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It was a quiet day. The bookshop windows open and breeze waving through the curtains.
Aziraphale hadn’t seen Crowley in a couple of days. Not that it was necessarily a long time. They’d gone centuries without seeing each other before.
So why was it a bother now?
Perhaps he’d habitually learned to miss him? That’s seemed only accurate.
But they’d had their first kiss. It was just great; after millennia of yearning, he’d kissed him! Crowley had kissed him!
That had unlocked dozens of fantasies in him. Ones he regretfully couldn’t control at all. God forbid someone find out — God forbid God find out.
Now every time he even thought about Crowley’s name, a dirty fantasy would pop into his head and would have his whole body flushed in seconds.
Oh how he wanted that demon.
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The doorbells jingled at entry.
A dark aura approached, stopping to slouch on a chair and scroll on what he assumed was a mobile phone. And that the demonic aura in his shop was Crowley.
Aziraphale peaked through the shelves. He was absolutely gorgeous. Even when relaxed and slouched lazily. His fiery red hair shining in the sunlight, eyes shimmering gold. Breathtaking, he thought.
He couldn’t possibly take it any longer. He had to have him. It was more than a craving now. It was a need.
“Crowley, dear?” Aziraphale shouted from around the corner. He climbed onto a step stool and pretended to be in trouble. Attempting poorly to re-enact a particular scenario in his head.
“‘S up, Angel?”
“Can you help me reach this book, please?” Going swell so far.
“Don’t you ‘ave one of those ladders?” Crowley shouted, his Adam’s apple bobbing with his head tilted back.
“Well, yes… But it’s not tall enough. Please come and help me?” Aziraphale grinned.
“Fine, fine.” Crowley shot to his feet and began to approach his direction.
Once he was relatively close enough, Aziraphale put his plan in order.
“Oh! It seems I can just about reach it, hold on- Ah!” He stumbled from the step stool purposefully, catching the demon’s snake-like instincts almost instantaneously.
“Angel!-“
And he was in Crowley’s arms. His strong, black clad arms. The ones he’d yearned to be held in.
Crowley had caught him bridal style, which felt a lot more intimate than it should’ve.
“You alright?” The demon asked, his cheeks dusted with pink.
“Oh, perfectly, dear. Especially from this sudden rescue.” He smirked, wrapping his arms around his neck. Perfect.
Crowley raised an eyebrow. “Be more careful, next time.” His stern tone echoing through Aziraphale’s head, causing him to bite his lip.
“No promises…” He looked away cheekily.
“No. You will be careful. Can’t have my angel getting scratched, can I?”
“Y-yours?” Aziraphale flushed again. His angel. He called him his angel. That made his stomach flutter in anticipation.
Crowley started to walk towards the stairs. “That’s right.”
“W-what are you doing?” He got no answer. “Crowley?”
Now he was placed on his bed. The door wide open.
“Showing you just how much you belong to me.” Crowley pulled his bow tie off and secured his wrists with it above his head before hooking the restraints onto a hook on the bed frame. Miraculously installed.
“C-Crowley!?”
“Tell me you want this.” Crowley stopped, hovering above him.
“I do. I do want this, Crowley.” Aziraphale stared up at him with his big blue eyes. Hoping he would hurry up.
“Tell me to stop if you need to.”
And within seconds, their clothes were miracled off, landing on the chair in a neatly folded pile.
“O-oh!” Aziraphale gasped as the cool air hit his now bare body.
Crowley chuckled and snapped his fingers — miracling something else up — spawning a tartan patterned piece of fabric. Despite his dislike of tartan, he may have just wanted to make Aziraphale less fussy.
“Is this okay?” Crowley held the fabric in front of his eyes. It was a blindfold then.
“Yes.”
His eyes were covered gently. Crowley held up his head up and tied the blindfold comfortable so the knot wouldn’t dig into him when he lay his head down.
“What word do you wanna use?”
Aziraphale pursed his lips in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Crowley sighed, “A safeword. A word you can say that means you want me to stop everything no matter what.”
“Oh! Well, maybe… Crepes, then. Is that good word?”
“Crepes it is.”
Aziraphale then heard a bottle cap opening and liquid pouring out.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“It’s lube. It’ll feel a bit cold, but don’t worry, we’ll warm it up soon.” Crowley said, lifting one of his legs over his shoulder making him squeak.
