had suggested caution. If they had gone all in as Crowley had initially wanted, they might actually vaporize the planet in a cosmic level orgasm.
[Crowley's begging does not fall on deaf ears; Aziraphale's hand slides further down his rear, cupping the meat of it and squeezing tenderly, while his wings lazily brush against the immaculate black feathers below..]
That's it, my dear. I can feel how close you are.
[He resumes his kisses, nosing into the spaces between the feathers and lightly tonguing the delicate skin beneath. Not at all a typical grooming session, but he feels empowered by Crowley's moans and whimpers, knowing that he can have a taste of that essence while keeping them both safe. Crowley can fall apart beneath him, but he'll be there to gather him back up and make him whole again.]
[ Crowley has never had an orgasm like this. It's not the intense build-up and white-hot burst of endorphins, but rather a persistent and expanding pleasure that rolls through him like a heavy breeze. It lasts several minutes and he's left shuddering and gasping, clawing at the sheets as it builds to such intensity that he's overwhelmed. The only thing in his world at that moment is Aziraphale; his wings, his tongue, the warmth of him. It's everywhere, and Crowley's wings rise and fall, feathers shivering against Aziraphale's, until Crowley's strength gives out and he collapses, utterly boneless.
Panting for air he technically shouldn't need, he paws feebly behind him, trying to coax Aziraphale from his over-stimulated wings. ]
See?
[ He's weary, breathless, and all too pleased with himself. ]
[All through Crowley's orgasm, Aziraphale holds him close, whispering words of encouragement, telling the demon how beautiful and lovely he is. The angel's own wings shiver and tremble, a reflection of the pleasure he feels flowing out of his beloved, their auras mingling at the edges.]
Shh, it's all right. I have you.
[He pulls back his wings as soon as Crowley requests it, moving to the demon's side and running a hand down his spine. A miracle cleans up the mess beneath him and wicks away the slick of saliva from his skin, the downy feathers around the base of his wings fluffing back up to pristine order.]
Yes, dear. You were right about the wings. And I was right about taking it slow. Imagine if I tried to curl up my soul within you now?
[He says this while he continues to fuss over Crowley, removing the towel from his hair that's all but fallen off and gently brushing the locks away from his face. He's still fully aroused, but determined to ignore his own desires until he makes sure that Crowley is completely cared for in the aftermath of his climax.]
[ Oh, fuck, he can feel Aziraphale, right on the periphery of his existence, shimmering like the sun. It's a tremendous feeling, all the warm and wonderful parts of him, but also the parts that are petty and stubborn and infuriating and Crowley loves those too because they are so vital to who Aziraphale is.
Once Aziraphale has miracled him clean (and Crowley does so hope that someone upstairs is still getting notified about the angel's miracles), he nestles close, pressing kisses to Aziraphale's throat. ]
I can definitely imagine. Had a hand in a few supernovas and I think we'd put them all to shame.
[ Long fingers dance along Aziraphale's chest, Crowley's thumb resting on a nipple which he rubs lazily. ]
Not that it wouldn't be worth it, but we should probably find a nice, quiet, and relatively empty corner of the solar system before we, ah. Go all the way.
[Aziraphale keeps a wing stretched over Crowley as they resettle, a feathery canopy that brushes lightly at his skin every so often without overwhelming either of them. He shuts his eyes and mrrs something unintelligible in response to the kisses, his fingers curling gently in Crowley's red curls.]
You certainly put on quite a show for me. Ah!
[He bucks his hips a little from the touch of Crowley's fingers on his nipple and giggles.]
I'll leave that to you, darling. You're the space expert. I suppose I'll just have to suffer through making love the mundane way until then.
[ Crowley agrees, leaning his head into the fingers in his hair. He did so love the way Aziraphale's hips jolted as well, so he slides his thigh between the angel's legs, so he has something to thrust up against. ]
Truly such hardships, angel, getting those sweet little human noises out of your exquisite, corporeal mouth.
[ That is to say it is only a hardship in that it made Crowley hard. Sometimes at rather inconvenient times.
