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The Ritz always brought out the hedonistic side of Aziraphale, to Crowley's demonic delight. It always made filling his quota for sin and temptation easy; extra kudos if it was an angel.
Since the thwarting of Armageddon though, he had no need for quotas anymore. He still got a thrill from watching Aziraphale bask in it. From collecting first editions to indulging in the most expensive meals, he was an expert at the most basic sins without Crowley's demonic hand to guide him.
But Crowley was a bit of an enabler when it came to his angel, and his favorite sin to lend a hand with was lust.
On this particular evening, many hands were involved.
It started with the usual banter. Aziraphale would try to gently coax Crowley into trying something new. Now, that was a tad difficult for a 6000 year old being, and every night they'd gone to the Ritz he used the same excuse not to order anything but wine. It never deterred Aziraphale from trying, though.
Then came Crowley's favorite part. Aziraphale was always one for a good show, and Crowley had a sneaking suspicion that he enjoyed being a spectacle. Every bite of food would be accompanied by the most salacious moans that would make even the most uptight human's underthings wet.
He'd throw his head back, roll his eyes and bring his hand up from his lap to his throat as if he'd just had the most intense orgasm of his life. Once he swallowed and came back down to Earth, he'd flash Crowley the most innocent grin and daintily dab at his lips as if he didn't just fuel the prographic thoughts of everyone within a 10 foot radius for the next week.
Crowley usually miracled his Effort away before dinner with Aziraphale. He considered switching to a cunt instead of a cock, but then he'd have to deal with the constant damp and sharp scent of arousal whenever they dined. Or went to the theater. Or went anywhere, really.
Tonight was the exception. He'd been so caught up with his appearance before their dinner date that he quite forgot about the flaccid cock between his legs. He knew if he tried to miracle it away that Aziraphale would immediately know. Crowley may be clever, but not enough to tell your centuries old situationship that he miracled his cock away to avoid an embarrassing situation like cuming in his pants at the dinner table. So now, Crowley sat languidly in the chair opposite of Aziraphale, all loose limbed except for the painful erection pushing against his zip.
Once dessert finally arrived, Crowley was hot all over. His leg was shaking under the table and causing the water in the crystal goblets at their place settings to wobble and splash. He wiped at the sheen layer of sweat across his brow and swallowed harshly. Aziraphale hardly noticed as he brought a silken morsel of velvety green tea mousse to his lips and closed his eyes. Once the spoon was slowly pulled away and licked clean, Aziraphale let out the most lewd moan yet. Crowley watched as many patrons shifted in their seats, adjusting their trousers and skirts.
They weren't uncomfortable from the noise though. Crowley could recognize that smell anywhere. The musty smell of sex. There were humans in the room who were getting off to Aziraphale's enjoyment, and Crowley was hellbent on making sure that they knew who Aziraphale belonged to.
Without a second thought, Crowley brought his arm down upon the table and swept everything away with one swift motion. Aziraphale raised his hands and let out a startled gasp as porcelain and crystal shattered across the floor. The restaurant fell silent for a moment, then filled with harsh whispers and the scraping of chair legs as some decided that it wasn't worth sticking around.
Before Aziraphale could retort and scold Crowley over his audacity, he found himself being boxed in by said demon. Crowley's glasses had flung off his face in the rush to clear the table, and his eyes were fully yellow and frantic. The lenses snapped in two and crunched under Crowley's snakeskin boot.
"You mussssssst know what you're doing angel," Crowley hissed, his tongue whisper close to the shell of Aziraphale's ear. "Can't you ssssssssmell it?"
Aziraphale responded with a quick scan of the room, his eyes wide and glassy. His chest began to heave in short bursts as Crowley placed his hands under Aziraphale's thighs and lifted him on top of the cleared table like he weighed next to nothing. Aziraphale let out a squeak as Crowley kicked the chair away that he was sitting in and leapt up effortlessly onto the table to straddle the angel's thighs. A couple from a few tables away watched with intense fascination. A lone woman at another table was trying to hide her rosy blush and dilated pupils behind her menu.
"Oh, but you enjoy it, don't you?" Crowley's hands untucked Aziraphale's shirt and he ran his cool hands over the angel's warm stomach, feeling the soft downy hair that trailed from his waistband. "You like it when they watch." Crowley caught a fresh scent of lust to his right, and could see their young waiter standing behind their podium near the entrance, busying himself with the ledger. His focus kept shifting to their table.
"I don't know what you mean." Aziraphale managed to choke out between pants. Crowley lowered himself further onto Aziraphale and brought a hand to his zip.
"Every sound you make. Every movement. It's creating a cloud of lusssssst so thick that I can barely think sssssstraight. Imagine how the humansssss feel."
"Oh. Oh my."
Crowley rolled his hips and felt the unmistakable outline of Aziraphale's hard cock against his own. They both shuddered out a moan at the contact. A fresh burst of lust hit Crowley's senses like a runaway train.
"C-crowley."
