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Warlock had been invited to a sleepover. He was happy and excited as anything. Crowley wasn’t too worried as Warlock had been to sleepovers before. And Warlock was getting to the age where he wasn’t as nervous or scared about spending a night away from Crowley. It only made Crowley slightly saddened, as it reminded him how much Warlock was growing. Warlock was no longer his little baby.
This was all besides the point, however. For Warlock being away for the night gave Crowley a perfect opportunity. She had been trying to seduce her neighbour practically since they’d moved to the area. She felt like she was close to succeeding too. She had the perfect plan. She only prayed that it’d be successful.
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There was a knock on Aziraphale’s door. He jumped up from his book, putting his reading glasses aside, to see who it was. Aziraphale was met with Crowley, who looked stunning as always, taking Aziraphale’s breath away.
“Miss Crowley.” He stuttered awkwardly. He was always flustered in her presence.
“Aziraphale. I was wondering if you had plans for this fine evening.” She inquired, her voice low and full of intentions.
“No, none at all,” Aziraphale replied, curious as to what she could be planning. “Was there something I could help you with?” He inquired. He strived to help her in any way he could. Aziraphale knew it was hard for her, all on her own with Warlock. She had said as much.
“I just remembered how much you said you enjoyed my lasagna.” Crowley said.
Aziraphale nodded vigorously. Crowley had gifted him some the other night, and it positively had been to die for. They exchanged food from time to time. Aziraphale made soup for her in the winter. Usually, they shared delectable sweets. Crowley’s meals were always heavenly; she seemed to be quite the cook.
“I had plans to make some tonight, for Warlock and I. But now Warlock’s going to a sleepover.”
Aziraphale made a little “oh” sound as Crowley continued.
“And I just think it’s going to be such a lonely night, all to myself. So I thought that maybe you’d care to join me.”
Aziraphale’s heart leapt as Crowley flashed her smile. Aziraphale had been to her house for light conversations and tea. He’d even invited Crowley into his home for the same. But Warlock had always been close by. A dinner at Crowley’s place, just the two of them, it was all too intimate and filled with intentions. Crowley had, after all, made her interests in Aziraphale very clear. It left Aziraphale very flustered. She was stunning as anything, and he would die to kiss her. But she was young. Aziraphale didn’t dare ask, for after all, he knew it was inappropriate to ask a woman her age. But it was clear Crowley was young, much younger than him. Aziraphale felt it wouldn’t be appropriate to react to her flirting. Despite how much she flirted and laid implications. Despite how much Aziraphale longed to succumb to her seductive wiles.
“A gentleman such as yourself would surely never leave a lady alone for a night,” Crowley said, fluttering her lashes.
Fuck. Crowley was a crafty creature indeed, one who knew exactly what to say to bend Aziraphale to her will. She flashed that smile of hers, and Aziraphale knew all was lost. He could never refuse, not when it came to her.
“Oh. Of course.” He awkwardly scratched at the back of his neck before dropping his hand to his side. “A dinner sounds lovely.” He smiled.
“Wonderful.” She smiled delightfully in return. “I’ll see you tonight then at six if that works for you?”
“Yes. As I’ve said, I am free.”
“Wonderful.” Crowley smiled again. “See you then.” She waved and turned.
Aziraphale’s eyes were caught up in the way her hips moved as she walked. Fuck, he was a goner for sure. A lump formed in his throat in anticipation of their awaiting dinner.
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Aziraphale had changed into a bit of a nicer suit. He wanted to look his best, of course. Even if he was terribly nervous about dinner alone with Crowley. God, he wasn’t sure he’d survive, that he’d be able to restrain himself. She was the perfect temptress for him. It was so hard to resist. He wanted so badly to give in. But did he dare? He wasn’t sure. It still didn’t seem appropriate.
Aziraphale came five minutes early, knocking politely on Crowley’s front door. He fixed his bowtie one last time.
Crowley answered it, smiling wide as she opened the door. She leaned against the door frame to take in Aziraphale. Aziraphale’s mouth dropped at the sight of her. She’d changed into a seductive black number that left really little to the imagination. It was barely being held up by tiny, thin straps over her shoulders. Crowley’s lips were dark red with her lipstick, drawing Aziraphale’s eyes to her mouth.
“And here I worried I might have overdressed.” Crowley was smiling as the lump formed again in Aziraphale’s throat. He was trying not to look at her very exposed, ample bosom. It was very hard not to.
“Crowley. You look…” Aziraphale stuttered.
Crowley’s smile grew to almost a smirk as she leaned against the door frame, letting Aziraphale’s eyes wander. Aziraphale quickly drew his eyes away, blushing.
“Do come in, angel.” Crowley then pushed off the door frame to beckon Aziraphale in.
Aziraphale nervously came in, reminding himself that this was only a dinner, nothing more. He’d stay for dinner, then leave.