But now was a good time and a very good place for it, and so he wraps his wings under Aziraphale's and around him, letting his primaries tickle the back of his legs and rear. ]
Just a tragedy, truly how shall we ever cope?
[ Rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Crowley returns to the labourious task of sucking a trail of kisses down the angel's neck and collarbone. Truly, this is one deprived demon. ]
[Aziraphale, being the stubborn angel that he is, purses his lips petulantly, but his resolve lasts all of two seconds before he whines and presses his arousal against Crowley's thigh. Wily serpent, somehow always knowing exactly what his angel wants...
The wings wrapped around him send a sweet shiver through his own, that delightful physical sensation coupled with the thrum of Crowley's essence underneath.]
I'm sure you'll think of s-something. Clever demon that you are... oh, dearest, yes, just like that...
[He could live in this little space surrounded by Crowley's wings, festooned with kisses and teasing touches. He nuzzles and pets Crowley's hair, thrusting languidly against him, savoring each spark of pleasure as it washes over him.]
[ Crowley could carry on like this indefinitely if Aziraphale wished it. Let them be caught in this limbo of endless kissing and caressing, without worry or care for ought but each other's happiness.
The 'dearest' brings Crowley's wings sweeping over Aziraphale as the demon moans something unintelligible against his collar bone. His lips move downwards, deciding that Aziraphale's nipple endured enough teasing from his fingers and could really use some tender love from his clever forked tongue.
The shift in position moves Crowley's thigh, leaving his stomach for Aziraphale to rut into. There is nothing, he thinks, that should be at all alluring about having his belly covered in spend. There really shouldn't. And yet he finds himself quite eager to see Aziraphale paint his stomach with it.
His hands have also freed up so he makes good use of them, burying his long fingers in the feathers at Aziraphale's shoulders, gently massaging the joints. ]
[Aziraphale gives a desperate little sound as Crowley shifts his position and puts his tongue to good use. In the weeks that they've been together physically, the angel has enjoyed all sorts of configurations between them, but his favorite remains any sort of sex like this, curled up against one another, skin to skin. Perhaps it was because of all the years he had to keep Crowley at a distance that he now wanted the demon as close as possible.
His hands continue to play with Crowley's hair, delighted by how much more there is to wind around his fingers. He still wants to braid it, but obviously not in his current state. But who can blame him for being distracted, really? His thrusts turn more urgent, pleasure coiling tight within him now that he's finally giving his body what it wants.]
Oh, I -- I'm nearly there -- Crowley --!
[It's the massaging of his wing joints that tips him over, his feathers rustling like a rainstorm. He comes across Crowley's stomach, his climax clutching and releasing him in waves, until with a soft gasp he collapses against his demon, wings drooping off the side of the bed. The smile on his face is nothing short of blissful.]
Felt like you were massaging my very soul, dear... well done...
[ Crowley mouths a trail up Aziraphale's chest as he slithers up for a kiss, dragging his slick belly over the angel's cock. He has the biggest, shit-eating grin on his face as he gently smooths Aziraphale's feathers back into place. The praise may be going a bit to his head.
But he also knows full well what Aziraphale means. That they can touch - truly touch - without hurting each other is astonishing. There's still the lingering possibility that doing so may set off the equivalent of several nuclear warheads, but they could take a nice afternoon or two off at the other end of the solar system to see how that pans out. ]
I know, love. Had your tongue right up against my wings not ten minutes ago. Touching you, being touched by you - it's - I don't know how to describe it, but it feels so very right.
[ He buries his fingers in Aziraphale's damp curls,, stroking him as he comes down from his orgasm. He loves this the best, the sheer intimacy of everything they do, down to the most mundane things. It's always been there; part of the reason he always found himself drawn to Aziraphale, but it was treated as some furtive thing they had to hide and deny. Now that they can just be, Crowley is utterly basking in it. That he can take Aziraphale in his arms and leave him with such a blissed out smile is the most marvelous thing to the demon. He kisses him, gazing back with adoration. ]
You're incredible, you know that? I'm sure I've said it, but it bears repeating.
