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Aziraphale knocks gently on the door and then slips inside, pulling it shut behind him with a quiet click. Crowley is leaning against the vanity tugging a shoe off his foot. His chest glimmers with a thin sheen of sweat and his hair is sticking up in all directions. His cheeks are pink still from the heat of wearing his mask while he dances. Aziraphale can’t help but think that he looks very much like he does when they collapse together in post-orgasm bliss. There’s been a lot of that lately. A little thrill settles on his chest, makes his heart beat just a bit faster. Crowley looks up with a smile as Aziraphale walks in.
“Angel, there you are. Was beginning to get worried about you.” He sets his shoe down on the ground next to the first and rubs at the ball of his foot.
“So sorry, dear. Anathema snagged me to chat, and you know how that goes. It's like circling a black hole sometimes. No chance of escape.”
Crowley laughs and agrees as Aziraphale crosses the final few feet between them and leans in to give Crowley a kiss. He's been coming to Eden every Friday and Saturday for the past few weeks to watch Crowley. He sits quietly in a dark booth and admires Crowley's body. His strength and grace and above all else, his confidence. He knows that sometimes, in their relationship, that his confidence slips. That he needs reassurance and little reminders that he is worthy of Aziraphale’s affection. But on stage he needs no one to prop him up. He shines. Aziraphale is blown away week after week. It stirs arousal in his belly every time (the tiny shorts and fuck-me heels help too, of course).
Crowley is always revved up and ready to go after a performance too. All that adrenaline and energy from the crowd. He used to go for a late night run after shows to work it off. Now he has Aziraphale. Crowley tilts up to deepen the kiss and brings a hand to Aziraphale’s jaw, cupping his face gently. It is all the permission Aziraphale needs to inch closer, sliding in between Crowley’s splayed knees and pushing until he can back Crowley up onto the lip of the vanity. His fingers slide under a thigh and hike Crowley’s leg up around his hip, angling to get even closer. He wants to press together completely. To touch every inch of Crowley’s body. Feel all those little telltale signs of his arousal: racing heart and rapid breath and trembling fingers and clumsy mouth. They usually wait until they get home to do this. Giggling and groping the whole way, but at least making it out the door first. Aziraphale isn’t sure why, but he is certain he can’t wait tonight.
Crowley squeezes the lifted leg against Aziraphale and tucks his heel behind his knee to bring him even closer. Aziraphale’s fingers tighten around his muscled thigh in response, pressing five white dimples into his skin. As they press closer Crowley can feel Aziraphale’s erection against his shirtless belly. Can feel him twitch and throb against him already. Aziraphale pushes and pushes until Crowley is leaning back onto the vanity, propped up on an elbow, a wave of petite makeup pots and bottles of cream falling to the floor in his wake.
Crowley pulls away, breathless. “Wait. Wait. The lock is broken. We can't. Not here at least.” He looks pained to say it. His leg is still wrapped tightly around Aziraphale’s hip.
Aziraphale frowns. Glances over his shoulder at the offending broken lock. Glances back at Crowley. Rakes his eyes down his sweaty torso. Bites his lip and smirks.
Crowley narrows his eyes and grins. “What?”
Aziraphale grabs Crowley around the waist and pulls him up off the vanity and drags him toward the door.
“Aziraphale, wait,” Crowley laughs, “at least let me put on my shoes!”
Aziraphale ignores him. Continues forward with a hand circled tightly around his wrist, Crowley still giggling and stumbling after him bare footed. When they get to the door Aziraphale swings Crowley around and presses him against it, one warm palm spread wide across his heaving stomach.
“There. It's locked now.” He can feel Crowley’s breath hitch under his palm.
He leans in and takes Crowley’s mouth with his own, gently but deeply. Slowly. Takes his time to enjoy his soft lips and savor his taste. Crowley is still smiling, although now a little lopsided, when Aziraphale pulls away.
“Aziraphale...”