“Is Warlock gone already?” Aziraphale asked as he took off his shoes and coat.
“Oh yes. I dropped him off at two. He’s very excited about the whole thing.”
“I imagine.”
“Come on in. I already the table set.” Crowley beckoned Aziraphale inside, towards her kitchen.
Aziraphale was graced with the sight of the usually messy table, neatly cleared off, adorned for a meal for two. There were even some candles lit in the center. Fuck, she’d outdone herself.
“Come, have a seat.” Crowley beckoned.
Crowley had arranged the table so Aziraphale would be sitting right beside her near the end. Aziraphale nervously made his way to the chair, already smelling the delicious smell of the lasagna wafting from its pan on the table. Crowley had served some Caesar salad on each of their plates, which also looked delicious. Aziraphale sat down, and Crowley joined him, elegantly sitting in the chair beside him.
“This looks delectable, Crowley,” Aziraphale said, mouth watering at the delicious-looking lasagna sitting in front of him in the pan.
“I do hope you enjoy it. Would you care for wine?” Crowley held up a bottle. Aziraphale recognized the label as an expensive one. Aziraphale had learned that Crowley like to indulge in expensive wines and such. They certainly were a nice treat.
“I could have one glass, I suppose.” Aziraphale caved. One glass wouldn’t hurt him.
Crowley smiled and began pouring it into the wine glasses in front of them. Aziraphale noticed her nails were painted red. Crowley swapped between red and black nails most frequently. Aziraphale hated to admit that he’d noted every feature about her. She had consumed his every thought since he was first graced with her presence, taking his breath away with her beauty. Aziraphale was probably already halfway in love with her. Even if he tried to deny it to himself. It didn’t help with Crowley’s constant flirting. Aziraphale often dreamt of what it’d be like to kiss her, to hold her, to do other things. Things that weren’t appropriate at all.
“Please enjoy.” Crowley prompted Aziraphale, gesturing to the food. “May I serve you?”
“Go right ahead,” Aziraphale told her, more than excited to take his first taste of the meal.
Crowley elegantly served a healthy portion onto his plate. Aziraphale waited to take his first bite till she’d served herself. He took the first bite, which tasted as wonderous as the last time Crowley had left him some.
“This is delicious, Crowley. Honestly, it’s the best I’ve ever had.”
“Why thank you, Aziraphale.” She smiled as she gracefully took a small bite with her fork.
Crowley was never messy at all when she ate, and she never ruined her makeup. Aziraphale watched in intrigue as her red lips closed around the fork, his stomach growing nervous. Aziraphale always felt so nervous eating around her. He was anxious about making a mess and embarrassing himself. Crowley never seemed to mind, however.
“So, tell me about your week?” Crowley picked up her wine gracefully with her manicured nails.
They began chatting lightly then, easing Aziraphale’s nerves. The one thing Aziraphale liked most about Crowley was how easy he found talking with her to be. Crowley never judged or made fun of him and his interests. She was keen to listen to anything Aziraphale wanted to talk about. They had similar interests too, which made talking easy, and they often had lots to discuss. Crowley loved gossip and was always sharing scandalous tales with Aziraphale.
Aziraphale enjoyed the meal and conversation. He finished off his plate, and Crowley insisted he have another serving. Aziraphale tried to refuse but gave in. The lasagna and wine were far too good to refuse more.
After Aziraphale’s second helping, he knew he had to call it quits despite how good everything was and how much he wanted more.
“I have some dessert. If you’d like.” Crowley mentioned, finishing off her wine glass. She had finished off her plate a while ago.
“Oh.” Aziraphale was caving already. Crowley had learned Aziraphale’s weak spot was treats and she always got him such delectable ones on occasion.
“A chocolate mousse cake,” Crowley stated, her eyes meeting Aziraphale’s darkly.
Aziraphale’s mouth watered at the description.
“It’s honestly too much for Warlock and I.” Crowley rose from her chair and started to collect the plates.
“Just a piece, perhaps.” Aziraphale caved. He saw Crowley smirk as she carried the plates to the kitchen sink. She was a wily one, for sure.
Crowley put the dirty dishes aside and moved opened the fridge. Aziraphale tried not to let his eyes linger over her figure as she crouched to take the cake out of the fridge.
“Here it is.” She pulled it out and put it on the counter. Even from far away, Aziraphale’s mouth watered at the sight of it.
Crowley then was carrying the mousse cake over to the table. She laid it down in front of Aziraphale elegantly, and his mouth watered more to see it covered with raspberries. Crowley cut a piece delicately and slid it onto a fine crystal plate.
“Here you are.” She handed the plate delicately over.
“Oh, this looks delicious, Crowley.” Aziraphale couldn’t restrain himself to wait for her. He cut off a piece with his small fork and brought it excitedly to his lips. The flavour of the cake overwhelmed his palate, and he closed his eyes to savour it. Fuck, it was good.
