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Aziraphale paced the room, nervously tugging at his jacket. It was a nice enough place, if a bit lacking in personality. The drab colors were only accented by the very uninspiring art that hung on the walls. While it was all one large room, there was a kitchenette and a small dining table in one corner, another corner hosted an oversized sofa and television. The bathroom was partitioned off with frosted glass walls, though a curtain could be drawn for extra privacy. The main focus of the room though, was the large, king-size bed. It made Aziraphale's stomach churn every time he looked at it.
Aziraphale glanced at his watch. It was nearly six o'five and the woman on the phone had said someone would arrive at six. He worried that perhaps he'd been forgotten, or that something had gone wrong, or that he'd been given the wrong room number. Maybe he’d gotten the wrong address? Perhaps he was meant to be at the facility in Whitechapel instead of Mayfair...
Taking a breath, Aziraphale tried to calm himself. It was most likely just the hormones that were beginning to build for his heat contributing to his anxiety. That, and the fact that he'd never really done this sort of thing before.
The only reason he was doing it now was because his last few heats had been awful. They'd had left him feeling weak and lethargic for weeks afterward until he'd finally relented and visited a doctor. When the doctor learned that he'd never had an alpha attend any of his heats they nearly fell out of their chair. Their prescription was to take some medications to ease his current symptoms and to utilize Alpha Services for his next heat.
Aziraphale had always avoided using AS. The idea of seeking something so intimate from a complete stranger had never appealed to him. He'd visited the dating services of course, always hopeful that someday he would meet someone that he connected with and would never have to worry about being alone during his heats ever again. The years continued to tick by, however, and he had yet to meet anyone that held his interest for more than a second date. So he had been reduced to soliciting sex from Alpha Services for his upcoming heat.
Alphas were dangerous, especially the unmated ones, which was why organizations like Alpha Services had been formed in the first place. Keeping unmated alphas in custody at all times was vital for the safety of society. That was why they also provided rooms for heat servicing. It was as secure a situation as possible –there were guards available at the touch of a button– but even still, Aziraphale was nervous.
After another glance at his watch, he decided he would call them at ten after if they hadn't arrived yet. No sooner had he made this decision than there was a knock at the door.
Wiping his palms on his trousers, Aziraphale took a deep breath before reaching for the knob. Two men stood on the other side of it. One wore a crisp uniform in a dark grey, the AS logo was embroidered in white thread with the name 'Gary' underneath. The other wore a much lighter grey with a bold red inscription that simply read, "Alpha". His clothes were loose fitting, similar to the scrubs that Aziraphale had seen nurses wear in hospitals. A black collar was situated around his neck.
"Good afternoon, sir," Gary began. He had the genial sort of smile that most people who worked with the general public wore while on the clock. "Are you Mr Aziraphale Fell?"
"I am, yes," Aziraphale answered.
He tried to keep his eyes on the man who was speaking to him, but they kept drifting towards the man beside him. At this distance, it was easy to catch his alpha scent, which immediately set Aziraphale's nerves on edge. The alpha had yet to make eye contact with him.
"Excellent," Gary continued. "May we come in?"
"Of course, yes," Aziraphale said as he opened the door wider allowing them to enter his temporary dwelling.
Gary pulled out a clipboard with several documents on it. "I'll just need a couple more signatures from you."
"I filled out all the paperwork online," Aziraphale said. And goodness there had been a lot of it.
"Of course, sir. There were just a few more things to sign off on."
"Oh, all right, then."
Gary held out the clipboard, using the pen to point to the signature line. "This one here says that you have received the alpha that you selected on the website."
Aziraphale nodded and signed. The alpha did look like the one from the photo, albeit it much less seductive and cocksure. In fact, he looked nearly as nervous as Aziraphale was himself.
Gary flipped to the next page. "This one says that you know about all the safety features."
Aziraphale frowned. "If you wouldn't mind refreshing my memory?"
"Not at all, sir," Gary said. "The room is equipped with panic buttons on the nightstands on either side of the bed, one on the dining table and one on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Pressing those will summon a security guard to help you. In addition to that, all alphas are required to wear a shock collar." He gestured helpfully to the one the alpha was wearing, before handing Aziraphale a small black remote with a loop around it. "If at any point you feel unsafe, simply press this button to subdue the alpha."
