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It’s new, this whole sex thing. The tension has been brewing for a very long time, but the release of that tension is very much sudden. Tentative. And intimidating. Neither angel nor demon had ever… engaged. Now they were engaging quite often.
In fact, they were engaging right now.
“Mmmh,” Aziraphale hums, the vibrations ripping up Crowley’s hard cock and into his core. He curls his fingers deeper into white hair.
“Fuck, angel,” Crowley pants. “You’re ssso good.”
Aziraphale hums again as he bobs his head at a more frantic pace, his strong fingers covering what his mouth can’t reach and occasionally fonding Crowley’s balls. The pressure builds and Crowley’s moans rise in volume while Aziraphale doubles down on the suction. The angel looks positively debauched in between Crowley’s thighs—red lips stretched tight around his length, hair messy from Crowley’s long fingers, saliva and precome spilling out of his mouth, wetting the coarse hair at Crowley’s groin.
Crowley stares down in awe at Aziraphale’s face in rapture. His expression looks like he’s receiving the same level of pleasure that he’s giving. Given that he’s started earnestly humping the bed, that’s not implausible. The gorgeous view and the feel of Aziraphale’s lovely mouth is sending Crowley barrelling towards the edge.
“Angel, I’m gonna—” Crowley warns as he feels his cock jerk and the heat pooling in his belly start to intensify. He’s about to come. He’s literally started coming, his abdomen coiling in tension, he can feel it—
Then Aziraphale pulls off.
With Crowley’s incredulous Wh—?, the angel grips the base of his cock and effectively halts the demon’s orgasm.
It is silent except for Crowley’s panting. Then he groans, throwing a forearm over his eyes in frustration (and a bit of melodrama). “What the fuck was that?”
“I believe it’s called ‘fellatio’,” Aziraphale answers, wiping his dripping mouth with the back of his hand and sitting back on his heels.
“No, no, I know what it’s called,” Crowley hisses through gritted teeth. “But normally fellatio has a spectacular ending.”
“Was that not spectacular enough for you?”
“What? Not—” Crowley exclaims, seething. “It was really good, your mouth is—anyway, why no coming?” He pouts.
“I didn’t want it to be over yet.”
“Didn’t want it to…” Crowley mutters. “Jesus, okay, angel, what do you want, then?”
Aziraphale palms his cock through his baby blue boxers.
Crowley smirks and raises a knowing eyebrow. “Your turn? Want me to sssuck you?”
Aziraphale shakes his head. “I actually had something else in mind.”
Crowley’s heart rate, which had only just recently settled, spikes again. “Oh?” he says, voice barely steady.
“I was thinking we could change it up. A bit.”
Crowley splutters, his corporation still in the process of coming down from his denied orgasm. “Really? Right now? Don’t fix a thing if it ain’t broke.”
“Grammar, please, dearest, you’re going to make me lose my erection,” Aziraphale scolds.
Crowley rolls his eyes. “Okay, give it to me. What do you want to try?”
Aziraphale’s cheeks go red. “Well, you know the other, um…” He gestures at a bewildered Crowley’s crotch. “It’s only, I thought we could give it a try. A- a taste, if you will.”
Crowley blinks. His sluggish, horny brain tries to process the words that just came out of the angel’s mouth. “You want me to… change?”
“Oh, would you?” Aziraphale breathes, face starting to brighten with that ridiculous sunshine smile of his.
“I suppose so.” Crowley clears his throat. “What would you like?”
“Pardon? I don’t think there are many options, Crowley.”
“I just mean, have you got any… preferences? For the vulva, I mean.”
“Oh!” Aziraphale says, cheeks going even redder. “I’ve never—well, that is to say, I’m not sure? I don’t think I have any preferences. Just, you know, I’d like to experiment.” He waggles his fingers a bit on the word experiment, and Crowley has to resist another eyeroll.
“Erm, okay, can you look away?” Crowley asks, suddenly feeling quite self-conscious.
“Of course, dear,” Aziraphale complies and turns his back to Crowley.
Crowley tries to focus on changing his Effort but he can see Aziraphale’s arm moving slightly, which is quite distracting. He gapes at Aziraphale’s back for a moment, watches the flex of muscles as he jerks himself, before remembering his own responsibility. He squeezes his eyes shut and commits himself to manifesting his usual vulva. He’s not worn it very often, especially recently, but it’s a nice little thing—pretty, neat, tight, with relatively small folds. Minimalist, just as Crowley likes.
He is very interested to find that he is already soaking wet and sensitive, like he’s already had an orgasm. He supposes that the arousal from his cock carried over to his current physical form.
“Right, you can, uh, turn around now,” Crowley says.
Aziraphale faces him again, and he has stopped stroking himself but Crowley can see that his cock is hard and big in his pants and his breathing has picked up. His hand returns to his cock in a way that looks almost involuntary as Aziraphale drags his eyes up and down the demon’s lithe form before stopping at his crotch. Crowley watches as he strokes himself slowly and licks his lips. He can feel a flush colouring his chest at the angel’s scrutiny.
“Goodness,” Aziraphale whispers, mouth falling open as he examines Crowley’s pussy.