Crowley had cut herself a piece and sat back down. “Is it good then?” She asked teasingly.
Aziraphale’s eyes shot open, and he nodded his head vigorously. “Positively!”
Crowley smiled and took a tiny piece of her slice of cake with her fork. Aziraphale watched as she ate the bite. She had the same reaction as him. Aziraphale quickly then brought another bite of his slice of cake to his lips. Fuck, it was so good.
“Oh, this is good,” Crowley stated.
She was consuming the rest of his slice as Aziraphale devoured his. Aziraphale felt in heaven from the delicious taste. He devoured every bite. Crowley had finished hers off, wiping her mouth politely clean before sipping some more wine. Aziraphale sadly took the last bite of his slice, savouring it.
“Do you want another slice?” Crowley asked.
“Oh no, Crowley. I really couldn’t.” He shook his head. “It’s too much.”
“Maybe I could give you a piece to take home.” She offered.
“Oh, thank you, Crowley.” Aziraphale caved.
“I should clean up first, however.” Crowley placed her wine glass down to get up from her chair.
“Can I be of assistance?” Aziraphale asked as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“Your help would be appreciated.” She smiled at him, and Aziraphale felt happy. Aziraphale rose from the table as Crowley carried the plates to the pile near the sink.
“Shall I dry, or would you prefer?” Aziraphale asked.
“I’ll dry. You can wash.” Crowley smiled, already turning the tap on.
Aziraphale nodded and came over. Crowley moved to carry the cake back to the fridge. Aziraphale was getting to work on washing the stack of dishes. Crowley came to his side, a dish towel at the ready.
Aziraphale started the conversation back up while they did the dishes together. Crowley left the dishes in the rack to dry for a moment moving about to water her plants. Crowley had such lovely plants by her windows. As she moved about, the low sun shining through the windows gave her a warm glow. She looked stunning as ever.
“That’s the last of it,” Aziraphale stated as he put the last plate into the drying rack and unplugged the sink.
“Thank you, Aziraphale.” Crowley had put the dry towel down and was coming close. Her stunning amber eyes were dark, the way they got when she was being seductive.
“I’d really like to thank you properly. For everything you’ve done.” She approached closer, cornering Aziraphale up against the sink and the wall, with nowhere left to go. The lump was back in Aziraphale’s throat, and he wondered if she’d planned this.
“Surely we could think of something.” Crowley’s fingers were at Aziraphale’s bowtie, toying with it.
“Crowley, I…” Aziraphale stuttered. She was all too close, and Aziraphale could smell her perfume. It was floral and warm, and fuck, Aziraphale wanted to close his eyes and breathe it in.
“I don’t think I’m wrong in my assumption that you are as attracted to me as I am to you.” Crowley’s dark amber eyes met Aziraphale’s.
“I just don’t know if it’d be appropriate, Crowley.” Aziraphale’s voice was high. Crowley was still all too close, playing with his bowtie, wearing that seductive smile. “Seeing as how much older I am compared to you.” Aziraphale somehow managed to get out.
“Well, we’re both consenting adults.” Crowley met his eyes, and Aziraphale was lost in them.
Crowley was most certainly a grown adult. One who very clearly wanted Aziraphale. And when was the last time that’d been for Aziraphale? He was lost in her amber eyes, in her perfume, in her closeness. In that moment, all inhibitions were lost. It was just them, and Aziraphale wanted Crowley just as much as Crowley made it clear that she wanted Aziraphale.
“Fuck, Crowley.” In a moment, Aziraphale surged forward and was kissing her.
Crowley made a shocked sort of noise but melted into it. She pushed Aziraphale back and was suddenly pinning him against the wall. Crowley’s hand was at his side, gripping tightly as she deepened their kiss, her tongue forcing in. Aziraphale was gasping, his member stirring. Fuck, she was kissing him, and it all felt so surreal. His sexual urges were being turned on. After all, he hadn’t been laid in eons, let alone kissed. And now here, the most attractive woman he’d ever seen was kissing him, deep and rough. Fuck, Aziraphale lost himself in it.
Aziraphale’s hands found Crowley’s small waist, gripping gently. He didn’t want to hurt her after all. But he so desperately wanted to hold her, to feel her body under his hands. As Crowley’s lips crashed into his, Aziraphale bucked forward on instinct. He was barely able to hold himself back now that he’d surrendered to his impulses, all precautions thrown to the wind.
Crowley made a small hissing noise, quickly drawing away from Aziraphale’s lips. She smirked at Aziraphale and began lowering herself.
“Wait!” Aziraphale gripped her wrist, stopping her movements. She looked up at him, a bit confused.
“I…I want.” Aziraphale felt all kinds of flustered. He’d been restraining himself for so long. Just because he’d given in to his desires, she still deserved to be treated right and proper. “I want to please you.” He thumbed over her small wrist.
