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The bar Aziraphale entered wasn’t a place for an angel. It was actually far from it.
The place was filled with scantily clad people, if they wore anything at all, sharing a drink or a sexual encounter. Their surroundings were dimly lit by red light, the furniture included multiple leather couches and seats, shelves and tables in an industrial design, beautiful wood combined with black steel. The walls, endowed with beautiful wall arches seemed to be made out of, painted over in a matte black. It wasn’t Aziraphale’s taste at all, though he had to admit that the interior was rather well put together, but it felt comically cliché. Like something written in a bad porn novel.
The air around was slightly stuffy, the smell of alcohol and sex penetrating the angel’s nostrils. The whole place reeked of sin. He looked around, excited and a bit overwhelmed by all that was going on, wondering if Crowley felt the same.
Crowley however had only eyes for his angel and the glorious, skimpy outfit he picked out for him. Ever since Aziraphale took his coat off and gave it to the kind man supervising the cloakroom, Crowley’s eyes had been stuck to Aziraphale’s body, admiring every curve there was to see. And there was a lot to see with the outfit the angel wore.
Aziraphale was clothed in a tight pair of white shorts, the shortest Crowley could get the angel into without him being too embarrassed. A white, mesh skirt that flowed behind the angel covered the pants, though it was more for looking pretty then actually covering something up. The skirt was combined with matching kneesocks made from mesh, decorated with ruffles.
However, Crowley’s favourite part of the outfit was the harness he chose for his angel. The harness was made out of white leather, a part of the harness laying snuggly over Aziraphale’s chest; the back of the harness had a pair of angel wings.
The first time the angel saw the harness, he had a bit of a laugh. There was something entertaining in the thought about being dressed in fetish wear that resembled an angel while also being an angel.
The first time Aziraphale wore the outfit, he was too embarrassed to even show it to Crowley. It’s not that the angel hated his body, he actually was really content with his human from (if he wasn’t, he could just change it after all), however he was never one to show much of his body to other people. Even with Crowley it took him quite some time to finally to get comfortable with being naked.
Crowley was really patient with him, reassuring him that there was no pressure, that Aziraphale did not have to wear something he didn’t want to. But the angel wanted to wear this outfit, not only because Crowley picked it out for, but because he looked really good in it. And after wearing it a few times for himself, he was finally able to present it to Crowley, who could have sworn that he almost discorporated on the spot.
And today Aziraphale finally mustered the courage to wear this outfit to the kink bar they have been wanting to visit for quite some time. He felt good about himself and his outfit. Among all the other people dressed in black and red, he stood out like a sore thumb.
Crowley was holding Aziraphale’s arm, gently yet determent guiding him to the bar, through the masses of people. The bar was well visited this evening and the crowd in high spirit.
Once they arrived at the bar, the angel marvelled at the beautiful bar counter, made out of solid wood where one was able to see the growth rings and the knotholes.
The demon ordered a whiskey for himself and a Cherry for his partner and once the drinks arrived, used a little miracle to make sure they were able to find a table, placed in front of a comfortable leather couch. Their seating position was quite central in the bar, and they were able to have a clear look of the counter and most of the rest of the visitors.
Aziraphale sat down on the couch, the leather touching his bare thighs. He sighed, overwhelmed by his surroundings. Crowley took the seat right next to him, handing his partner his drink before taking a sip from his own. He shot Aziraphale a worried look.
“Are you alright, angel?”, Aziraphale nodded and smiled at Crowley. “Just a lot to get used to, Dear.”
On the leather armchair next to them was a younger couple, maybe in their mid-twenties, vigorously making out. The smaller guy sat on the lap of the other one, rolling his hips while kissing his partner demandingly. The other more tanned male grabbed his hips, guiding the movements and grabbing at the little fabric that was on him. Aziraphale wanted to look away, wanted to listen to Crowley ramble on about how this bar was filled to the brim with people even in the middle of the week, but watching the other gay couple made his imagination wander. The tanned man started to kiss the other one’s neck, nibbling and biting the parts that were accessible around the large collar. Only when the tanned man started to undress his partner did the angel look away, trying not to spy on their intimate moment. He was heavily blushing, hoping that Crowley wouldn’t notice how excited he became just by watching two other people got it on.
But of course, Crowley noticed, how couldn’t he? Aziraphale’s staring wasn’t quite subtle, and his shifting in his position, trying his hardest to hide his hard-on wasn’t quite subtle either.
The demon grinned at the sight of his all-flustered angel, who nervously sipped on his drink. Despite what most people probably assumed, Aziraphale wasn’t the pure angel he always tried to portrait to others. Only Crowley knew his dark desires, his plethora of kinks, which shocked him the first time Aziraphale told him about. And visiting this bar would hopefully play into the angel’s exhibitionistic and voyeuristic side, which they haven’t been able to act upon until now.
Moaning was heard next to them as the guy on top began to ride his partner’s dick, throwing his head back in pleasure. The other man grabbed his collar, yanking at it to pull him into a kiss. Seconds later, the smaller guy was pushed into the chair as the tanned guy fucked him from behind, setting a fast pace. It looked rather rough, especially when the top decided to grab the hips of the smaller one forcefully, leaving dark red streaks as he scratched along the sides. He growled something into the smaller one’s ear, nothing audible for Crowley and Aziraphale.
The latter tried to keep his eyes off the scene, but, like a car accident, he couldn’t look away for long. His glances landed on the pair next to them again and again.
