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“What do you think it would be like, to lay like the humans do?” Crowley asked, as he walked side by side with Aziraphale on the outskirts of a small Mesopotamian village.
“I suppose I’ve never thought about it. Always looked terribly awkward from afar. A lot of rubbing and rutting.” Aziraphale shrugged.
“It’s better up close. Believe me.”
“You would say that.” Aziraphale ridiculed.
“Would… Would you ever try? Like how they do it?”
“Hmm…” Crowley stared intently, waiting for Aziraphale’s answer. “Not with a human, I don’t think.” Crowley bit his lip, rubbing his hands together. “Maybe if it were someone like us?”
“Right. Seems simple enough though? Maybe even fun?”
“Yes, possibly. Once you get started. But, you know, I’ve also heard the humans take the Lord’s name in vain one too many times during and even after. Can’t say I love that bit.” Crowley rolled his eyes. Of course that’s the one thing Aziraphale would take away from the humans having sex. Crowley took a deep breath.
“Would you want to try it with me? Rubbing… fronts?” Crowley looked the opposite way of Aziraphale. He was afraid Aziraphale would see his blush, even in the blinding sun.
“I’m sorry?” Aziraphale nearly choked on his own words. “As opposed to what, exactly?”
“Dunno? But I see the humans do it all the time.”
“I’m afraid I’m not following.” Crowley whipped his head around, remembering a stone wall they had recently passed.
“Come on.” He grabbed Aziraphale’s wrist, guiding him to the wall.
“Crowley, what are–” Aziraphale’s breath hastened as Crowley gripped his shoulders and pinned him against the wall. Crowley stepped forward and leaned into Aziraphale’s chest, fighting the urge to wrap his leg around Aziraphale’s hip.
“Oh, you literally meant–” Their noses just barely touched. Aziraphale’s eyes wandered to Crowley’s mouth, unable to look away.
“Yeah.” Crowley croaked. A blush rose to his cheeks once again. Despite being lost in the shade of the wall, his face still felt hot.
“W-What if we get caught?”
“We won’t. Look around, ‘is a ghosttown. Your lot killed most of ‘em that were here.”
“Don’t remind me.” Aziraphale frowned. The frown disappeared the instant he felt Crowley’s hand caress his chest. His fingers toyed with the tuft of chest hair peeking from the collar of Aziraphale’s robe. “Don’t the humans normally do this lying down?” Aziraphale asked as he felt Crowley put more of his weight on him.
“Seen them do it all sorts of ways; freaky little creatures they are.”
“Right. And how would this work with us exactly? Don’t we both–” Crowley placed a finger over Aziraphale’s lips. He reached for Aziraphale’s hand with his free hand and guided it between his legs, gently pushing it against his effort. Azirphale leaned into the touch, cupping his hand around Crowley’s center. It was flat? His face twisted in confusion. “Crowley?”
“I know it’s not what’s normally there. I just wanted to try. Wanted to do it like they do it. Feel how they feel.” Crowley whispered.
“The women, you mean?” Crowley swallowed thickly, nodding.
Aziraphale slid his hand out from Crowley. Crowley bucked his hips against Aziraphale, wanting something, anything. So desperate for friction after the loss of the pressure from Aziraphale’s hand. “Please?” Aziraphale looked at Crowley, taking in the sight of him. He brushed a strand of hair behind his ear and caressed his jaw.
Aziraphale pulled his robe up slightly and gently wedged his knee in between Crowley’s thighs, using it to push his legs further apart. Crowley wasted no time, leaning into his thigh.
“Push your robe up.” Aziraphale commanded. Under Crowley’s robe, Aziraphale pushed his thigh deeper between Crowley’s legs, grazing his effort. Aziraphale could feel Crowley dripping wet the instant they touched. “Oh?” Aziraphale’s breath hitched, mostly in surprise at the new sensation.
“Yeah, sorry. I can’t control that bit.” Crowley’s eyes dart back and forth.
“It’s okay, Love. It just means you’re excited.” Crowley nodded. “You’ve been wanting me to touch you like this?” Crowley nodded again. A whimper escaped his lips as Aziraphale rocked his thigh against Crowley.
“Do you want more?” Crowley moaned. Another nod.
“Use your words, Darling.”
“Yes.” Crowley strained. The desperation in his voice creeping to the surface. Aziraphale placed tender kisses from his jaw to his earlobe.