“Do you,” Crowley says with a slight cough, “like it?”
“Yes, darling, you’re so very beautiful.”
Crowley blushes harder and averts his eyes, making a little groaning sound comprised solely of consonants. “Thanks,” he grumbles. “D’y’wanna put it in?”
“Put what in?” Aziraphale looks genuinely lost.
Crowley scowls. “What do think, angel? Your cock. Do you want to put it in.”
“Oh!” Aziraphale says. “Not today, actually, I rather thought I would like to try cunnilingus.”
Crowley chokes on his saliva and coughs for a moment. “You what?”
“Only if you want to, of course.”
“Uh, y-yeah, angel, g-go ahead. Just don’t call it that.”
Aziraphale protests, “But that’s what it—”
“Just eat me out, angel,” Crowley sighs.
“Right,” the angel says, furrowing his eyebrows before getting to work.
His tongue tentatively parts Crowley’s slick folds and his hands slide up the demon’s thighs, resting on his buttocks and pulling his groin closer to his face. He licks slowly from Crowley’s opening all the way up to his clit, which he only touches for a second.
Crowley throat tightens at the sensation. Aziraphale looks at him before returning his tongue to his clit, which is already swollen from arousal. He circles his tongue for a bit before giving to nub a light suck, which makes Crowley’s hips unintentionally buck off the bed. Aziraphale raises an eyebrow up at him. Crowley apologises weakly as Aziraphale curls his strong hands around his hips, effectively holding him down as reattaches his mouth his clit.
In a surprise to absolutely no one, the angel picks it up quite easily. He’s a natural, and Crowley is so sensitive that every movement of his tongue feels like an attack.
Aziraphale detaches his mouth for a moment, lifting his head and nearly causing Crowley’s discorporation as he licks his laps and smacks them. “It tastes quite different,” the angel says, matter-of-fact and oblivious to the fact that Crowley feels like he’s been repeatedly run over by a freight train.
“Do you… enjoy it?” Crowley says, voice strained and high pitched.
“Very much so,” Aziraphale affirms. “You’ll have to try it at some point. It’s quite nice.”
“Ngh,” is all Crowley can eke out of his gaping mouth.
Aziraphale doesn’t give him any warning as he sinks back down to the bed and buries his face in his cunt. Crowley releases a choked-off moan as the angel works his clever mouth, splitting his labia and honing in on his clit. He works his tongue around it in wide, slow circles before tightening the spiral and battering the tip of the sensitive spot.
It feels like a lightning strike, like bolts of electricity jolting around in Crowley’s corporation and bouncing off the walls. He can barely catch his breath between every varying decision of Aziraphale’s mouth. Crowley gasps when the angel licks down his entire vulva, gathering the slickness there on his tongue. He moans when that tongue swipes side to side over his clit, and he positively whimpers when Aziraphale sucks slightly. Aziraphale is clearly cataloguing these different reactions, loading them into his arsenal and memorising the details of this new way of bringing Crowley pleasure. His intelligent, diligent angel.
It’s times like these where Crowley finds himself asking, yet again, why they haven’t been doing this for centuries. And where Crowley has to tamp down his feelings of insecurity and disbelief that the angel actually wants this, that Crowley hasn’t forced him into this new development in their ancient relationship.
Based on Aziraphale’s contented hums and eager licking, Crowley has no reason to worry.
Then he suddenly has to worry again, about the risk of inconvenient discorporation as Aziraphale points his tongue and enters him.
Crowley cries out and Aziraphale thrusts with his firm tongue a few more times before lifting up.
“Interesting,” Aziraphale mutters, almost as if talking to himself. “It seems you enjoy penetration in this body, as well.”
“I—you can p-penetrate me anytime you want, angel,” Crowley says through gasping breaths.
“What if I used my fingers?”
“What? No, please, I like your mouth,” Crowley protests, and he makes a mental note to find time to be ashamed about his desperation later, not right now.
“My dear, don’t worry,” Aziraphale says in a soothing tone, petting Crowley’s thigh. “You can have my mouth, as well.”
“Oh. Then, uh, yeah. Go for it.”
Aziraphale smiles before getting back to work. He mouths at Crowley’s clit again, but it’s less focused. Instead, the main sensation is that of one thick finger circling around his entrance and gathering the slickness there, the evidence of Crowley’s spiked arousal. He eases that finger in so slowly, carefully, and Crowley already feels so full. His vagina has not really seen much action in the past, and he feels himself bearing down on Aziraphale’s finger, increasing the tightness even more.
“Relax, darling,” Aziraphale murmurs, his warm breath ghosting over Crowley’s soaked labia.
Crowley forces himself to relax, and he finds it getting easier to do so when the pain melts into pleasure as Aziraphale moves his finger slowly inside him, stroking his inner walls. He’s just panting over Crowley’s clit at the moment, focusing solely on fingering him, but the stimulation is enough for now. Aziraphale raises his eyes to Crowley, eyebrows up in a silent question, and at Crowley’s permission he eases another finger in, thrusting slow and deep.
The demon moans even louder as his angel begins to properly finger him, alternating between slow, long thrusting and targeted curling inside.