“I won’t say no to that.” Crowley flashed that wicked smirk.
Aziraphale reached his hand up to stroke her cheek. “You are the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen.” He kissed her gently then.
“Room?” Crowley questioned when Aziraphale drew away.
“Yes.” Aziraphale nodded.
“This way.” Crowley turned her hand around to wrap her long fingers around Aziraphale’s wrist.
Aziraphale’s heart was beating like something else. He worried a bit about it, given his age. But still, if his heart went out due to her, what a way to go.
Aziraphale was drawn to Crowley’s room. It looked like it’d been tidied like she had anticipated this. Aziraphale wasn’t too surprised, given how the night had been going so far. Of course Crowley had planned for this; she was a seductress, after all. Not to mention all the months of her flirting and whispering implications into Aziraphale’s ear.
Crowley immediately met Aziraphale’s lips in a heated kiss. Her hands were on his jacket. “This needs to come off. As handsome as you look.” She hissed against his lips.
Aziraphale obliged and helped her take it off. His bowtie quickly followed his jacket. Crowley’s fingers were at his waistcoat then, which got stripped off in a flurry as well. Only when Crowley’s fingers were at the top of the buttons on his shirt did Aziraphale stop her.
“Crowley, wait.” He felt nervous again and took her hands. Aziraphale raised her hands to kiss them both lightly in turn. This drew a giggle from Crowley, which delighted Aziraphale.
“Let me,” Aziraphale said and met Crowley in another heated kiss.
Crowley melted as Aziraphale turned the kiss from something heated to something softer and gentler. While they were kissing, Aziraphale backed them towards the bed.
They must have reached it, for Crowley broke the kiss to look back at the bed. She turned to smirk wickedly at Aziraphale and let herself fall back onto the bed gracefully. It sent Crowley’s long red hair sprawling onto the bed. She parted her thighs, sending her skimpy little dress hitching up. Aziraphale flushed as he caught a glimpse of a lacy something underneath, between her thighs. He quickly drew his eyes away to where Crowley was licking her teeth predatorily.
“Well? Like what you see.” Crowley smirked, swaying her knee from where it was propped up on the bed.
“Most definitely.” The lump was back in Aziraphale’s throat, and his cock was certainly hard now. God, she looked like a goddess, if there ever was one. “I’m getting the sense you planned this.” His eyes flashed briefly between her legs, exposed from under her dress.
“I had hopes.” She waved a coaxing finger from the bed, beckoning Aziraphale over.
Aziraphale slowly knelt on the bed, crawling forward.
“I hoped I would be seductive enough.” Crowley purred as Aziraphale approached her warily and she lowered her leg.
“You most certainly are.” Aziraphale reached for her hips over her dress. He ran a hand up her waist. “This dress looks stunning on you, darling.”
Crowley hummed lowly, shimming her hips. Aziraphale continued his exploration of her body over her dress.
“It makes me want to do all sorts of things to you,” Aziraphale said lowly.
“Please do.” She said in a sultry tone. “Please, Aziraphale. Do whatever you want. I’ll like it no matter what.” She drew Aziraphale’s head in for another heated kiss.
Aziraphale gripped her waist, stroking his thumb over her dress. He then drew away from Crowley’s mouth to stare down at her heaving chest. Acting on impulse, Aziraphale lowered his head to nip along Crowley’s exposed chest. She let out a gasp, squirming under Aziraphale’s hands.
“Fuck, Aziraphale. Please.” She begged.
“Don’t worry, darling. All in good time. I want to worship you first.”
“Just fuck me.” She growled impatiently, shimming underneath him in desperation. Aziraphale continued to pepper kisses closer to her heaving bosom.
“Now, now. Patience, darling. You are too lovely to not be worshiped first.”
Crowley’s breathing was heavy, her breasts practically spilling out of her dress.
“Fuck, such lovely tits.” Aziraphale kissed her breasts over the dress. He moved his hands to cup them and grope them.
“Fuck, Aziraphale. Please!” Crowley begged again, rolling her hips under him. Her body brushed against his aching member, and he hissed at the contact.
“Alright, darling.” Aziraphale caved. His desire was urging him onward.
Aziraphale continued his kissing, caressing Crowley’s chest. His hands moved down her body and to her legs. Aziraphale reached the ends of her dress and found her bare legs smooth and shaven. Aziraphale stroked his hands upwards along Crowley’s bare legs, and she gasped.
Aziraphale moved down Crowley’s body, peppering kisses along the way before he was at her abdomen. Crowley was gasping, squirming like anything underneath Aziraphale. Aziraphale thought she looked stunning like this. He couldn’t wait to pleasure her the way she deserved. Aziraphale stroked up her thighs, hitching her dress skirt further up. Aziraphale then pulled himself back to get a good look at her. Crowley looked absolutely debouched, panting heavily. Her head was thrown back into the mattress, eyes closed.