Aziraphale looked dubiously at the device in his hand. "But won't that hurt him?"
"Of course it will. That's the point, sir. Pain is the only way to get through their thick alpha skulls."
Aziraphale felt a little nauseated, but nodded and put his signature on the document.
"Last one for today," Gary promised. "This one just says that, unless other arrangements have been made with the head office, some type of contraceptive is required."
A blush crept over Aziraphale's cheeks as he signed the page. "Yes, I purchased some this morning."
"Excellent. In that case, my work here is done. If you have any trouble at all, don't hesitate to reach out for assistance. Your safety is our number one priority," Gary said.
"Thank you very much. I do appreciate it," Aziraphale said.
"Enjoy your time," Gary said as he let himself out of the room.
As the latch clicked, Aziraphale suddenly realized that he was all alone with a strange alpha. A small jolt of panic burst through him before he managed to push it down. After all, that was the whole point of this, and there were a great many safety measures in place. Not that it was impossible for something bad to happen, but it was as unlikely as was possible.
"Are you hungry?" Aziraphale asked. He felt silly the moment the words left his mouth but there was no taking them back now. Instead, covered his embarrassment by heading over to the dining area to smooth out the already smooth place mats. "I ordered some takeaway. It should be delivered soon. I wasn't sure what you'd like so I got an assortment of things. Probably far too much really, but there's a refrigerator for leftovers, if needed. I hope that wasn't too presumptuous, I just figured that we'd both need our strength and a good meal seemed a good way to 'break the ice' as it were."
"Whatever you got will be fine," the alpha said quietly once Aziraphale paused for breath. "Thank you."
"You're quite welcome," Aziraphale said, still feeling quite nervous. "Please, come sit down."
The alpha moved gracefully across the room, though there was a purposeful slowness to his strides. He pulled out one of the chairs at the table and it took several moments for Aziraphale to realize it was meant for him.
"Oh!" Aziraphale said before taking the offered chair, blushing a little at the gesture. "Thank you."
"Not at all," the alpha said as he took his own seat on the other side of the table.
Aziraphale fiddled with the place mat once again. "I hope you won't think me terribly rude, but I can't seem to recall your name. I'm sure it must have been listed on the website."
"Crowley, the alpha replied. "Or Anthony, if you prefer."
"Well, Crowley, it's very nice to meet you. I'm Aziraphale."
"The pleasure is all mine."
The words were right, but Aziraphale couldn't sense any of the charm that they were meant to convey. Really, he didn't sense anything from Crowley beyond an overwhelming sense of anxiety and dread. His scent didn't suffer too badly for it though. Aziraphale had been pleased to note the spicy, subtly-smoky notes to it. Like incense, or a spiced cake. Only the lightest hint of metallic tang hung in the background.
Perhaps they both just needed to relax. "Would you like a glass of wine? I brought a bottle from home."
Crowley's eyes finally met his directly. They were wide with surprise, maybe even fear, ridiculous as it seemed.
"'M not allowed," Crowley said quickly.
"Not allowed?" Aziraphale said with a frown. "What do you mean not allowed? I'm sure one little glass won't hurt."
Crowley shook his head and looked down at the table. "They'll know. I'll get in trouble. Alphas aren't allowed to drink alcohol."
"Oh, I see," Aziraphale said, deflating a bit. "I wouldn't want you to get in any trouble. Now that you mention it, I do remember seeing that in the rules.I suppose I should have paid closer attention."
A knock at the door stopped him from continuing his apology. He accepted two large bags of takeout from the delivery driver, and handed her a tip.
"Oh dear, I definitely went overboard," Aziraphale muttered as he set the boxes out onto the table. "There's a little Indian food place just around the corner and I just ordered all of my favorite dishes. Apparently, I have a lot of favorites."
Aziraphale could feel his face heating up in embarrassment as he took his seat again. He served some vindaloo onto his plate and took a piece of the naan. "Please, take whatever you like."
Crowley gave him an odd look. "I'm allowed to eat this food?"
Aziraphale frowned. "Yes? I ordered it for us to share. Please, don't be shy."
Crowley watched him for a few moments longer, which was disconcerting both because he was an alpha and because his eyes were the brightest gold that Aziraphale had ever seen. Eventually, Crowley reached out cautiously for the box nearest himself. Satisfied, Aziraphale tucked-in to his own meal.