[Aziraphale's wings twitch from the gentle aftershocks of Crowley's soothing touch, the contented rumble in his chest suspiciously like a purr. His earlier anxieties of having their souls touch is but a faded memory. How could anything that feels this right pose a threat to either of them? It's only a matter of easing into it at this point.
He laughs softly when Crowley's words echo his thoughts, miracle-ing away the mess between them with a lazy wave of his hand.]
Would you call it cliché if I say that I think it's because of our love for one another?
[He returns the kiss, his hands wandering over Crowley's wings without any intention other than to feel the soft feathers under his fingers. The look Crowley gives him, paired with the compliment, make him blush and smile like the demon has hung the moon and stars just for him.]
Only because you deserve it, darling.
[His hands return to Crowley's hair.]
Shall I braid your hair? Surely it's dry enough by now.
[ The logical part of Crowley's brain is saying that the explanation is probably a lot simpler; that angels and demons aren't so profoundly different as either side has led themselves to believe, and that, if they were so inclined, the likes of Hastur and Michael could do this just as easily as Aziraphale and Crowley with no adverse side effects.
The hopeless romantic in him quickly overrules it though. The hopeless romantic loves a good cliche. And there is a rightness to being with the angel Crowley can't simply logic away. ]
True love conquers all? I should object on sheer principle, but I think in this case I can make an exception.
[ He nuzzles up against Aziraphale's cheek, and finally comes to something approximating stillness. Crowley's always been a bit wriggly and a fidgeter, and right now he's fidgeting with a bit of Aziraphale's plumage. ]
And yeah, definitely dry enough. How'd you like me, angel?
True love and a deep understanding of one another. We've put those six thousand odd years to good use.
[There's space for both the practical and romantic in their theory, but he knows what he felt when he had the pulse of Crowley's essence up against his tongue. He feels it still, in the way the demon fidgets with his feathers. Love, in all its glory.]
Goodness, what a question. [He chuckles and rolls to a sitting position.] Sit up, dear, with your back to me.
[He gives his wings one last, good stretch, before tucking them back into the astral plane. They feel so much better, now that they've been so thoroughly groomed. With a snap of his fingers, the hairbrush from the bathroom is within arm's reach.]
Do I brush it again, from the middle, like last time?
[ It's a sentiment Crowley can easily get behind. Six thousand years together, they knew each other inside out. Now, rather quite literally.
Crowley folds his wings, and wriggles his way into what passes for upright for a creature who has tried for many years to come across as downwrong. He settles himself between Aziraphale's legs, and sweeps his wild red ringlets over his shoulders. ]
Mm, just like last time.
[ It's hard for Crowley to think about what he's more eager for - being able to groom Aziraphale's wings, getting his hair brushed, or - well, just everything. His cock, at half-mast since Aziraphale's orgasm, has been put in time out, covered by a pillow so Crowley could have his attention elsewhere. ]
[Aziraphale lets out an involuntary sigh at that sweep of wild hair over Crowley's shoulders. Task momentarily forgotten, he leans in to press his face into all that hair and breathe in the intoxicating combination of the shampoo and Crowley's scent beneath it.]
Absolutely breathtaking, my dear.
[He kisses Crowley's shoulder, then reaches for the brush. The pillow in Crowley's lap does not go unnoticed and he hides a smile. The demon will never hear a single complaint from the angel about how easily aroused he becomes in the angel's presence.
With careful, gentle strokes, he works the brush from the middle of Crowley's hair down to the tips, using a tiny miracle or two on any of the more irksome tangles. The oil's done a lovely job; he's reminded of fine silk, the way those red locks bounce back from each stroke, sleek and shiny.]
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He does like to be indulged and pampered, and certainly allows it more often than not. His only limit now seems to be when he wants to return the favor.
Aziraphale turns his head to smile at Crowley, giggling involuntarily at the brush of black feathers on his bare skin. The compliment that follows has him blushing and hiding part of his face in the crook of his elbow.]