Aziraphale’s lip quirks, he runs his tongue across his teeth. “Turn around.” Crowley hesitates, bites at his lower lip. Then turns around.
Aziraphale speaks softly behind him. “Hands on the door.”
Crowley lifts two shaking hands up and places his palms on the door in front of his shoulders. Aziraphale can see him swallow thickly. He steps close but doesn’t yet touch him. Crowley can feel the heat radiating off his body. He can feel his breath on the nape of his neck. It sends a wave of goosebumps down his arms. Aziraphale kisses the juncture of his neck and shoulder and Crowley leans his head to the side to give him space, hoping for more, suddenly completely unconcerned about the broken lock.
Aziraphale tilts his head and his words are soft next to Crowley’s earlobe. “Good boy.”
When Crowley speaks Aziraphale really only hears the consonants squeak out “fff..cck...” If he hadn’t been facing the door Aziraphale would have seen him go from half-mast to full salute in about half a second.
“Keep them there.”
Crowley nods. He feels fingers trace down the outside of his ribs then around and over his abs which twitch in anticipation. They move down, down, down slowly until Aziraphale can palm at him through his shorts. Tiny little dark spandex things that glitter. They are coarse under Aziraphale’s fingers as he grips Crowley through the fabric, drawing a groan from him. Aziraphale moves his mouth to the other side of Crowley’s head and kisses his shoulderblade.
“Shhh. Quiet now. There are people just on the other side. Wouldn't want to draw any attention, would we?” He squeezes him through the fabric again. Crowley's hips twitch and he curses quietly under his breath.
Aziraphale pulls away and Crowley sneaks a glance over his shoulder in time to see Aziraphale drop to his knees behind him. Aziraphale gets his fingertips under the waistband of his shorts and peels them slowly over his hips just an inch before leaning forward and biting the top of one cheek. Crowley yelps in surprise and Aziraphale gives him a sharp smack to his outer thigh.
“I said hush.”
Crowley whimpers quietly. He feels Aziraphale’s breath on his skin and then his tongue dip into the top of his crack, tickling that little v-shaped cleft. Crowley sucks in a breath and arches his back toward the heat of Aziraphale’s mouth, trying desperately to keep quiet. Although he can’t help but hope maybe Aziraphale will draw another groan out of him. Earn him another slap. Aziraphale tugs the shorts further down until they sit just at the crease between Crowley’s butt and thighs, his cock still trapped under the fabric on the other side. He nips at him again on one side then trails across cheeks, his nose tickling the sensitive skin along the way to nip at the other side. Crowley twitches with each teasing bite but manages to keep his lips shut. Aziraphale slides a hand between his thighs and strokes him through the shimmering spandex then drags his tongue all the way up his crack, dipping it slightly into where his cheeks are pressed together. Enough for the sensation, but not touching the place Crowley desperately wants him.
Crowley’s head falls forward and thunks gently against the door. “Oh god…” He arches his back deeper, spreading himself open slightly. Presenting himself to Aziraphale who just smiles behind him.
He reaches a hand up and strokes the curve of his lower back. “Gorgeous thing. Behaving so well. Keep being good for me, just like this.” Crowley has to bury his face against his own shoulder to stifle the sounds escaping through his lips. He is aching where he is still trapped under the spandex.
Aziraphale takes mercy and pulls the shorts over his hips and slowly slowly slowly down his legs, sure to let his knuckles tickle the backs of Crowley’s legs the whole way down. When they land on the tops of Crowley’s feet he waits for instruction instead of stepping out of them immediately, craving more of Aziraphale’s praise. “Oh, look at you. So obedient.” Aziraphale has been saving up little phrases and tucking them away. Thinking up the ways that he might be able to make Crowley’s legs shake. And shake they do as Aziraphale gently lifts each foot out of the shorts in turn then sets them back down several inches to the side of where they were originally planted so that his legs are spread wide in front of him.