It wasn't long before the alpha had filled his plate and was eating with something that almost seemed like desperation.
"They must not have curry at the facility very often," Aziraphale said with a chuckle.
Crowley shook his head. "No, we never get food like this. It's… thank you."
Aziraphale felt a pang of concern, before dismissing it. "Of course, I'm happy that you're enjoying it."
The rest of the meal was eaten in silence. It was quite good, but Aziraphale had always enjoyed the meals he'd gotten from that shop. With as ravenously as he'd eaten, Crowley was finished before Aziraphale. The alpha sat quietly, patiently, waiting for him. It was strange. Aziraphale hadn't been expecting an alpha to be so demure.
Once finished, Aziraphale put away the leftovers. Crowley had looked a bit uncomfortable when he had refused his offer of help, but it really wasn't necessary, and anyway Aziraphale needed something to do with his hands at the moment. Returning to the table, he immediately regretted the loss of having something to do and began tugging at his clothes.
After a few moments, Crowley spoke up. “We should discuss your expectations.”
“How do you mean?”
“Things you like, dislike. What you need from me. That sort of thing.”
“Oh. I did fill out the questionnaire on the website.”
He had, and he had blushed furiously the entire time as he filled in the answers to the most personal questions he'd ever been asked in his life. Just the way that he was blushing now, actually, he could feel himself turning what was certainly a mortifying shade of crimson.
Crowley nodded. “I did see the file. It just… it helps me if we can discuss it a bit more. If that's alright.”
The alpha's voice was so quiet. Even in the silent room Aziraphale could barely hear him from the other side of the table. He'd always been taught that alphas were loud and overbearing. Some of the ones he'd met at the dating resorts had been rather boisterous.
“Yes, of course,” Aziraphale replied. “What would you like to know?”
A thin tongue darted out to wet his lips, giving Aziraphale the impression that Crowley was nervous to ask. He wasn't sure why he should be so nervous, after all, of the two of them, Crowley had far more experience. Aziraphale would have thought that he'd be used to this by now.
“You said in the paperwork that you wanted an alpha that would be… dominant. What does that mean to you?”
Aziraphale felt a creeping warmth up the back of his neck. Being in the beginning stages of his heat, having this sort of conversation, with a pleasant alpha scent nearby, well, not to put too fine a point on it, it was affecting him.
“I'm not sure exactly.”
Crowley looked concerned. “What have other alphas done? That you liked, I mean.”
Aziraphale flushed again and looked down at his hands. “I've, um– I've never actually been with an alpha before.”
If such a thing were possible, the already pale alpha looked even paler.
“What? How?”
Aziraphale shrugged. “That doesn't really matter.” He didn't feel like getting into his rather sad attempts at dating with someone that he only just met.
Looking chastised, Crowley bowed his head. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean– I'm sorry. I just– I just need to know how to please you. Is there anything I should avoid?”
Aziraphale shrugged again, feeling a bit guilty and embarrassed that he couldn't give Crowley more direction. He wasn't entirely a virgin, that ship had sailed many years earlier, but the few partners he'd had before had been betas and he'd never been with any of them during a heat. Most betas didn't have the stamina nor the will to deal with an omega in heat. He couldn't blame them, really; it wasn't like he particularly enjoyed them either. However, his physician had made it clear that a heat would be much more bearable with an alpha, so here he was.
“I don't want to hurt you.”
A twinge of nerves unsettled Aziraphale's belly, he pasted on a cheerful smile. “Well, I'm sure you'll do just fine. And I don't believe you'll hurt me. Though, if you do, I suppose that's why I have this.”
With a wave of the little black remote, Aziraphale gave a nervous chuckle. He'd meant it as a joke, to ease the tensions, but the outright fear on Crowley's face made him regret it immediately. He watched the alpha nod his head with a grim resignation, before pasting on a small smile of his own.
“What would you like to do first?” Crowley asked, sounding a bit more confident than he had moments ago. The contrast was odd.
“Well, it will probably be a few hours before things really get started. Perhaps we should take this opportunity to rest.” Aziraphale replied. “I'm not usually one for watching television but perhaps we could sit together for a bit and put something on.”
“If that's what you'd like.”
