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In Gabriel’s office, a doll of a Principality laid in a drawer. There were also many items with interesting textures to use with the doll. Candles, needles, floggers, clothespins, vibrators, to name a few.

Currently, Gabriel was using a feather from one of his moults. Throughout the day he found many ways to stroke the doll with it. Down the length of the feet’s soles. Circling around the sensitive aerolas. Slicing down from the collarbone to the belly button. He lazily stroked the feather down the doll’s nape. On the tablet screen, which played a live feed of Heaven’s corridors, a blonde Principality shivered and tensed his shoulder. Gabriel smirked and rubbed the bulge in his pants harder.

When Aziraphale fell over, a nearby angel asked if he was alright. Aziraphale waved his hand and replied that he was fine, as he would. Gabriel stroked himself as he watched Aziraphale until he was hard. There was the exciting thought of fucking the doll and watching Aziraphale writhe in pain and pleasure in front of that angel, struggling to stay quiet.

But, Aziraphale had been on good behaviour lately. No snitching on others, no overreactions in front of them either. There was nothing to punish, and good behaviour must be reinforced. 

It was certainly a step up from when they had first started. When Aziraphale and his demon fuckbuddy went to have their lunch, he dared mention ghost sensations and suspiciously timed events. Gabriel punished Aziraphale by shoving peeled ginger up his ass and caning his thighs until he couldn’t walk anymore, then watched as he struggled to hide the screams and tears in public.

On the screen, Aziraphale stared at the stairs for a long time. The entrance was barred with hazard tape. OUT OF ORDER, the sign said, as it pointed to the direction of the lift. Aziraphale slowly tilted his head towards the silver doors. Gabriel chuckled. He had a grim look on his face, as if he was on death’s row.

Relax… no one’s ever died from a quickie before.

The Principality pressed his chubby little finger on the button and clasped his hands together, waiting for the lift to arrive. This was why Gabriel had summoned him to Heaven today– as long as there was construction on the stairs, Aziraphale must use the lift. His legs will be free, and his pretty act and voice will all be on camera. Gabriel would have Aziraphale all to himself. 

Frustratingly, there were angels on the lift with him when the Principality arrived this morning, so Gabriel did nothing. This time, the lift was empty, and Gabriel grinned. Time to make up for that missed session. Aziraphale drew in a shaky breath, and then he stepped inside. 

There we go, Sunshine … Gabriel thought, licking his teeth in preparation for the fun to come. You’re right where I want you to be.

Affirmative rewards were helpful in setting good habits, so Gabriel stroked the doll tenderly. On the screen, the Principality tucked his chubby little arms in and shivered, before stepping away from the sensation. Gabriel chuckled at such an act.

Silly little snow bunny. You’ll feel these touches whether you want to or not.

Gabriel slipped a hand beneath the doll’s pants, but to his dismay, found only blank skin. Aziraphale’s legs were quaking, struggling to keep him upright, and he was biting down his bottom lip so hard it was starting to bleed. Aziraphale had noticed the elevator camera by now, and with a wary look on his face, he moved to a blind spot. Gabriel growled.

Dumb little slut, thinking you can still act coy. Come on… if you don’t want to put on a show, at least let your boss hear that pretty voice of yours.

With an index finger, Gabriel gently traced a seam between the legs, tracing them from the tip of where a clit would be down to the perineum. He did this a couple of times before he pressed down, hard, and in one swift motion, miracled a pussy. Aziraphale finally yelped with that clear, tremolous voice of his, which prompted Gabriel to grind into the clit with his finger tips. To his delight, the bud was already slick and wet. Aziraphale’s yelps choked into whimpers as he tried in vain to muffle himself. On the camera, Gabriel saw a seated leg twitching before it slinked into the blindspot. 

Gabriel grasped the doll by the back and positioned the pussy to his mouth, before unzipping his pants with his other hand and stroking his hard length. Gabriel breathed out, letting Aziraphale feel the hot vapours against his thighs, relishing how Aziraphale’s breathing turned shaky. He planted a kiss onto the juicy clit as a greeting, then twiddled it with the tip of his tongue. Gabriel pressed his stubbled cheek into the thigh, and he was rewarded with a loud whimper. He had been growing out his stubble just to feel this.

To his dismay, Gabriel saw that the elevator was nearly at ground level. Their time together was about to end. Gabriel slammed the doll onto the desk, and there was a thump and a delicious shriek from the tablet. Gabriel stroked himself and aligned the tip into Aziraphale’s entrance, then released a long groan as he sank inside up to the hilt. Aziraphale was hyperventilating now, squeaking whenever he breathed out. Gabriel licked his teeth and began to thrust slowly, relishing in Aziraphale’s helpless whines. He began to pick up momentum, forcing more louder and louder shouts out of the angel. This prompted Gabriel to thrust faster and even pin the doll’s neck down for a better grip.

There was a thump, and to his delight, Gabriel saw that Aziraphale had fallen to his back, pinned onto the ground, so that his face was now on camera. Aziraphale stared into the camera before glancing away, and Gabriel thrust faster. 

As Aziraphale began to scream and shout, the coil in Gabriel’s gut snapped and he shot off inside the doll. Aziraphale scrunched up his eyes and screamed as he came as well, and Gabriel pinched his little clit between his fingers, flicking it with his thumbnail. That prompted Aziraphale to scream harder and look down between his legs in alarm. 

Nuh-uh, Sunshine, Gabriel thought as he thrust inside faster. You’re not done until I am. 

There was only one floor until the ground floor now, so Gabriel toyed with the doll faster. He flicked at the nipples too, he pinched at the tender underarms, and he stroked a palm up and down that little chubby belly. Aziraphale was screaming and thrashing his head like he was possessed now, pushed to the very brinks of pain and pleasure, bellowing ‘stop’ at the top of his lungs, as if that would make him stop. His pale cheeks were positively flushed red now as tears streaked his face. Despite that, Gabriel could feel his pussy tighten around his cock as it tried milking him.

When Aziraphale came again, Gabriel buried himself inside as much as he could and shot off. Aziraphale made a gasp that sounded so much like a frustrated sob, but Gabriel wasn’t complaining. As long as Aziraphale kept on clenching around his length, he was happy. Gabriel closed his eyes and slowly exhaled, sinking into his chair and enjoying the aftermath. After he rose up, Gabriel checked the tablet screen. 

As the door opened, Aziraphale stood up with shaky legs and stared at the door with foggy eyes. With a shaky wave of his hand, he miracled himself clean, and the doll on Gabriel’s end cleaned up, too. It would be nice, to watch Aziraphale walk out of the entrance’s rotating doors with stains on his clothes. But? That was an idea for another day. Adjusting that dusty, tacky waistcoat of his, the Principality stepped out into the ground level, though not without stumbling. 

Gabriel went over to Heaven’s window of Earth and touched at London, zooming into the bookshop the Principality squatted in. Sure enough, Aziraphale had miracled himself back into the bookshop. Gabriel tutted. Two miracles in a row. How wasteful of him. 

Aziraphale was saved by the bell, as Gabriel’s assistant sent a text to him, reminding him of a meeting. How disappointing. Gabriel would’ve liked to have another session with Aziraphale while he was in that bookshop. Gabriel placed the doll inside his drawers and miracled himself into a fresh suit, and throughout the meeting, he daydreamed about what else he’d like to do to the Principality.

Until next time.