You're too kind, dear. I think I might have set an unfair expectation for the humans, in that respect.
[He made it a point to tone down his brilliance for Adam and Eve, not wanting to frighten the poor things. It seemed to take forever for the other angels to understand why showing up as a burning wheel of fire with thousands of eyes or as a massive being with multiple heads was only going to terrify them out of their mortal minds.
His wings flex once, brushing against Crowley's.]
No, they feel wonderful. Better than they've ever been.
[He reaches out and runs his fingers along Crowley's pinion, smiling softly.]
I can groom you now, if you like. Not that you need it, your wings are always immaculate.
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...Please.
[ He only just manages to avoid whimpering it. He can't imagine that Aziraphale touching him anywhere would feel anything besides phenomenal, but his wings - the sheer intimacy of it - and that Aziraphale was offering -
His heart really was doing some fun little backflips as Crowley pressed a kiss to the angel's brow. ]
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Here, love. Take the wedge, I'll scoot in behind you.
[He moves out of the way, leaving a warm indent in the sheets from where he was lying. But before Crowley takes his place, he trails a finger down Crowley's chest and gives a tug at the low collar of his robe.]
On or off, it's up to you.
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Oh, definitely off. Can't let you have all the fun.
[ His eyes fall once more to Aziraphale's arousal before he slips out the little scrap of red silk he calls a bathrobe and pointedly flings it into a corner of the bedroom.
...Their bedroom.
He suspects that even on their six millionth anniversary, Crowley will still find some new detail of their relationship to marvel over. ]
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[He says this with a warm smile, looking over Crowley's body in turn, admiring his thin, supple frame. Even if he wasn't hopelessly in love with his demon, he'd find his figure aesthetically pleasing, on par with Le genié du mal. Or was it Le ange du mal? Whichever statue that was removed from church for being too attractive, that'd be the one.
He waits for Crowley to get settled, then places his hands on those shiny, soft coverts and starts preening them. There are very few old feathers that need to be worked free or barbs to smooth back into place, but he takes his time, anyway, leaving no feather untouched.]
They're so beautiful, darling.
[He pauses a moment, leaning over to place a kiss between where his wings emerge.]
Just like the rest of you.
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The demon relaxes on the wedge, stretching his limbs and luxuriating just to give Aziraphale a nice show while the angel lavishes him with attention and compliments. The kiss right smack in the middle of his back makes him jolt, both in surprise and pleasure. ]
Mmrhghmm - feels so good angel.
[ Settling down, Crowley stretches his wings out, making little sounds of appreciation as Aziraphale works his magic. ]
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He switches to the other wing, giving it the same loving attention as the first, murmuring soft praises as they come to him. Such beautiful feathers, how they gleam in the light. So soft and smooth underneath his fingers, and how strong the muscles beneath.
His hand trails down to where the wing emerges from Crowley's back. He lightly tickles the downy feathers there, then leans in again for more kisses, all around the scapulars, nuzzling into that feathery warmth, then patiently smoothing them back out.]
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Angel - fuck-! That feels - it feels -
[ Good didn't cover it. Great felt like the understatement of the century. He could probably come just from Aziraphale messing around back there, no hands or wedge pillow required. ]
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You can take your pleasure if you like, darling. Don't hold back on my account.
[He murmurs this between kisses, one of his hands sliding down to swell of Crowley's backside, pushing him gently, but firmly against the bed, encouraging him to rut into the pillow.]
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Fffuck, I'm close - jussst - just a bit more - angel, please!
[ Well, now he was just at the point of incomprehensible begging. Just that light brush, the very ghost of a touch, between their raw essences had him in such a state. It was, he considers, a very good thing Aziraphale was the reasonable one between them and had suggested caution. If they had gone all in as Crowley had initially wanted, they might actually vaporize the planet in a cosmic level orgasm.
Big bang, indeed. ]
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That's it, my dear. I can feel how close you are.