Crowley stood and slowly walked around the table, offering his hand out to Aziraphale. It made butterflies riot in his tummy, something that had rarely ever happened to him before. He let his rising instincts guide him and took the alpha's hand. Crowley gave only a gentle tug, leading him over to the sitting area.
“Would you like me dressed or undressed?” Crowley asked.
Aziraphale swallowed at the thought of seeing the very handsome alpha naked. The website photos had been very thorough of course, but there was no substitute for seeing something in person.
“Dressed, I should think,” Aziraphale said. His mouth felt a bit too dry. “Though I might slip into something more comfortable. I'd hate for my nice suit to be damaged later.”
Crowley nodded. “Of course. Should I wait here?”
“Make yourself comfortable. I won't be but a minute.”
Aziraphale grabbed his overnight bag and headed to the bathroom area for some privacy. Perhaps it was a bit silly considering what they were here to do, but he did it anyway. He pulled the blue, brushed-cotton pyjamas out of his bag and slipped them on. They weren't perhaps the most sexy thing he could have worn, but they were comfortable, and could be removed easily should the need arise. Taking a deep breath, he gathered his courage before stepping back out into the main room.
Crowley had folded out part of the sofa, making it more suited to lounging, and had somehow located a small pile of blankets and pillows that Aziraphale hadn't seen earlier.
“I hope you don't mind,” Crowley said.
“Not at all, it looks quite comfortable.” Aziraphale stood fiddling with the hem of his nightshirt for a moment before finally settling on, “Well, shall we?”
They both sat down and Crowley handed him pillows and blankets until he was satisfied that Aziraphale was comfortable before allowing himself to settle in. They were side-by-side, barely touching, and already Aziraphale's heart was beginning to race. For something to do, he picked up the remote.
“Any suggestions?” Aziraphale asked. “I'm afraid I'm not even sure what's available these days.”
Crowley shook his head. “Neither am I. I never get to watch television.”
“Then I suppose this is new for both of us.”
Aziraphale flipped on the set and started scrolling through the channels looking for something that seemed vaguely interesting without being overly involved. He settled on a baking competition, which ended up being perfect. It was calming while still providing enough interest to distract him from his nerves.
Quite without realizing it, over the course of the last few episodes, Aziraphale had drifted ever closer to Crowley. He was pressed up against him now, and the alpha's arm was wrapped around his shoulders. Being so close, feeling the heat of his body, having his scent filling his nose, Aziraphale was starting to feel weak, needy. He pressed his face into Crowley's neck, breathing deep.
Crowley shivered, his fingers twitching against Aziraphale's arm.
“Do you want to keep watching?”
Aziraphale considered the question. His body was definitely beginning to feel heated and the desperate ache was beginning to build, but it was still early enough that his nerves were stronger. Alphas could get overwhelmed by an omega's heat and lose control of themselves. Sometimes to the point of violence. Crowley didn't seem like he'd be a violent person, but one could never tell.
“Yes, please,” Aziraphale answered. “Is this too… overwhelming for you?”
“No, I'll do whatever you like,” Crowley said, sounding anxious.
“Thank you.”
They continued watching in silence, though Aziraphale was paying less and less attention to the program. His mind was clouded with the scent of an alpha nearby and he was willing to yield.
“Alpha,” Aziraphale whispered as the current episode drew to a close. He pawed at Crowley’s chest and arms, nuzzling his face against his neck. “Touch me.”
Crowley obeyed, his long fingers skating gently across Aziraphale's back. Another hand cupped his cheek and Aziraphale forced his eyes open to find those pretty gold eyes staring back at him, searching.
“What do you need, Aziraphale?”
“Take me, alpha.”
Crowley attempted to get up but Aziraphale grabbed him tightly.
“Please, I need you, now, right here.”
“Alright,” Crowley said, petting Aziraphale's hair in a way that made him long for more of those touches.
Aziraphale let Crowley guide him onto his back, propped against the arm of the sofa. His back arched as the alpha sucked on his neck and slipped his hand beneath Aziraphale’s trousers.
“Oh,” Aziraphale gasped softly as a finger dragged across his labia, smearing the wetness that was already there. “Oh, yes, alpha, please, more.”
When those same fingers, now slick from his own body, wrapped around his straining cock, Aziraphale shuddered in pleasure. It was so different to feel someone else’s hands on him, to feel the heat of Crowley’s body hovering above him, to smell the scent of his arousal, musky and warm. He wasn't going to last long like this, not with as worked up as he was by the thrill of the newness. He reached out his hand to tug at Crowley's trousers.