“Ah!” Crowley shouts when Aziraphale’s fingers hit the most sensitive spot, and the muscles in his thighs tighten when he reattaches his mouth to his clit. He chokes on a groan and he can feel Aziraphale smirking against him, the bastard.
Crowley grips the sheets of the bed with one hand and sinks the other into white, soft hair as Aziraphale licks in earnest while fucking him with three thick fingers. He grabs one of Crowley’s legs and rests it over his shoulder, the angle changing just enough to allow Aziraphale’s fingertips to consistently punch his g-spot.
“Fuck, fuck, angel, oh,” he gasps, “it’s ssso fucking good.”
Aziraphale nudges his pointed tongue against the side of Crowley’s swollen clit, digging his fingers deeper and moving them within his core, and Crowley can feel himself tightening involuntarily around the intrusion.
As the angel tongues him harder, directly battering his oversensitive clit, something builds in Crowley’s stomach. He recognises the feeling of an impending orgasm, but it’s different than usual. Rather than tight, sucking pressure around his cock or relentless pounding of his prostate, these sensations are gentler yet somehow more acute at the same time. Aziraphale increases the speed of his thrusting hand but keeps the rhythm steady on his clit, playing Crowley’s pussy like a fucking instrument, Jesus fuck.
“Aziraphale, angel, yes, I think—don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, oh Hell, shit—”
The angel works him closer to the edge—or at least what feels like the edge—and Crowley’s legs begin to quiver uncontrollably. Aziraphale doesn’t change what he’s doing, he keeps up the intensity and rhythm, the movements of his tongue and fingers filling Crowley with molten heat. He’s such a good angel, always knows what Crowley wants, always gives him what he needs, oh God, this new thing is glorious, they’ll have to do this more often, he’ll have to buy Aziraphale a really expensive dinner later, fuck—
“Yes, yes, ah, angel!” Crowley shouts as the pressure in his abdomen coils impossibly tighter before releasing in a fiery burst of pure pleasure. He sobs as his chest heaves and his toes curl and his cunt clenches rhythmically around Aziraphale’s pistoning fingers. The angel works him through an incredible powerful orgasm with perfect, precise attention on his clit and g-spot, and it feels like it goes on forever. It’s better than anything he’s had before, and it’s Aziraphale doing it—Aziraphale’s clever hands and mouth, Aziraphale’s soft curls tickling his inner thighs, Aziraphale’s strong hand on Crowley’s hip as his back arches off the bed like a bow.
At long last, the waves subside and Crowley settles back down to earth, his skin feeling scorched and his pussy pulsing and alive. Aziraphale presses kisses to his thighs, and when his hair tickles his sensitive skin, Crowley’s cunt can’t help but spasm again. Aziraphale sighs contentedly as he finally sits up, and Crowley feels like he could come again just from looking at the unadulterated satisfaction on his angel’s face and the shameless way he sticks his fingers in his own mouth, tasting Crowley’s arousal and moaning.
Crowley’s brain is the last part of his corporation that kicks back into gear and he smiles at the arousal on the angel’s face.
“Was that good?” Aziraphale asks shyly.
“Good? So much better than good, it was fucking incredible, angel, how’d you learn how to do that?”
“I—I’m not sure,” Aziraphale admits, averting his eyes. “I just… followed my instinct and paid attention to what you seemed to enjoy, I suppose. I know you, Crowley. And I think…” He trails off, blushing profusely. “I think my body knows what yours wants.”
Crowley chest feels tight at that, so the only response he can muster is pulling Aziraphale down onto his chest and kissing him fiercely.
It takes about a minute of kissing before Crowley realises the angel is still wearing his briefs.
“‘Ziraphale, ‘m sorry,” he mumbles against the angel’s mouth before breaking away. “Can I make you come? Please? You deserve a good fucking orgasm after that.”
Aziraphale looks away. “Well, I, um, hah—” He clears his throat. “I already had an orgasm, dear.”
“Wha—when?”
Aziraphale looks at Crowley as if the question is absurd. “You felt very good, dear.”
Crowley is confused until suddenly understanding dawns. “You—,” he begins before shaking his head in nothing short of awe. He hadn’t seen Aziraphale resume his humping, and his hands were too preoccupied to get himself off. So that means… Aziraphale came untouched from eating Crowley out. Fucking Hell.
The demon is at a loss for words so he resumes the kissing, tasting the remnants of himself on the angel’s tongue. They kiss languidly and cuddle together as both of their corporations return to something at least close to homeostasis.
Minutes later, Crowley stretches and yawns. He sits up, jostling Aziraphale’s head on his chest in the process. “Up and at ‘em, angel.”
“Wha…?” Aziraphale says, sounding sluggish and the least eloquent that Crowley has ever heard him.
“Time for dinner. I believe a table at the Ritz has just opened us. We can get champagne and those little finger sandwiches and whatever you want. My treat. What do you say, angel?”
Aziraphale’s face lights up in a grin as he abruptly sits up. “I say that that sounds absolutely perfect.” He stretches his arms and stares at Crowley. “Though I fear that none of my favourite foods can fairly compare to the way you tasted this evening, my dear.”
“Ngk.”