[He resumes his kisses, nosing into the spaces between the feathers and lightly tonguing the delicate skin beneath. Not at all a typical grooming session, but he feels empowered by Crowley's moans and whimpers, knowing that he can have a taste of that essence while keeping them both safe. Crowley can fall apart beneath him, but he'll be there to gather him back up and make him whole again.]
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Panting for air he technically shouldn't need, he paws feebly behind him, trying to coax Aziraphale from his over-stimulated wings. ]
See?
[ He's weary, breathless, and all too pleased with himself. ]
...Was right about the wings.
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Shh, it's all right. I have you.
[He pulls back his wings as soon as Crowley requests it, moving to the demon's side and running a hand down his spine. A miracle cleans up the mess beneath him and wicks away the slick of saliva from his skin, the downy feathers around the base of his wings fluffing back up to pristine order.]
Yes, dear. You were right about the wings. And I was right about taking it slow. Imagine if I tried to curl up my soul within you now?
[He says this while he continues to fuss over Crowley, removing the towel from his hair that's all but fallen off and gently brushing the locks away from his face. He's still fully aroused, but determined to ignore his own desires until he makes sure that Crowley is completely cared for in the aftermath of his climax.]
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Once Aziraphale has miracled him clean (and Crowley does so hope that someone upstairs is still getting notified about the angel's miracles), he nestles close, pressing kisses to Aziraphale's throat. ]
I can definitely imagine. Had a hand in a few supernovas and I think we'd put them all to shame.
[ Long fingers dance along Aziraphale's chest, Crowley's thumb resting on a nipple which he rubs lazily. ]
Not that it wouldn't be worth it, but we should probably find a nice, quiet, and relatively empty corner of the solar system before we, ah. Go all the way.
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You certainly put on quite a show for me. Ah!
[He bucks his hips a little from the touch of Crowley's fingers on his nipple and giggles.]
I'll leave that to you, darling. You're the space expert. I suppose I'll just have to suffer through making love the mundane way until then.
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[ Crowley agrees, leaning his head into the fingers in his hair. He did so love the way Aziraphale's hips jolted as well, so he slides his thigh between the angel's legs, so he has something to thrust up against. ]
Truly such hardships, angel, getting those sweet little human noises out of your exquisite, corporeal mouth.
[ That is to say it is only a hardship in that it made Crowley hard. Sometimes at rather inconvenient times.
But now was a good time and a very good place for it, and so he wraps his wings under Aziraphale's and around him, letting his primaries tickle the back of his legs and rear. ]
Just a tragedy, truly how shall we ever cope?
[ Rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, Crowley returns to the labourious task of sucking a trail of kisses down the angel's neck and collarbone. Truly, this is one deprived demon. ]
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The wings wrapped around him send a sweet shiver through his own, that delightful physical sensation coupled with the thrum of Crowley's essence underneath.]
I'm sure you'll think of s-something. Clever demon that you are... oh, dearest, yes, just like that...
[He could live in this little space surrounded by Crowley's wings, festooned with kisses and teasing touches. He nuzzles and pets Crowley's hair, thrusting languidly against him, savoring each spark of pleasure as it washes over him.]
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The 'dearest' brings Crowley's wings sweeping over Aziraphale as the demon moans something unintelligible against his collar bone. His lips move downwards, deciding that Aziraphale's nipple endured enough teasing from his fingers and could really use some tender love from his clever forked tongue.
The shift in position moves Crowley's thigh, leaving his stomach for Aziraphale to rut into. There is nothing, he thinks, that should be at all alluring about having his belly covered in spend. There really shouldn't. And yet he finds himself quite eager to see Aziraphale paint his stomach with it.
His hands have also freed up so he makes good use of them, burying his long fingers in the feathers at Aziraphale's shoulders, gently massaging the joints. ]
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His hands continue to play with Crowley's hair, delighted by how much more there is to wind around his fingers. He still wants to braid it, but obviously not in his current state. But who can blame him for being distracted, really? His thrusts turn more urgent, pleasure coiling tight within him now that he's finally giving his body what it wants.]
Oh, I -- I'm nearly there -- Crowley --!
