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“ ‘Hnnngg… a-nnngel…” Crowley mutters, his vision and speech still impaired with the haziness of sleep.
He’s in their bed, in their cottage, in the south downs. He knows he is, but his brain can only provide one possible answer to where he is right now. He’s in heaven. Not actual heaven, mind you, no no. More like the human concept of heaven. Less stark blinding walls and liminal spaces… more feeling, emotions, happiness. It feels like coming home, like he’s finally right where he needs to be after all this time.
Crowley is sprawled on his side with the comforting weight of Aziraphale against his back, the angel’s cock lazily moving in and out of him.
“Shhh.. darling. I’ve got you.” Aziraphale whispers, his hands gently holding onto Crowley’s hips, a comforting, and almost possessive, weight that Crowley’s sleep-addled brain adores.
He lets out a pleased little hum, which turns into a whimper as it leaves his throat because Aziraphale hits that perfect spot inside him just right.
“So good for me… My beautiful boy, always so good for me aren’t you my sweet?” Aziraphale coos into Crowley’s ear, making the demon let out a little moan in response to the praise.
“Mmm. Always so needy… You’re lucky I can never get enough of you darling.” Aziraphale says, picking up the speed of his thrusts as he does so.
“Fff— aaangel…” Crowley whines, luxuriating in the angel’s unrelenting hunger for him.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin are obscene. Aziraphale seems content to pound into Crowley for as long as it takes to push them both over the edge, listening to the litany of gorgeous noises Crowley is making under his attentions.
Aziraphale had spent the early hours of the morning teasing Crowley’s lovely pliant body. Content to indulge in fingering him open until he was more than ready, aided by the haze of Crowley's slumber making him perfectly relaxed, then gently sliding into him and enjoying the sensation of just being inside his love. He teased Crowley -in reality it was mostly himself, considering the fact that Crowley was having a very pleasant dream at the time- for hours, pulling out a few centimetres and back in every few minutes just to feel something.
So by now Aziraphale was quite pent up, and was pounding into Crowley with enough force, they would likely have cracked through the bed-frame if it hadn't been miraculously reinforced.
Crowley was well beyond speech or any coherent thoughts at this point, just relishing in the feeling of Aziraphale using him; the sensations tripled in their intensity this early in the morning.
“Oh- goodness. Darling…” Aziraphale said around a moan, his voice stuttering slightly as he became increasingly clouded by pleasure.
Crowley only hissed in response, feeling his own orgasm rapidly approaching.
Aziraphale kept up the intensity of his thrusts for a few moments before faltering, letting out an obscene moan, and spilling deep inside his demon.
Crowley was coming too, the feeling of being filled up by Aziraphale’s spend was more than enough to send him over the edge.
Gradually, after gently fucking them both through their orgasms, Aziraphale stilled inside of him, gripping more tightly onto Crowley’s hips as he relishes in the aftershocks of their shared pleasure.
He leans over Crowley, cupping his jaw and carefully titling it towards himself to press a kiss to his lips, and Crowley can only let out a little whimper at the tenderness of the action.
Aziraphale slips his, now soft, cock out of Crowley and the demon makes a disgruntled noise at the action.
Aziraphale presses another kiss to Crowley’s lips as an apology and murmurs against them. “Would you like to keep something inside yourself, love?”
Crowley could only nod and attempt a noncommittal noise.
“Very well my darling.” Aziraphale responds, reaching over to grab the sleek black plug the demon favours.
He quickly lines it up, attempting to scoop all of the come leaking from Crowley's hole onto it, and presses it inside until it fits snugly.
“Better?” He asks.
“Mmmhm… Luv’ you ‘ngel..” Crowley says, his voice barely even a whisper, but he knows Aziraphale will hear him perfectly anyways.
“I love you too, my darling serpent. Get some more rest, love. We still have plenty of the day left.” Aziraphale responded, pressing another loving kiss to Crowley’s lips before settling against his back again.
And Crowley did just that.