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“Sounds good to me, Angel,” Crowley growled playfully, a smirk stretching across his lips. “Lemme down from here and let me ride you until we both cry.”
“Good Lord, yes!” Aziraphale gasped out, well-manicured fingers already eagerly untying Crowley from the restraints.
As soon as Crowley was untied, there was a definite snap of fingers and a tingle of demonic power. Before Aziraphale knew what was happening, he found himself on the bed, completely naked and on his back, a wily demon straddling his curvy body.
“Mmm, I’m not the only one who is gorgeous, now am I?” Crowley said in silky tones as he leaned forward, laying his chiselled chest over the angel’s round belly.
Aziraphale whimpered and Crowley groaned as his long, weeping cock pressed against the angel’s soft flesh, pushing into the divot of his belly button while he brought his lips down to pretty pink nipples.
Clever hands were fast to snatch Aziraphale wrists, holding them both above his blonde crown, trapped there against the soft pillows. Crowley grinned at the sight, relishing how utterly cute Aziraphale looked when he was so helpless and needy. With a lusty twinkle in his golden eyes, he watched the angel’s face as he let his serpentine tongue slither out. When the forked tip flicked across the hardened nipple, the angel whined and bucked his hips up, enough to rub the head of his cock against Crowley’s reddened ass. Crowley closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure, pushing his rump back against the fat effort while he opened his mouth and sucked the nipple in, giving it a nice hard bite for good measure.
“Crowley… dear… ah!” Aziraphale gasped, whimpering as Crowley gave the same treatment to his other nipple.
With a mouth full of angelic nipple, Crowley rolled his skinny hips, grinding his arse back until Aziraphale’s cock was lodged between the cheeks, the tip pushing keenly against his puckered hole. Crowley moaned at the feeling, vibrations pouring from his mouth and over the angel’s sensitive flesh.
“Crowley… please…” Aziraphale begged, tears beginning to form in his sparkling blue eyes. “I need to be in you… I need to be in you now!”
“Shhh, Angel, shh,” Crowley cooed, giving the bitten nipples a couple of soothing kisses before he lifted himself up.
The demon looked at Aziraphale with lidded eyes as he reached under himself, wrapping his hand around the angle’s firm effort, positioning it perfectly into place.
“Ready, my dove?” Crowley asked, Aziraphale replying with an enthusiastic nodding of his head.
With nothing but a thought, Crowley willed himself to be open and slick, perfectly prepared to accept the thick member inside.
Both angel and demon moaned in pleasure as Crowley lowered himself down, his warm entrance welcoming every inch of Aziraphale until he was sheathed to the hilt, buried completely inside of the well-spanked ass.
After placing his hands firmly upon Aziraphale’s chest, Crowley started to move. At first, he rolled his hips with a gentle ease, back and forth like the rocking of a cradle. After a short while, his movement increased and the pressure mounted, skinny hips soon pulling up and snapping down with erratic energy, desperate to feel the harsh thrust inside of him.
Aziraphale was an absolute goner. He stared up at the demon riding him, hypnotised by the sensuous rolling of a flat belly, the rise and fall of a proud chest, the stark flutter of red hair. Crowley never looked more beautiful than he did in these moments, and Aziraphale had to reach out and touch him, just to make sure this was not some wonderful dream.
Crowley’s breath hitched when he felt the pair of large hands take possession of his bony hips, instinctively making him dig his nails into Aziraphale’s chest. The angel groaned, arching his back and thrusting himself deeper into the warm depths of Crowley.
The demon growled, clawing red stripes across snow-white flesh with his black nails as he increased his pace. Within the minute, he was ruthlessly bouncing upon Aziraphale’s cock, riding it like a wild bronco that needed to be broken, to be shown who it really belonged to.
“You feel so… oh, Crowley you feel so good… I’m gonna… gonna…” Aziraphale panted, digging his thumbs into the soft patch above Crowley’s hip bones.
“Not yet you don’t, Angel,” was Crowley’s response, firm and demanding. “Not until I’m there with you.”
Aziraphale swallowed and nodded, closing his eyes and trying as hard as he could to reign himself back. As much as he wanted to come right there and then, he wanted to come with Crowley more.
After one more scrap of his nails along Aziraphale’s chest, Crowley leaned himself back and took a hold of his own throbbing cock. He groaned and hung his head back as he gave himself a few painfully slow strokes before he began to pump himself with gusto. As he jerked himself off, he angled his hips just so that Aziraphale’s cock was rubbing directly against his prostate. “Perfect… My perfect Angel,” he gasped as he went to town, grinding and pumping with only one goal in mind.
Once he got into the swing of it, Crowley could feel his orgasm coming at him like a steam train. When his rhythm began to falter and his mind started to fog, he opened his mouth and managed to push out a stutter of words.
“I’mma… with me… angel… ngk... now…”
Over the last six thousand millennia, Aziraphale had become well familiar with what he called Crowleyan. Somehow, the spatter of broken words and random consonants made sense to the angel, and he could not be happier for what they were saying.
“Yes, yes… darling, yes!” Aziraphale pushed out before he closed his eyes and let himself go.
Seconds later they were both tumbling over the edge of their climax, shivering as they erupted together. Hot ropes of liquid squirted across Aziraphale’s round tummy and broad chest as his own spend filled Crowley, coming in short spurts until he was completely drained.
As they came down from their peaks of pleasure, Crowley snapped his fingers, having just enough energy left to clean up Aziraphale before he let himself laid down, purring as he nuzzled against the plushie angel.
Aziraphale smiled, absentmindedly stroking his hands up and down Crowley’s slender flanks.
“Mmmm, now that was a pleasant surprise indeed… we must do it again sometime,” Aziraphale said with a blissed-out smile.
“Heh. I’m gonna hold you to that, Angel,” Crowley replied, delivering a little bite to one of Aziraphale’s nipples.
“Oi!” Aziraphale jumped, returning the bite with a pinch to Crowley’s arse, “You fiend.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, Angel,” Crowley smirked, giving a little laugh before he closed his eyes and was soon falling to sleep.
Aziraphale smiled, continuing to pet his wily serpent. As Crowley slept, Aziraphale laid awake, thinking of all the other things they would be able to do with this collection of goodies.
Hopefully, Crowley would not sleep for long because Aziraphale was more than ready for round two.