[It's the massaging of his wing joints that tips him over, his feathers rustling like a rainstorm. He comes across Crowley's stomach, his climax clutching and releasing him in waves, until with a soft gasp he collapses against his demon, wings drooping off the side of the bed. The smile on his face is nothing short of blissful.]
Felt like you were massaging my very soul, dear... well done...
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But he also knows full well what Aziraphale means. That they can touch - truly touch - without hurting each other is astonishing. There's still the lingering possibility that doing so may set off the equivalent of several nuclear warheads, but they could take a nice afternoon or two off at the other end of the solar system to see how that pans out. ]
I know, love. Had your tongue right up against my wings not ten minutes ago. Touching you, being touched by you - it's - I don't know how to describe it, but it feels so very right.
[ He buries his fingers in Aziraphale's damp curls,, stroking him as he comes down from his orgasm. He loves this the best, the sheer intimacy of everything they do, down to the most mundane things. It's always been there; part of the reason he always found himself drawn to Aziraphale, but it was treated as some furtive thing they had to hide and deny. Now that they can just be, Crowley is utterly basking in it. That he can take Aziraphale in his arms and leave him with such a blissed out smile is the most marvelous thing to the demon. He kisses him, gazing back with adoration. ]
You're incredible, you know that? I'm sure I've said it, but it bears repeating.
[ Multiple times a day, apparently. ]
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He laughs softly when Crowley's words echo his thoughts, miracle-ing away the mess between them with a lazy wave of his hand.]
Would you call it cliché if I say that I think it's because of our love for one another?
[He returns the kiss, his hands wandering over Crowley's wings without any intention other than to feel the soft feathers under his fingers. The look Crowley gives him, paired with the compliment, make him blush and smile like the demon has hung the moon and stars just for him.]
Only because you deserve it, darling.
[His hands return to Crowley's hair.]
Shall I braid your hair? Surely it's dry enough by now.
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The hopeless romantic in him quickly overrules it though. The hopeless romantic loves a good cliche. And there is a rightness to being with the angel Crowley can't simply logic away. ]
True love conquers all? I should object on sheer principle, but I think in this case I can make an exception.
[ He nuzzles up against Aziraphale's cheek, and finally comes to something approximating stillness. Crowley's always been a bit wriggly and a fidgeter, and right now he's fidgeting with a bit of Aziraphale's plumage. ]
And yeah, definitely dry enough. How'd you like me, angel?
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[There's space for both the practical and romantic in their theory, but he knows what he felt when he had the pulse of Crowley's essence up against his tongue. He feels it still, in the way the demon fidgets with his feathers. Love, in all its glory.]
Goodness, what a question. [He chuckles and rolls to a sitting position.] Sit up, dear, with your back to me.
[He gives his wings one last, good stretch, before tucking them back into the astral plane. They feel so much better, now that they've been so thoroughly groomed. With a snap of his fingers, the hairbrush from the bathroom is within arm's reach.]
Do I brush it again, from the middle, like last time?
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Crowley folds his wings, and wriggles his way into what passes for upright for a creature who has tried for many years to come across as downwrong. He settles himself between Aziraphale's legs, and sweeps his wild red ringlets over his shoulders. ]
Mm, just like last time.
[ It's hard for Crowley to think about what he's more eager for - being able to groom Aziraphale's wings, getting his hair brushed, or - well, just everything. His cock, at half-mast since Aziraphale's orgasm, has been put in time out, covered by a pillow so Crowley could have his attention elsewhere. ]
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Absolutely breathtaking, my dear.
[He kisses Crowley's shoulder, then reaches for the brush. The pillow in Crowley's lap does not go unnoticed and he hides a smile. The demon will never hear a single complaint from the angel about how easily aroused he becomes in the angel's presence.
With careful, gentle strokes, he works the brush from the middle of Crowley's hair down to the tips, using a tiny miracle or two on any of the more irksome tangles. The oil's done a lovely job; he's reminded of fine silk, the way those red locks bounce back from each stroke, sleek and shiny.]
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