“Crowley.” Aziraphale drew her eyes open. “May I continue?” He inquired gently.
“Yes, please.” She panted lowly, her eyes dark with want. “I’ll die if you don’t.”
“Oh, well. We can’t have that.” Aziraphale smirked lightly, his cock stirring in his trousers.
Aziraphale pushed Crowley’s dress up around her hips and found the lacy black panties underneath. She definitely prepared for this happening tonight. Crowley’s breath hitched a bit.
“You’ll tell me if you’re alright, darling.” Aziraphale prompted, stroking her lovely legs.
“Yes, please. Do it!” She practically demanded this time.
Aziraphale’s hands travelled further up her legs. He dared to bring a hand up to stroke a thumb over her panties. Crowley gasped and bucked into it.
“Aziraphale, please!” She cried.
“Yes, darling.”
Aziraphale moved over Crowley to meet her lips. She pulled him by his collar into a heated kiss. Aziraphale’s fingers found her panties and pulled them down to search for her folds. Aziraphale groaned to find that she was positively soaking. Crowley gasped against Aziraphale’s mouth as his fingers moved over her. She deepened their kiss as her hands travelled to the back of Aziraphale’s neck, nails digging in. Aziraphale took this as a sign that Crowley liked what he was doing and continued. She was so wet and ready and willing. Aziraphale was fighting his own desire hard, thinking of what it must be like to be in her, to have her warped around him. His fingers found Crowley’s entrance and pushed in. She gasped and threw her head back as Aziraphale began to stroke her inner walls. Aziraphale took the opportunity to kiss her exposed neck.
“Fuck, keep going.” Crowley squirmed under Aziraphale’s ministrations.
Aziraphale continued, losing himself in her kiss once more. Crowley was bucking into Aziraphale’s fingers, moaning desperately against his lips.
“Aziraphale, I need…” She muttered between slow kisses. “Need more.” She panted.
Aziraphale understood.
“Let me pleasure you, darling.” He then was drawing his mouth from her. He began trailing it down her body, peppering kisses across her gorgeous form.
“Fuck.” Crowley threw her head back as Aziraphale continued his fingers’ ministrations inside her. He lowered his head down further, meeting her thighs with a kiss.
“Fuck, Aziraphale!” Crowley cried and bucked up.
Aziraphale pushed her panties off her legs, pushing her dress up around her hips. This exposed Crowley’s wet, glistening folds. Fuck, Aziraphale was throbbing with need in his trousers, probably leaking now.
Aziraphale’s mouth watered at the sight of Crowley’s glistening folds, and he moved his head towards her to kiss it. His mouth was on her, and she was crying out in almost a scream. Crowley’s sharp nails found Aziraphale’s head, grasping his hair tightly. Aziraphale moved his mouth to her clit, sucking on it. She cried out, gripping tighter. She tasted divine, and Aziraphale lapped up her juices, moving his tongue between her folds. She was bucking up against his mouth. Crowley’s hands were in his hair, forcing his head to move where she liked. Aziraphale all but obeyed. She was a goddess in which he worshiped.
Crowley was gasping loudly, and Aziraphale held her right thigh tightly with his right hand as he ate her out. His left hand moved over Crowley’s stomach and then to her clit, stroking. Crowley was gasping and shaking then. Aziraphale put his best into making it pleasurable for her. With a sharp cry, Crowley was coming into his mouth and across his face. Aziraphale worked her slowly down from her high till she was pulling away, trembling from the stimulations. Aziraphale drew his left hand away to wipe her fluids off his face. His right hand still stroked Crowley’s right thigh gently.
Crowley was left panting, looking gorgeous indeed. Aziraphale kissed up her body and across her dress, running his hand across her lovely body. He reached her mouth and kissed it gently. She moaned contently, her hands cradling the back of his head, her finger stroking softly at the back of his neck. Crowley was all pliant and soft now.
“That was wonderous,” Crowley said as Aziraphale drew his mouth away to take in her beauty.
“You want more, darling?” Aziraphale asked, stroking over her hip. “Because I have been dreaming of you for quite a while.”
“Then why did you never…all my flirting.” She groaned in annoyance, throwing her head back to shake.
“I…” Aziraphale flushed, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I just… I thought I was too old for you.”
“You think I ever cared about your age.” Crowley glared into his eyes, her fingers still playing with the hairs at the back of his neck. “Honestly, it kind of drew me even more to you.”
She forced his mouth into a deep kiss then, and Aziraphale let himself get lost in it. It was all too easy now that he’d thrown his inhibitions to the wind.
“Now, let me return the favour.” Crowley drew away to purr. Her amber eyes were dark as she met Aziraphale with that wicked smirk.