"Sssshould we give them a show, angel?" Crowley's deft fingers made quick work of Aziraphale's zip, their bodies shielding the movement from onlookers. "Let them hear how you really sound when you're truly enjoying yourself."
"But that's indecent."
Crowley barked out a laugh at that. "What's indecent is the way you enjoy your meals. Makes me wonder how you'd sound with a cock in your mouth instead of a spoon."
Aziraphale sat up on his elbows. His curls were mussed and sticking out in every direction. With a snap of his fingers, Crowley miracled his pants away, leaving him naked from the waist down for the entirety of the Ritz to see. A chorus of surprised gasps and dropped utensils against plates and bowls filled the room. Aziraphale pulled his own zip closed and glared at Crowley hotly.
"Crowley! This is wildly inappropriate!" He sounded mad, but Crowley could hear the heat of a challenge behind it. The indignant glower was all for show, Crowley knew that… but he needed to be sure.
"It's fine, angel. None of them are going to remember once they leave." Crowley growled as he raised himself off of Aziraphale's flexed thighs and took himself in hand. "Open up. I wanna hear you. I'm sure they do too."
He couldn't help but shoot a salacious wink at the couple who were clearly pleasuring each other under the tablecloth a few feet away. Shoulders were heaving and an arm was at just the right angle that he knew she was being fingered vigorously and already close to climax.
While his audience was busy, Crowley bent at the waist and brushed a ghost of a kiss at Aziraphale's temple. "Tell me if I go too far, angel," He whispered just loud enough for Aziraphale to hear. Considering the tone of the evening, it made his angel smile. "Three finger taps in succession and I'll stop, ok? I promise."
Aziraphale answered with a twinkle in his eye and a nod so subtle only Crowley caught it. Slender fingers weaved their path through his angelic curls and with a punched out groan, he buried his cock straight to the hilt into Aziraphale’s mouth.
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Aziraphale was drunk on sensation. There was the slick drag of Crowley's cock against his tongue and bumping the back of his throat, testing his human gag reflex and stretching his lips. The numerous eyes that were on him felt like tiny brands on his skin. Long fingers wrapped around his curls and tugged that made him feel utterly debauched and used in the best way.
Crowley constantly indulged him in the finer things of human life, including the sexual side as well. They'd never really had the chance to fully experiment, but the thrill of others watching Crowley fuck into his mouth and use his hair as leverage woke something in Aziraphale he should’ve known in hindsight was there all along. That hedonistic side of him that craved the finer things; of course it would find pleasure in being watched. All those eyes on him made him feel safe in some twisted way.
Aziraphale hummed around Crowley's length as he picked up the pace. His fingers came up to grasp Crowley's arse cheeks mid thrust and he separated them for all to see, and oh, he caught that musky thick scent that Crowley was going on about. A miraculously lubed index finger found the pucker of Crowley's hole and gently eased its way in to the first knuckle.
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"F-fuck!" Crowley gasped, his hips losing their rhythm for a split second. The grip on his curls tightened and Crowley yanked him even closer, his balls slapping lewdly against Aziraphale's spit and cum covered chin.
Moans and gasps echoed all around them. At the corner of Crowley's eye he saw the couple from earlier, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she cried out her release. His hand came out from under the cloth, fingers pruned and dripping with her juices. Crowley snarled and caught the gaze of the waiter, who was staring intently with his fist pumping furiously under his apron.
"Isn't my angel beautiful with his mouth full?" Crowley spoke with so much love and reverence as he loosened his grip and brushed his knuckles against a wet cheek. "He's such a tart. But make no mistake. He's mine." He let out a low growl as he scanned the room and made eye contact with the humans, their focus on Aziraphale and Crowley while they pleasured each other a few feet away. Aziraphale's chest rumbled and he huffed a sigh out of his nose as Crowley's cock throbbed.
"G-gonna cum." Crowley breathed out, trying hard to focus on Aziraphale's face. "T-tell me what you want, angel."
His cock sprung out of Aziraphale's mouth. As Aziraphale caught his breath and wiped his eyes and chin, Crowley pumped and nudged Aziraphale's cheek with the head of it.
Aziraphale did what he would do with any morsel he was offered. He closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and stuck out his tongue.
Crowley could feel the hot coil of orgasm quickly unraveling. The tight push of a second thick digit entering his hole and scissoring made him stumble over the edge. Hot streaks of cum shot out over Aziraphale's tongue and lips as Crowley screamed his name, his body convulsing with pleasure. Multiple other voices rang out in release around them in tandem.
As Crowley came down from his high, he watched as Aziraphale swiped the same finger that was probing his entrance through the spend on his cheek. The spend coated digit disappeared in between his red swollen lips and Crowley was rewarded with a cheeky grin when it came out clean.
Crowley took Aziraphale's heated face in his hands and placed a messy, open mouth kiss on Aziraphale's mouth, tasting himself on the angel's tongue. They stayed that way until the telltale sounds of chairs scraping across the floor broke them apart. The spell was broken, their clothes were put back to rights and tea was served.