The alpha took the hint and removed his own clothes, giving Aziraphale his first glimpse of a real alpha cock. He swallowed thickly, fear and arousal colliding. It was larger than he'd expected, and the subtle swell near the base where his knot would form was more than a little intimidating. Aziraphale had a few knotted toys in a drawer in his bedroom, of course, but he'd never been terribly adventurous in the size department. This alpha was certainly going to test his limits.
“Are you alright, Aziraphale?”
Aziraphale turned crimson as he realized just how long he'd been gaping at the alpha's cock.
“Yes, quite– Quite alright, just, erm, it's a bit more than I was expecting,” Aziraphale answered, his nerves cutting through some of the fog of lust in his mind.
“If I'm unsatisfactory to you, the service could probably send a replacement fairly quickly,” Crowley said quietly. His eyes were focused somewhere on the wall behind the sofa. He looked afraid, though Aziraphale was certain he was imagining things.
“No, I'm sorry I didn't mean to insult you. I suppose I'm just a little nervous. But I'm certain I'll be alright. Just, um, will it hurt?”
Crowley went ghostly pale. “I don't want to hurt you.” The alpha closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself. The large erection began to droop. “I'll be very careful.”
Aziraphale wasn't sure why he trusted him, but he did. There was something honest in those unusual golden eyes. “I know you will.”
Reaching out his hand, Aziraphale took hold of Crowley's, dragging his thumb across his knuckles in what he hoped was a soothing manner. He gave a gentle tug, pulling the alpha closer.
“Touch me, please,” Aziraphale asked again. A desperate little whimper fell from his lips.
Crowley knelt on the sofa again between Aziraphale's still covered legs. He ran his hands along the soft fabric.
“Are you sure?”
Aziraphale nodded. Reaching down he started pushing at his waistband, albeit rather clumsily. “Yes, please, alpha. I want you inside me.”
Crowley groaned helplessly. He helped Aziraphale wiggle out of his pyjama bottoms and tossed them on the floor. Some slightly more lucid part of Aziraphale's mind could hardly believe that he was lying here, with his dripping cunt bare, begging for an alpha to fuck him. Propriety had certainly flown right out the window. Hormones were beastly things.
A shiver coursed through him when Aziraphale felt the blunt head of the alpha's cock sliding along his slit, teasing him. Crowley’s eyes were on him, watching him as he slowly pressed in.
The alpha was definitely larger than the toys that Aziraphale had purchased but with as slick as he was already he didn't feel more than a momentary twinge of discomfort as he was stretched open.
“Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale gasped as he felt the wet slide of the alpha's cock moving ever deeper.
Crowley stopped when his knot pressed against Aziraphale’s outer labia. He began thrusting at a slow pace, with his hands braced on the arm of the sofa and the cushion next to Aziraphale’s head. His face was one of concentration as Aziraphale looked up at him feeling dreamy-eyed.
Reaching down, Aziraphale took his own cock in hand, stroking it slowly in time with Crowley's thrusts. He was close already. It would have been more disappointing had he not already known that, for at least the next two to four days, there would be plenty of opportunity for more.
“Yes, Crowley,” Aziraphale gasped again, letting his orgasm crash over him. It was as slow and undulating as the alpha's movements, and left him feeling boneless. He felt Crowley press deeper, letting Aziraphale's body clench around him. Apparently Crowley hadn't orgasmed, which was a shame. Aziraphale would have to make it up to him later.
When Aziraphale finally managed to open his eyes, Crowley looked worried, guilty.
“I'm sorry,” Crowley whispered. “I– I couldn't– ngk.”
“It’s alright, Crowley,” Aziraphale said, reaching up to touch the alpha's face. “I'm afraid I was just a bit too worked up. I could help you if you need–”
“No,” Crowley said quickly. “That's not necessary. Is there anything I can do for you?”
Aziraphale nodded, feeling a bit sleepy. “I think I should like to sleep for a while, with you beside me, perhaps?”
“Of course.”
They both groaned as Crowley slipped free of Aziraphale's body before helping him to his feet. The alpha tucked him into the bed so sweetly it left Aziraphale smiling into his pillow. He even brought him a glass of water that he left on the nightstand before cuddling up to Aziraphale as he'd been asked.