Crowley then grabbed his cock and started rubbing the lubricant up and down.
“Ah!” Aziraphale moaned. Not being able to see had heightened his senses significantly.
He then felt Crowley’s hot breath on his inner thighs, his tongue lapping the sensitive skin and nipping with his fangs. Continuing to pump his cock with one hand.
“Oh, dear.” Aziraphale whimpered, pulling on the restraints.
“You like that, don’t you? I’m gonna make you feel so good, Angel.” Crowley rubbed over the tip, his tongue licking up his shaft. Making Aziraphale yelp in surprise.
He squirmed beneath the demon. He could feel like climax approaching. “Crowley, please!”
“You gonna come for me? Not yet, Angel. I’ve barely started.” Crowley dipped down and prodded his rim with his tongue.
Aziraphale moaned louder, his back arching.
“That’s right, Angel. I’m gonna loosen you up for me.” He mumbled between his legs, his tongue lapping circles around the rim.
That tongue was sinful on its own. It could drive Aziraphale crazy.
“Oh God!” He practically screamed. He was so close.
“No, no, not God. God can’t help you. Say my name. Only my name.” Crowley stopped his ministrations.
“Ngh, please!” Aziraphale squirmed and whined.
“No, not until you say it. Say my name. Beg for me to make you come.” He squeezed the base of his cock to stop him.
“Please! Please, Crowley! Please make me come!” Aziraphale flushed bright red.
“Good.” Crowley pushed two newly lubricated fingers inside him and deepthroated his cock.
“Crowley!” Aziraphale tugged harder on the restraints, moaning even louder than before.
He was close. So close. He couldn’t without Crowley though. Not yet.
“Wait!” Aziraphale yelled, kicking his legs lightly to signal the demon between them.
“What’s wrong?” Crowley lifted his head up in worry.
“I- I need you… inside. I want you to come with me.” Aziraphale bit his lip, trying to look at him despite the blindfold.
“Are you ready?” Crowley lined himself up quickly.
“Yes! Please, hurry up!”
He sighed, pushing in slowly, trying to hold back. He groaned as he was finally all the way in, fingers digging into the flesh of Aziraphale’s plush thighs.
“Oh, my dear!” Aziraphale threw his head back against the pillow, his wrists aching in the restraints.
Crowley panted for a moment, waiting for him to adapt to the size before he started to thrust at an achingly slow pace.
“Oh, yes! Faster! Please…” Aziraphale moaned, his hips bucking off of the mattress when he continually hit his prostate.
And so he obeyed. His thrusts became faster and harder as he buried his face in Aziraphale’s neck, sucking marks and biting into the sensitive skin.
“Crowley! I need- let me touch you, please?” Aziraphale whimpered, small tears running under the blindfold.
Crowley paused for a second and unhooked his restraints from the hook on the bed frame. Not untying them, but releasing them from the restricting hold.
Aziraphale immediately threaded the demon through his circular arms and kissed him deeply.
Their tongues moved almost in time with his thrusts as they both moaned into each other.
Crowley reached between their sweating bodies and grab ahold of Aziraphale aching cock. He was begging for release so desperately that he came just from that singular touch.
He spurted white ropes onto their abdomens as he tightened around Crowley. Pushing him right over the edge with him. He bit Aziraphale’s shoulder to muffle his moan as he shot his load inside of him.
He thrusted a few more times during the aftershocks before pulling out and collapsing on top of him, panting heavily.
“Angel, that was- ngk, so good.” He whispered, sweat dripping from his forehead.
“Crowley, can you untie me, please?” Aziraphale said, his head fallen against the pillow.
“Yep, sorry.” Crowley sat up and removed both the restraints gently.
Aziraphale looked up into his eyes — his gorgeous bright yellow eyes — and cupped his face to kiss him.
“My dear, that was amazing. Thank you.” He smiled tearfully.
“No need to thank me, Angel. If do it anytime.” Crowley kissed his cheek softly as they lay together in a sticky heap of limbs.
And they lay together for a while, stuck in a post-euphoric trance.
“Crowley, I love you.” Aziraphale finally spoke.
The demon sat up onto his elbows, both arms beside Aziraphale’s head like walls. “I love you too, Angel.”
“So, how about another round?” Aziraphale grinned.
“Whatever you want.”
They didn’t leave the bookshop for the next 2 days.