“Then show me. Show me how much you want it.” He whispered in Crowley’s ear. Goosebumps spread throughout Crowley’s body. Crowley looked at Aziraphale with curious eyes, searching his face for what to do but Aziraphale simply nodded. Crowley snaked his arms around Aziraphale’s neck for support. Aziraphale wrapped his arms around Crowley’s waist to steady him as Crowley made full contact with Aziraphale’s thigh. Azirphale’s lips nipped and kissed Crowley’s neck, eliciting small moans from Crowley each time Aziraphale moved to a new spot.
Starting slow, Crowley grinded down on Aziraphale’s thigh, rocking back and forth at a steady pace. The slick coated Aziraphale’s thigh like a running river, giving Crowley even more movement. Aziraphale’s hands slid down Crowley’s back and found his hips, pushing him further down into his thigh. The pressure made Crowley’s clit throb and the ache of wanting Aziraphale grew stronger as his strong hands guided his hips. Crowley’s breathing became more labored through wispy moans and whimpers.
Pleasure spread throughout Crowley’s whole body. He could barely keep himself upright. He buried his face into Aziraphale’s neck. Taking a deep breath, Aziraphale’s scent of vanilla mixed with just a hint of lust overtook Crowley. He moaned with such force, Aziraphale could feel the vibration against his neck.
“Oh, fuck… Zira–” Aziraphale grinded his hips in time with Crowley’s, his hands clutching Crowley’s hips so tightly, there were sure to be bruises the next day. A stream of curses and moans tumble from Crowley’s lips in between kisses to Aziraphale’s neck. The heat in his belly made Crowley throb with desperate need for every part of Aziraphale.
“You’re doing so good, Love. Look at you.” Aziraphale moaned as Crowley nipped at his shoulder before kissing the same spot softly. He rolled his hips slower and slower before stopping completely, which rewarded him with a groan from Crowley.
“Don’t stop.” Crowley whined, bucking his hips faster to make up for Aziraphale’s lack of movement. Crowley’s breath was frantically beating against Aziraphale’s neck.
“Crowley, Stop. Look at me.” Crowley’s chest heaved against Aziraphale’s.
“Ngk. Zira, I'm so close.” Aziraphale placed a hand on Crowley’s stomach. Crowley reluctantly slowed his pace and picked up his head. Aziraphale couldn’t help but smile. Crowley looked like a wreck. Face beat red, sweat beading down his temples, random strands of hair stuck to his forehead and neck. He was panting so hard, Aziraphale thought he would faint.
“My sweet thing–” Crowley searched Aziraphale’s eyes. He was worried Aziraphale would look at him and see nothing but a pathetic demon longing for any kind of touch, just so he could feel anything but all he saw was kindness and love. “–So desperate for release, hmm?” Aziraphale pushed forward. His thigh slid easily against Crowley’s slit. Crowley moaned with a nod. He instantly settled back into his old pace, not wanting to lose the orgasm he worked so hard for already.
Arms wrapped tight around Aziraphale’s neck, Crowley instinctively put his head into the crook of Aziraphale’s neck, hiding his face once again.
“No, none of that. You’re going to look at me. I want to see you.” He squeezed Aziraphale tighter, huffing in his ear. He was frustrated and needy and Aziraphale knew it. Aziraphale rubbed his back for encouragement. “Come on.” Aziraphale cooed. Crowley’s eyes once again met Aziraphale’s as they lazily rocked back and forth. Nose to nose, Aziraphale rubbed the tip of his nose against Crowley’s.
“There you are.” Crowley leaned forward, trying to capture Aziraphale’s lips. Aziraphale pulled back without hesitation, just far enough to make Crowley work for it. “Nuh-uh.” Leaning in, Aziraphale’s lips ghosted Crowley’s. Crowley mewed as his lip parted.
“Zira, please kiss me. Please .” Aziraphale’s hand wrapped around the back of Crowley’s neck, guiding him to his lips. Crowley’s mouth opened wider, accepting Aziraphale’s tongue. Their tongues flicked against each other with tender movement. Crowley moaned into Aziraphale’s mouth as Aziraphale squeezed the back of his neck. His tongue ran along Aziraphale’s bottom lip before just barely licking at his cupid’s bow.
The closer to the edge he got, the more Crowley couldn’t stop himself from moaning and begging Aziraphale for the release that caused him to ache.
“Please, please…I-I just–”
“It’s okay, Beautiful. Let go.” Aziraphale took hold of the small of Crowley’s back, watching as his face twisted in what almost looked like pain, but he knew better. The heat in Crowley’s belly overtook his entire body, making it nearly impossible to be still. With his head thrown back, Crowley’s back arched and his hips buck one last time, moaning Aziraphale’s name as he came on his thigh.