Aziraphale made a mental note to thank his doctor. It was so nice to have someone pamper him so well. He couldn't wait to see what the next few days had in store. With everything that Aziraphale had seen so far, he no longer felt worried about the prospect of being alone with this alpha. And should anything happen, he still had the remote to the collar strapped around his wrist.
It was nice, sleeping next to someone. Aziraphale had done it so rarely in his life that it felt foreign and yet it was also like scratching that itch on your back that you can't reach yourself. The alpha was warm and it lulled Aziraphale into a restful slumber, far more restful than his previous night of anxiety had been. At least for a couple of hours.
Soon, though, the burning ache in his body returned, making him curl up, clutching at his belly, and whimpering. Strong arms wrapped around his shoulders as the alpha pressed closer against his back.
"Shh, I've got you, omega," the gentle voice said.
Aziraphale felt himself relax almost immediately at the sound. It was astonishing how just his presence and scent helped to dull the pain. He could feel him tugging at his pyjama bottoms, dragging them back off and rubbing his hands over the skin of his hips. Aziraphale groaned at the contact, pushing himself into the alpha's touch even more.
"Eager aren't you?"
There was a subtle attempt at a chuckle, though it wasn't entirely successful. Aziraphale didn't know what that meant. All other thoughts fled from his mind however when he felt the blunt head of the alpha's cock sliding along his slit. He groaned again, clutching at the pillows and pushing his hips back, trying to force the alpha inside. A firm hand gripped his hip, pinning him to the bed.
"Be still."
A shiver travelled his spine at the alpha's command, but Aziraphale held himself in place. "Yes, alpha."
The cock head continued to tease at his entrance until he was positively dripping. Aziraphale hoped that the mattress had a waterproof cover beneath the sheets. Finally, blessedly, the alpha pushed his hips forward, sinking himself slowly into the place Aziraphale needed him most. His thickness was a delicious stretch. Not so much to be painful, but just enough to feel exquisitely full. The way that he moved set Aziraphale's body nearly glowing with stimulation.
Given the angle, his thrusts were shallow, but perfectly positioned and it wasn't long before Aziraphale was gasping with pleasure. A long-fingered hand wrapped around his cock and left him shuddering as his orgasm began to build. He could feel the beginnings of the alpha's knot stretching at his entrance with every thrust, and the promise of how much more it was going to stretch him had Aziraphale spilling onto the sheets with a cry. The alpha fucked him through it and soon he followed, groaning against Aziraphale's shoulder as he pressed deep.
The warm sensation of the alpha's seed flooding him combined with the ever increasing stretch of his knot sent Aziraphale into a second orgasm. His channel rippled, squeezing the alpha's knot, as if to draw every last drop of his seed from him. When the tension of his orgasm subsided he lay boneless against the alpha's --Crowley's-- chest as they both caught their breath.
"That was marvelous, dear boy," Aziraphale gasped.
"Yeah?"
"Absolutely." Aziraphale shifted his hips subtly causing them both to moan when it tugged on Crowley's knot. "Especially when you held me down and told me to be still."
"You like being bossed around in bed, huh?"
"Apparently so," Aziraphale admitted. "Or at least during a heat I do."
"Alright, I can do more of that."
"That would be lovely."
Crowley's arms held him tightly as they relaxed and waited for his knot to subside. As soon as it did, Crowley got up from the bed, and Aziraphale felt a sudden twinge of insecurity and loss, curling in on himself. Then Crowley was back, coaxing him to sit up enough to drink from the bottle of water that he was handed. A warm cloth was gingerly dabbed between his legs, clearing away most of the residual stickiness. Crowley sat down beside him, encouraging him to drink a little more.
"Are you hungry?"
Aziraphale thought over the question. Food wasn't exactly a high priority for him during his heats. A few times he'd gone more than two days without eating anything. He always tried to ensure that he had easy snacks available before his heat began but getting himself to actually eat them was another matter entirely. He supposed this was another benefit of having an alpha to see him through this. The questioning concern in Crowley's eyes made him want to please the alpha, and he nodded.
Crowley returned from the kitchenette with a carton of the leftover takeaway from before. Aziraphale nibbled at it. The warm spices helped him to relax, and having a bit of food in his belly was certainly going to help him keep up his strength. He rarely did this much activity during his heats alone.