/
Crowley pushed herself off the bed as she pulled her hair aside. She grabbed the collar of Aziraphale’s shirt to kiss his mouth roughly. Fuck, Crowley couldn’t believe she finally gotten her way, that she’d gotten him into bed with her. Aziraphale had given her pleasure beyond comparison, and fuck, she wanted more. Crowley wanted to return the favour.
Crowley’s fingers left Aziraphale’s collar to move to the buttons of his shirt. She began unbuttoning them as they kissed, exposing skin and feeling light hairs across Aziraphale’s chest.
“Crowley,” Aziraphale sucked in a breath.
Crowley snaked her other hand down between Aziraphale’s legs and felt his cock hard between his thighs. Aziraphale gasped and bucked into the contact. Fuck, Crowley was already pulsating again at the thought of him.
Crowley pressed harder into his bulge, and Aziraphale moaned and bucked into it. Crowley drew her mouth from Aziraphale’s lips to his neck. She undid the last button of Aziraphale’s shirt and pushed it away, off his shoulders. Aziraphale helped pull it off, and in the next second, Crowley pushed him back into the bed. Aziraphale fell back with ease. Crowley licked her tongue over her teeth as she surveyed her prey. Aziraphale’s plump stomach rolled over his trousers from where he lay on the bed. Crowley was on him instantly, grasping and squeezing Aziraphale’s excess skin.
“Fuck, Crowley. You’re so gorgeous.” Aziraphale praised as his hand came to her waist. Crowley smirked up at Aziraphale, his blue eyes filled with lust.
“Shall I put on a show for you?” Crowley pulled back her hair to pull a dress strap off her shoulder. Aziraphale’s eyes turned darker as they watched the strap fall. Crowley smirked and moved to do the same with the other side. Her dress top fell in quick succession, no longer held up by the straps. Crowley was left with her dress pooling around her waist, her red and black lacy bra on full display. She put on her favourite, sexiest lingerie for tonight. She had bought them for a special occasion like this, hoping.
“Fuck, Crowley.” Aziraphale’s hands returned to her sides, touching her exposed skin. Crowley shivered at the contact. “You are the most magnificent creature I’ve ever seen.”
“You say such nice things.” Crowley purred in contentment and leaned over to kiss Aziraphale.
Aziraphale’s hands slid over her sides, and she reached up to unhook her bra. She tossed it aside and leaned back and give Aziraphale a good show.
Aziraphale’s eyes went dark again, her mouth opening slightly at the sight of her exposed form. “Fuck, darling.”
Crowley smirked again and rolled her hips over Aziraphale. She brought a hand up to massage her breast, throwing her head back to let out a desperate moan. Aziraphale squirmed on the bed between her thighs. Crowley glanced down at Aziraphale’s tenting trousers.
“I do believe turnabout is fair play.” She smirked and began lowering herself down Aziraphale’s body.
Crowley’s fingers were at Aziraphale’s trousers then. She drew her head down to nip at his stomach. Aziraphale gasped, bucking up. Crowley began pulling the slacks down along with the undergarments. She wanted desperately to see his cock. Aziraphale was responding wondrously, so she continued, drawing his garments off. His cock sprung free. Fuck, Crowley’s mouth watered at the sight of it. It was thick and glorious, already leaking.
Aziraphale made a nervous sound then, squirming uncomfortably under Crowley. Crowley had to remedy that at once. She almost immediately brought her mouth to the watering cock. Aziraphale gasped sharply, hips threatening to buck up. Crowley smirked and moved off Aziraphale’s glorious cock to nip at his right thigh, squeezing it between her hand.
“Such glorious thighs.” She praised. “I dreamt of them wrapped around me. Dreamt of this, what it’d be like to sink my teeth into them.” She brought her teeth a little harder into his thigh. Aziraphale gasped sharply, so nicely, bucking slightly.
“Oh, Crowley.” Aziraphale squirmed as Crowley continued with light nipping. She continued to squeeze his gloriously plump thighs between her hands. She noticed Aziraphale was gripping the sheets tightly.
Crowley smiled, looking up at how glorious Aziraphale looked. His head was thrown back, eyes screwed shut. Crowley had always dreamt of what he’d look like undone. It was even more beautiful than she imagined.
Crowley moved to slip the rest of her dress off. It was becoming a nuisance anyway. She then returned to Aziraphale’s cock, taking it into her mouth. Aziraphale gasped and squirmed. Crowley squeezed his thighs, delighting in the feeling of them. Fuck, she wanted Aziraphale to fuck her mouth, to straddle her with his highs. But Aziraphale seemed desperately trying to hold himself off.
Crowley drew himself off Aziraphale’s cock to nip at his stomach. It was gloriously plump too. She squeezed the fat between her hands, digging her nails into the skin. Crowley nipped up his body, drawing away to look up at Aziraphale. Aziraphale was panting heavily. His eyes were still screwed shut, still gripping the sheets tightly.