Immediately, his face found its way back to the safety of Aziraphale’s neck. Crowley’s legs nearly gave out as he came down from his high. He knew the only thing keeping him standing were his arms wrapped around Aziraphale’s neck. Aziraphale placed a kiss in Crowley’s hair, combing through the mess of damp curls.
“I’m going to move now, okay?”
“Mmf, don’t.” Crowley’s hands tangled in Aziraphale’s hair, not wanting to let go.
“I don’t think I can hold you up any longer, dearest.” Aziraphale removed his knee slowly. Crowley whimpered at the loss.
“It’s alright, Darling. I’ve got you.” Aziraphale skidded down the wall until they were both on the ground. Crowley settled into Aziraphale’s lap; his face never leaving Aziraphale’s neck.
Aziraphale miracled them both clean, to save the hassle of having to do it later but also he knew Crowley was planted in place and there was no leaving him. After a few minutes of lying together, Aziraphale noticed Crowley still panting.
“Are you alright, Love?” Aziraphale started to worry after a long beat of silence.
“Mmhmphh.” Aziraphale still wasn’t convinced.
“Crowley, please look at me.” The grip Crowley had on Aziraphale finally went limp. He picked his head up and was met with a smile. Aziraphale brushed Crowley’s hair away from his face but Crowley avoided his gaze. “Why won’t you look at me?” Aziraphale asked, the level of sadness in his voice was hard to detain.
“‘S nothing.” He played with the collar of Aziraphale’s robe.
“Did I do something wro-”
“No. y’didn’t.”
“Was I supposed to…take it… further? I’m sorry that I didn’t– If that’s what you wanted– Oh, I just mean, I don’t need to…. Seeing your pleasure is enough.” Aziraphale’s brows furrowed. He sounded like a blabbering fool.
“It’s nothing like that, Aziraphale. Can we just drop it?”
“Okay. You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.” Crowley can hear the sadness overtake Aziraphale’s voice. If someone had told him 3000 years ago that an Angel, of all beings, would make him feel guilty out of love , he would have engulfed them in the fires of Hell and damned them for eternity.
“Maybe it’s best if we separate now.” Aziraphale mumbled.
“Wait.” Crowley scrambled to shift in Azipraphale’s lap, moving to straddle him in order to keep him in place. Aziraphale shook his head. “Crowley, please get off me. I’d like to leave now.”
“Zira–”
“Crowley, please. You already made it clear that–”
“I’m embarrassed, okay?” Crowley winced.
“Embarrassed?” Panic rose in Azirphale’s tone. “Of me?” Crowley’s eyes went wide.
“Not of you. Never of you.” He clarified, kissing Aziraphale’s forehead.
“If not me, then what?”
“For christ sake, Aziraphale. I just go off on your thigh like a desperate, horny, teenager with, of all things, an effort that doesn’t go with this body.”
“Darling, everyone gets an overwhelming urge of lust sometimes. Isn’t that what you always tell me?” Aziraphale caressed Crowley’s jaw. Crowley leaned into the touch, scared he would never get it again.
“We’re not everyone.” Crowley whispered.
“No. I suppose we’re not but who’s to say what effort goes with what body?”
“Not usually how the other humans do it. ‘S always the same.”
“So? Since when have you cared about conforming to what the humans do?”
“I just, with this it was… different.” Crowley hugged Aziraphale tight. “Please don’t go.” A switch finally clicked.
“Oh, Crowley. You’re embarrassed you liked this more than your other effort? Is that it?” Crowley pursed his lips together. “Is that why you suggested the “rubbing fronts” business, as you so delicately put it? Did you think I wouldn’t want to touch you this way?” Crowley shrugged but a frown spread across his face that he couldn’t hide. Aziraphale exhaled a sigh of relief and heartache.
“I thought you knew by now, Crowley, it never mattered to me how you presented yourself, so long as I was with you.”
“But-”
“No buts. What we just shared was wonderful and it will be just as wonderful the next time, and that won’t be because your effort changed; if you so choose to change it.” Aziraphale’s eyebrows raised, cupping Crowley’s face.
“The next time? You want–”
“Yes. I would like to get more than just my hands on you. Whenever you’re ready.” Crowley gave him a shy smile.
“It's really okay?”
“Yes. I promise you, darling. So long as you’re with me, you can be whoever you like.” Crowley cuddled into Aziraphale, content to spend the rest of the day tangled together in the Mesopotamian sun.