They moved back to the sofa, where Aziraphale picked something ridiculous to watch on television before snuggling into Crowley's arms again. It was nice, feeling the warmth of another body against his own, and he was determined to get as much cuddle time as he possibly could.
They didn't make it very far into the program before Aziraphale was needily pawing at Crowley's bare chest, begging the alpha to fuck him. Crowley's fingers grasped his chin, forcing him to look into the alpha's goldenrod eyes.
"Go get in the bed."
The command made Aziraphale's walls clench, searching for something to fill him, and he obeyed quickly.
"Get your shirt off," Crowley said as he slowly followed him, slipping off the boxer briefs he'd put on and stroking his cock back into action.
Aziraphale fumbled with the buttons as quickly as he could, far too lost in a haze of lust to worry about his own insecurities for the moment. He knelt, fully bare in the center of the bed. His hand slipped between his legs, almost without realizing, to spread the wetness of his cunt over his pussy lips, warming himself up for the alpha. The alpha who was currently staring at him in a way that left Aziraphale breathless.
Crowley's hand continued to slowly work his own cock. "Is this what you want, omega?"
Aziraphale nodded quickly.
"Then, present for me."
A flutter shook through his belly as Aziraphale obeyed, turning his back on the alpha and leaning down, offering his dripping slit. Any other time he would have found the position to be humiliating, but he was desperate to have the alpha inside him. He tried to turn his head, to see if Crowley was looking, when he felt him press against his back.
"Good omega," Crowley said with a faint growl.
Aziraphale felt the alpha's cock sliding between his arse cheeks, rutting against his body, using him. It left him whimpering for more.
"Greedy thing," the alpha said in a low voice. "You'll take what I give you."
"Yes, alpha."
Finger's gripped his hip tightly as Aziraphale felt the delicious stretch of his entry. A hand pressed between his shoulder blades, shoving him into the mattress.
"Just like that, omega. Take it."
Aziraphale's cock twitched against his stomach, turned on by the alpha's dominant tone. Crowley was very good at this and the way he canted his hips just so had Aziraphale's legs shaking. He reached forward clutching for the pillow and anything else he could use to anchor himself against the onslaught of pleasure. He was close, so close just from the way that the alpha was filling him, it would only take a few more--
All movement stopped and Aziraphale was left reeling as the orgasm that had nearly reached him retreated. He turned with a whine, wondering why Crowley had stopped. Aziraphale realized two things almost simultaneously, the first was that Crowley had stopped because he was grabbing at his neck, his face contorted in pain. The second was that, in his haze of pleasure, Aziraphale had inadvertently grabbed the remote for the shock collar.
Aziraphale released it in an instant, sending the device flying across the room. He turned around only to find Crowley kneeling on the floor with tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Crowley said, between rapid, frightened breaths. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Aziraphale was still struggling to grasp what all had just happened. He had no idea why Crowley was apologizing to him. He tried to move closer to him but Crowley flinched away before looking back up at him in horror.
"I didn't mean to," Crowley continued his desperate pleas. "Don't report me, please. I'll do anything."
Very little of this made any sense at the moment, Aziraphale's mind was still lost in a cloud of hormones and sex. His more nurturing instincts, however, were charging to the fore at the sharp, metallic scent of stress in Crowley's scent. Crouching down a few feet away, Aziraphale slowly reached out to the shaking alpha.
"It's alright, Crowley," Aziraphale said in as soothing a voice as he knew how. "I'm sorry."
"I did something wrong," Crowley answered, almost trying to justify what Aziraphale had done.
"No. No, Crowley, you didn't do anything wrong. I didn't mean to activate the remote, honestly. It was a mistake."
Aziraphale touched Crowley's shoulder. The alpha flinched but didn't pull away.
"I didn't do anything wrong?"
The way his voice sounded so small in that moment nearly had Aziraphale in tears.
"No, Crowley. Quite the opposite. I've been having a wonderful time. You've done well," Aziraphale explained. "I was so wrapped up in how good everything felt that I hadn't realized I'd grabbed the remote."
"So, you won't give me a bad report?"
"Not based on what I've seen so far."
The alpha breathed a sigh of relief as the tension bled from his body.