“Angel,” Crowley coaxed Aziraphale’s eyes open; they were such a lovely blue. “You don’t have to hold yourself back on my account. I like it rough.” She smirked before kissing his mouth.
Aziraphale’s hands found her waist then and pulled her in closer. Crowley’s body rolled backwards, and could feel Aziraphale’s member pressing. Fuck, she wanted him in her. Crowley moved slightly, rolling her hips back to tease him with her wet folds.
“Crowley!” Aziraphale gasped.
“Want you in me,” She growled lowly, rolling her hips against his pressing hard member.
“We need protection,” Aziraphale stated, face blushing.
“It’s fine.” Crowley drew away, stilling her hips for a moment to meet Aziraphale’s eyes. “I had surgery. As much as I love Warlock, once was quite traumatic enough.”
Aziraphale looked up at her with those soft blue eyes.
“See.” She brought his hands to the small scars above her hips.
“Oh, darling.” Aziraphale rubbed them gently.
“Nothing to worry about.” Crowley leaned forward to kiss Aziraphale gently. “Do you want to?”
“More than anything.” He kissed her deeply.
She didn’t need to be told twice. Crowley then moved off Aziraphale’s body to take a hold of his cock. She situated herself to direct it to her opening. She slowly began to sink in and let off a glorious noise as Aziraphale’s thick cock filled her wondrously.
“Fuck, Aziraphale.” She hissed and met him for a kiss.
Aziraphale’s hands ran over her body, fingers sweeping across her sides and then up to her breasts. Crowley rolled her hips forward as they kissed deeply. Aziraphale massaged her breasts, moaning into her mouth. His hands then travelled back down to her sides, gripping tightly, and he began to meet her movements with rough return. Crowley threw her head back to let out a moan. Aziraphale was filling her so gloriously. She gripped Aziraphale’s hips below her, digging her sharp nails into his sides.
One of Aziraphale’s hands came around to grope her ass, and Crowley let out a sharp cry in surprise. Aziraphale looked worried, and she hurriedly met him in a kiss to assure him the touch was okay and wanted. Aziraphale moaned into her mouth, rocking into her.
“Fuck, darling. You feel wondrous.” Aziraphale groaned out as his hips bucked into her. Crowley rolled her own in return. “Not going to last long.” Aziraphale hissed out in warning.
“Come for me.” Crowley hissed in return as she brought her mouth to Aziraphale’s neck.
Crowley nipped at Aziraphale’s neck for a bit till he was gasping, body shaking. She met his lips again and began thrusting her hips with abandonment to help Aziraphale achieve his organ. Fuck, his cock filled her so nicely, hitting all the right places. Crowley gasped and threw her head back to fuck herself on Aziraphale’s cock, to ride out her pleasure. Crowley’s hands settled on his stomach. Aziraphale was grunting, holding her waist tightly before he let out a low groan, throwing his head back and spilling into her.
“Fuck!” Aziraphale swore, trembling, grip loosening.
Crowley groaned as his come filled her inside. Her hips continued rocking, milking Aziraphale’s cock for every drop as to fill her. Crowley could feel herself getting close and snaked a hand to her clit as the other massaged her breast. She worked her long, slim fingers in tandem as she rolled her hips over Aziraphale.
Aziraphale was panting below her, eyes meeting hers dark. His hands were still at her sides, his thumb stroking just below her hips, where she was the most sensitive. Then suddenly, Crowley was coming with a cry and fucked herself on his cock. Her hand held herself up sturdy, hard against Aziraphale’s stomach. She saw stars behind her eyes and let out a heavy breath before coming down from her high. Aziraphale was breathing heavily, eyes fixed on her the whole time. Crowley crawled back over his body to meet his mouth with hers, desperate for a kiss. The kiss was long and intimate, their hands trailing over each other. Aziraphale’s hands wandered to her back, drawing her close to his body.
“Fuck, darling.” Aziraphale met her eyes all soft, hand stroking the back of her hipbone lightly. “That was… something.”
“Good, I hope,” Crowley smirked.
“Amazing.” Aziraphale smiled.
Crowley’s heart softened at the intimacy of it all. She nuzzled close into Aziraphale’s body, breathing in his warm scent. Aziraphale’s fingers came up to the back of her neck. His fingers pulled her hair aside gently. He slowly drawing her away to stroke her face and stare at her.
“You are amazing, darling.” Aziraphale kissed Crowley deeply and softly, stroking her face lovingly.
Crowley was becoming like putty against him. She wanted nothing more than to stay in Aziraphale’s embrace, with him saying such lovely things to her in his lovely voice.
“Thank you. I didn’t deserve this.” Aziraphale said.
“Don’t say that!” Crowley pulled her face up to glare sternly into his eyes. “You are quite the catch yourself. I dare say.” She brought her fingers to his chin, wrapping tightly around to draw Aziraphale into a deep kiss.