He runs his hands back up the backs of his legs until he can grip Crowley’s cheeks and spread him open, thumbs dipping so low they nearly brush against his fluttering hole. He can see Crowley sink his teeth into his own bicep and Aziraphale wonders if he doesn’t have a bit of his own praise kink the way his cock twitches at the sight. He dives in with his tongue, forgoing his usual lingering teasing strokes. His laps and sucks at him then dips his tongue deep and revels in the muffled high pitched whimpers coming from above him. He licks into him until he is drooling down his own chin before he pulls back to breathe. Crowley’s body sags slightly but he keeps his hands and feet in place. Aziraphale kisses the space above the stretch of skin between his thumb and index finger as he catches his breath.
He murmurs against Crowley’s flushed skin. “I want to fuck you now. Would you like that?”
Crowley gazes over his shoulder with heavy lids. “Yes, god yes.” Aziraphale dips a hand into his pocket and pulls out a little packet of lube and Crowley giggles sleepily above him.
“What? I like to be prepared.” He rips open the lube with his teeth and coats his fingers then wastes no time plunging two into Crowley who barks out a yelp of pleasure. Aziraphale swats him again and Crowley groans against the door.
He whispers against the wood. “You know, ah… hah… that doesn’t make me want to be quiet…” He presses his hips back against Aziraphale as he pumps his fingers in and out of him.
“Mmm but good boys know how to be quiet, don’t they.”
“Fuck.” Crowley didn’t know someone could ruin him with words, but Aziraphale is doing a phenomenal job at it.
“Don’t they?”
“Y-yes.”
Aziraphale adds a third finger and Crowley bites the inside of his mouth. “And you want to be a good boy, yes?” Crowley nods. “I want to hear you say it.”
Aziraphale can’t see it but Crowley’s throat and chest flush. “I… I want to be a good boy. For you. M’ready, please...”
Aziraphale looks up at Crowley skeptically. “Are you sure? Don’t you want another?”
“I’m ready. Promise.” Aziraphale unbuckles his belt with one hand and pulls himself out of his trousers while continuing to stretch Crowley as well as he can. He reaches into his pocket and brings a condom to his mouth to rip the foil with his teeth. He has to pull his fingers out of Crowley to roll it on and squeeze the rest of the lube onto himself, shuddering at the squeeze of his own fingers. He stands and presses his cock against Crowley and just that initial contact has Crowley mewling against his own shoulder again. As he slides in he wraps a hand around Crowley’s mouth muffling his increasingly desperate moans. Crowley lifts a hand off the wall. He moves to hit the door, stops an inch short and curls his fingers into a fist and presses it against the wood instead.
Aziraphale stops his slow thrust into the tight heat of Crowley’s body. “You ok? Am I hurting you?” Crowley shakes his head vigorously from side to side and presses his hips back against Aziraphale, taking him the rest of the way in one quick motion. The fingers of Aziraphale’s right hand dig into Crowley’s hip, his other is still clasped tightly around his mouth. “Oh god.” Crowley sets his hips in motion, pulling off of Aziraphale’s cock and rocking back down onto him. “Yeah, just like that. You’re so good. Incredible.” Crowley moves faster, his breath coming out in short hot bursts over Aziraphale’s knuckles.
Aziraphale meets Crowley the next time he rocks his hips back, thrusting up into him. The knuckles of Crowley’s fist turn white where it is still pressed against the door. He moves his hips faster. Aziraphale matches his pace, thrusting harder. He is having a hard time stifling his own moans and sinks his teeth into the top of Crowley’s shoulder as he fucks into him roughly. As his teeth sink deep, Crowley’s fisted hand flies to clamp on top of Aziraphale’s own hand where it still rests over his mouth. Even through both palms he can hear Crowley’s deep rumbling groan. Aziraphale feels him tremble and clench tightly around him and he realizes Crowley is coming untouched. Leaving thick hot streaks on the door in front of him.