Crowley grasped his now limp cock and tugged it frantically without result. "Sorry, 'm sorry. I'll just be a minute," he said, still sounding a little panicked. "I think there are some pills around here I can take, and then I can--"
"Shhh, Crowley, it's alright," Aziraphale said, reassuring him. "Don't worry about that right now."
"But I'm supposed to--"
"Just come to bed with me. Relax. Let me take care of you for a while."
Crowley looked at him as if he'd spoken in another language, but finally nodded.
"There now," Aziraphale said as he took Crowley's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Here, have some water." Crowley obediently took the offered bottle and drank. "Now lie down here."
The alpha obeyed again and Aziraphale adjusted the pillows and blankets around him until it was satisfying. It was odd, he'd never really had a nesting instinct before. He'd always found the idea a bit silly, actually, he wasn't a bird after all, but that was exactly what he was doing. He was tucking this alpha that he barely knew into a nest of his own making. Pushing aside all the strange, confusing feelings that that brought up, Aziraphale petted the alpha's lovely red hair.
"Comfortable?"
Crowley was looking at him with something close to awe. He nodded.
"Excellent."
Climbing into the bed beside him, Aziraphale nuzzled close against his chest and neck, breathing in the spicy, smoky scent, satisfied that the stress that was polluting it was fading. Tangling their legs together, Aziraphale tried to get as much skin-to-skin contact as he could. He could feel Crowley begin to relax and hear his breathing and heart rate returning to normal. He let his fingers slide against Crowley's arms, relishing the ability to just touch him. Crowley stirred then, trying to reciprocate the touch, but it was a clumsy movement as his pulse spiked again.
"No need for that," Aziraphale said, taking Crowley's hand and putting it on his waist, only mildly self-conscious about the love-handles there. "Just relax."
Once the alpha had calmed again, Aziraphale kissed his chest. "You know, I have a bit of a predilection for exploring things with my mouth, if you don't mind?"
Crowley's eyes widened subtly. "Whatever you like."
Aziraphale kissed his chest again, this time more open-mouthed and letting his tongue slip out tasting the salty musk of the alpha's skin. The twitch of Crowley's muscles under his touch lit a fire in his belly, fanning the craving for more. He followed his desires, kissing and licking a trail across his pectoral. For being so thin, Crowley was surprisingly muscular. He sucked on one of the rosy pink nipples making the alpha gasp softly. It was a lovely thing to hear.
Letting his tongue guide him, Aziraphale made his way across the taut abdomen graced with a smattering of little ginger hairs. Crowley seemed to be a little bit ticklish, because every lick left him twitching slightly. He was pleased to note that the alpha's cock was already beginning to thicken, the lost erection well on its way to returning. He avoided it though, tempting as it was, to continue his way downward, sucking at his balls and running his tongue over the space of skin behind them. It left Crowley squirming.
When Aziraphale could wait no longer, he slid his tongue up the underside of the alpha's cock, savoring the bead of precum at the tip as well as the remaining taste of his own slick. Crowley was fully hard now, and Aziraphale was feeling a little bit smug about it. It was also a good thing because while Aziraphale had been enjoying this immensely, his body was starting to object. Cramps started to claw at his belly and the aching emptiness was becoming more than he could bear.
"Alpha," Aziraphale whimpered against the skin of Crowley's hip.
It didn't take any more prompting than that and Crowley was in action. He guided Aziraphale to his back and entered him. With as sexy as all that had been, Aziraphale was dripping by now. Crowley didn't say much, just made soothing noises as he fucked him gently. His arms were pinned above his head in one of the alpha's hands. It left him feeling just vulnerable enough that he was nearly vibrating with need. When Crowley's hand wrapped around his cock again, it didn't take long to drag him to orgasm.
Crowley wasn't far behind, and his knot stretched Aziraphale open, it was a delicious sort of ache, just on the right side of pain. Crowley's head rested against his chest as they both caught their breath. He was propped on his elbows, keeping his weight off of Aziraphale. It was sweet and considerate of him, but Aziraphale also wondered if he might enjoy feeling the heaviness of Crowley against his chest.
"Was that alright?" Crowley asked when they could both speak again.
"That was lovely," Aziraphale said with a smile that he just couldn't help. "You're a good alpha, Crowley."
Crowley blinked at him, like he was unable to comprehend what he'd said.