Crowley’s fingers continued light ministrations when she drew away, brushing against Aziraphale’s face softly. Aziraphale stared at her, his eyes filled with wonder.
“I don’t know why you are interested in me, but I shan’t complain,” Aziraphale told her, staring at her with his soft eyes.
“I don’t want to hear any more of that.” Crowley told him sternly and kissed him lightly again. She then snuggled into Aziraphale’s side.
Aziraphale kissed her head lightly and pulled her close, trailing gentle, exploring fingers across her body.
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Aziraphale felt sure he was in a dream. A dream in which he’d just fucked and come inside Crowley. Only Crowley’s warm, lithe body between his fingers assured him it was real. Crowley was very naked, pressed up against Aziraphale, nuzzled into the crook of his neck. It felt so good, and Aziraphale basked in it. He kissed Crowley’s head and brushed her hair back, wanting to remember every detail of this moment.
“I don’t know if I should stay, darling,” Aziraphale said slowly, sadly.
Crowley gave a sad sigh. “Yes, I suppose you are right.” She slowly extracted herself from him. “I should go clean up anyway. Let you get dressed.”
She kissed Aziraphale’s lips lightly, then drew herself off from the bed. Aziraphale was caught up in her naked form, which was fully on display. He was caught up in the curve of Crowley’s rear end as she left the room.
Aziraphale swore quietly to himself, then began to get up to find his clothes. Aziraphale put his pants on and sat on the bed to put his shirt back on. He was doing up the buttons when Crowley had returned, she was still nude as anything.
“Need help?” Crowley smirked and came over. Aziraphale stopped his movements as she suddenly began to straddle his lap to help to do up his buttons.
“Thanks, darling.” Aziraphale managed to say as the lump formed in his throat. He wanted to stroke over her hips again but held his hands in tight fists at his side.
Crowley smirked and kissed his lips. “Now, where did we throw the rest of it?” She got up to search the floor. Aziraphale stood up as Crowley found his waistcoat, handing it over to him. Aziraphale quickly put it on.
“You look lovely, angel.” Crowley purred, coming over and putting her arms over Aziraphale’s shoulders. Aziraphale froze with her proximity, with the fact that she was still naked as the day she was born.
“So says you.” He stuttered.
“And I’ll say it again.” She smirked.
Crowley’s fingers traced the back of his neck, and Aziraphale’s breath trembled as it left him. Crowley suddenly was then doing up Aziraphale’s bowtie around his neck. She tied it tightly and gave it a little pat with her job well down, smiling.
“Now I feel entirely overdressed.” Aziraphale’s eyes glanced down at Crowley’s naked form.
Crowley chuckled and drew away to pick up her dress. With one easy movement, it was over her head and onto her body, covering her indecency. Crowley’s back was turned to Aziraphale, pulling her hair out from under her dress. Aziraphale couldn’t restrain himself anymore. He came over, stopping himself once he was at her back.
“May I?” He inquired.
Crowley’s breath left her shaky, and she nodded.
Aziraphale drew Crowley’s lovely hair aside to kiss at her bare shoulder, letting his hands wander down to her sides. Fuck, she was so beautiful, and Aziraphale would have her again. But he shouldn’t; he must restrain himself like the gentleman he was.
“Round two?” Crowley asked, breath heavy. She turned her head to expose her neck for Aziraphale’s kisses.
Aziraphale groaned, melting into her body. He so desperately wanted to give in, to give her what she pleased.
“Maybe not tonight.” He stopped himself. He felt they might be here all night if he didn’t stop now. And with his age, he definitely didn’t have the stamina for that.
“We both need rest, darling.” Aziraphale kissed her neck lightly once more.
“I still have to put some cake in a container for you.” Crowley seemed to remember suddenly.
Aziraphale had forgotten about that.
They kissed lightly once more, and then Crowley’s long, slim fingers wrapped around Aziraphale’s wrist. The next second, Crowley was leading Aziraphale into the kitchen. She let go of Aziraphale’s wrist to head to the fridge where she’d put away the cake. Aziraphale left her side to head to the front door to get dressed to leave. While he did, Crowley cut a good portion of the cake to put in a container for him. She soon was handing the container over to the front door at the front door.
“I hope we can do this again, some time.” Crowley leaned up to kiss him, and Aziraphale melted it. “And I won’t have you thinking this was some terrible mistake. For I quite enjoyed it. Thank you.”
Aziraphale was left blinking, lost, in her stunning amber eyes. “I too, Crowley.” He nodded politely.
Crowley smiled and then pulled herself away from him to open the door. “Rest well then. See you soon.”
“Yes. You too, Crowley.” Aziraphale began drawing himself away. He stopped on the porch and turned back to her.
“Just…” He reached for her face gently. Crowley sucked in a breath, and Aziraphale kissed her cheek.
“Night, Crowley.” He whispered, then drew himself away.