“Fuck, oh fuck…” Aziraphale fucks him through his orgasm until Crowley slumps beneath him, forehead resting against the door again. He slows his hips to a stop. Crowley’s knees are shaking as he pulls forward off of Aziraphale. He turns around and sinks down in front of Aziraphale then peels the condom off and slips his mouth around him. Aziraphale braces himself against the door, his own hands filling the warm patches where Crowley had laid his. It only takes a minute of Crowley working that sinful mouth around his prick before he is teetering on the edge. Crowley gazes up at him with pupils like two black quarters and it is all it takes to send him over. Aziraphale comes with a grunt and slips out of Crowley’s mouth as he sinks to his own knees in front of him. He leans in and kisses Crowley deeply, chasing the taste of himself on Crowley’s tongue.
When they pull apart again they are both flushed and disheveled and giggly and drowsy. After they catch their breath Crowley pushes himself up onto his feet and helps Aziraphale up before taking him gently in hand and tucking him back into his trousers. The attention to his oversensitive member makes Aziraphale flinch and giggle. Crowley crosses the room and steps into a pair of jeans as Aziraphale wobbles to the vanity to start picking up the items they had knocked to the ground earlier.
“Angel. That was… Jesus. That was really good.”
Aziraphale looks up with a grin. “You’re really good.”
Crowley’s chest flushes again at the praise. “Shut up.” He pauses for a minute, focuses on wiggling into the skin tight jeans. “That’s… That’s never happened before. I’ve never come just from…” He trails off.
Aziraphale grins. Takes it as a compliment.
Just then the door bursts open. “Crowley, darling, have you gotten a chance to look at that vendor info I emailed you this morning?” A brunette blur enters the room.
Aziraphale startles so badly he knocks even more items to the ground, sending them bouncing and skittering around Crowley’s dressing room. Crowley yanks his fly up, tries to suppress a full body shudder as his sensitive cock presses against the rough fabric. “Jesus Christ Anathema! Knock next time!”
Anathema snorts and waves him off, “Please, nothing I haven’t seen before.” Aziraphale’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as the door swings shut behind her. They haven’t exactly had time to clean up yet and the evidence of their activities is on full display should Anathema turn around. Even the condom is still sitting on the ground where Crowley had dropped it. “Great set tonight, by the way. Very spooky. Sexy spooky. Very classic Ashtoreth.” Aziraphale catches Crowley’s eye and glances conspicuously at the door. Crowley scrunches his brow in question and Aziraphale nods subtly toward the door, jaw clenched. Crowley finally trails his eyes over Anathema’s shoulder and nearly chokes. Coughs to cover it up. Anathema gives him a funny look but continues into the room.
Crowley tries to look composed. Like he hasn’t just had a cock in multiple orifices in the same place where she was just standing. He clears his throat. “Vendor info?”
“Yeah. Quote for the new linen service.” Aziraphale slips behind Anathema with the intention to snatch up the condom but just then Anathema glances over her shoulder. He resorts to just stepping on the condom to cover it up. He smiles at Anathema and thanks someone that he came down Crowley’s throat and not into the condom. Then he flushes at the thought. Then curses himself internally. Anathema smiles at him then turns back to Crowley.
“Ah, yeah. Yes. Looks good.” He grabs a silky soft white tee and pulls it over his head and even with everything going on Aziraphale is sad to see him covered up. “Anything else? I’m beat, we were just on our way out.”
Anathema gives him a once over. “Everything ok? You look awfully flushed.”
“I’m a redhead, Anathema. This is my natural state.”
She nods over her shoulder, “Yeah, but not his.” Crowley’s mouth drops and Anathema snorts out a laugh. She spins around to leave and Aziraphale snatches the doorknob quickly and yanks the door open. As she floats toward the door Aziraphale breathes a sigh of relief. She pauses in the threshold and speaks over her shoulder. “I got the lock fixed last week, by the way.” She glances at Aziraphale’s foot and winks then she’s gone.