It was embarrassing, getting turned on by watching other people have sex, or more so fucking, but Aziraphale just couldn’t help it.
Crowley noticed the angel’s pathetic attempt to look sneakily at the couple, trying to avoid getting caught.
The demon huffed and leaned in closer.
“Do you wanna join, angel?”, he whispered into his ear, making Aziraphale jump, almost spilling his drink. Before he could answer, Crowley began to laugh.
“Don’t look so shocked, angel, I’m just joking. You were just staring so much, I wanted to mess with you.”, the demon took a sip from his whiskey and emptied it.
“Besides, I would never share you, angel. No one is allowed to lay their hands on you. You’re mine.”, Aziraphale felt slightly giddy inside and inched further to the demon. He knew Crowley to be quite possessive and he enjoyed the demon claiming him as his own. He has thought about this rather often, coming to the conclusion that it was probably in the nature of angels to be someone’s possession, to belong to someone. After all, their purpose, the reason they were created, was to serve.
“I- I think I should get us some new drinks, dear.”, Aziraphale said, still blushing heavily as he quickly got up, taking Crowley’s empty glass out of his hand. The demon glanced at his angel’s pants, that looked uncomfortably tight, with a clear outline of his boner. As Aziraphale turned around he earned a rather strong slap on his buttocks, yelping at the delicious pain.
“Don’t take too long, angel.”
Aziraphale made his way to the bar counter, trying to avoid the preying eyes on him - or at least that’s how it felt like. He might have been slightly paranoid since he was walking around with a visible boner after all. He bumped into another person, almost dropping the two glasses in his hands, and apologized, before continuing to stride forward.
Once at the bar, he put down the glasses on the marvellous countertop, waiting for the bartender to come over.
The bartender, an attractive taller man, dressed in a black mesh shirt that showed his toned chest, noticed Aziraphale waiting and hurried over to him. He smiled and grabbed the glasses, putting them away into the sink. Then he eyed the blonde guy intently.
“What can I get a cute angel like you?”, he smirked, leaning in closer to the customer. Aziraphale was slightly caught off guard, since he was only used to Crowley using that pet name for him. He brushed through his hair, smiling nervously.
A few meters away Crowley was watching his angel intently, eyes not even breaking off from him when another woman tried to get his attention, presumably to hit on him. He gave her a dismissive gesture and she took off.
Something about the way the bartender looked his angel up and down and leaned in closer while talking with him bothered the demon. Though he was sitting too far away to understand the conversation between the two he was able to make out the hungry looks, eying Aziraphale as if he was his prey. Oh, Crowley did not like that.
But he was too interested in Aziraphale’s reaction to this obvious flirting to step between them.
Aziraphale seemed to entertain the taller male, smiling at him, even laughing at an apparent joke the other one made. He gestured a bit with his hands, indicating to Crowley that he was slightly nervous.
The barkeeper put down a drink in front of the angel, one that Crowley assumed was on him. Aziraphale seemed to thank the guy, taking a sip out of the drink. While they continued talking, with his angel occasionally nipping at the drink, the barkeeper put his hand on top of Aziraphale’s, gesturing him to inch closer. He whispered something into his ear and Crowley could have sworn he could see the angel blushing profusely.
The angel fumbled nervously with his hands, not quite knowing where to put them. It was only when the bartender put down the drinks ordered, he broke out of his fumbling, reaching into his pocket. The barkeeper shook his head, said something, winked and Aziraphale was off to go; go to a very fuming demon.
Crowley usually tried to keep his calm as the last time he has lost his temper, he conjured lightning striking him in the middle of a street in Soho, but this was well beyond something he could brush of. Someone having the nerve to hit on his angel while he was sitting not far off aggregated him a lot.
And his angel playing along with it all as if to tease him, was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Aziraphale was holding Crowley’s whiskey in one hand, his Sherry in the other. He miraculously made his way through the crowd without bumping into someone or spilling the beverages he balanced, arriving at the couch with the still fuming demon on it.
The angel put down the drink on top of the table in front of them, smiling innocently at Crowley. He wanted to sit down next to his partner, but before he was able to do that, he was pulled into an aggressive kiss, taking him by surprise.
The demon grabbed his hair and yanked at them, causing the blonde one to moan into the kiss, an opportunity Crowley took to enter Aziraphale’s mouth with his tongue. He deepened the kiss much to his angel’s delight, who already felt his knees become weak. Though he had kissed Crowley countless times before he still reacted rather sensitive to his partner’s advantages. Especially when he treated him rougher.
Crowley’s goal wasn’t to just kiss Aziraphale to demonstrate his ownership over him, his mind ran in overdrive thinking about all the delicious ways he could show the whole bar – and especially that pesky bartender, that the angel belonged to him only.
Still fuelled by rage, he promptly pushed his partner face first onto the table; it was a miracle that they didn’t knock over the drinks.
Aziraphale gasped as his cheek touched the cold, probably dirty tabletop, the sensation only adding to his growing excitement. Crowley, standing right behind him, still had his hands in the curly hair, making sure that his angel wasn’t able to wiggle around or escape. There Aziraphale was, pressed onto the hard table, with Crowley above over him, his weight onto him, making it hard to breath – not that the angel had to, in front of an audience. The thought of someone seeing him in this telling position excited him even more.
The demon waited a few seconds, waiting for a reaction from his partner. Aziraphale had a vague idea of what was coming, since he knew how possessive and demanding Crowley could get once he was jealous – however, he also knew that he could use the safe word whenever he wanted, he only had to snip his fingers. But he didn’t, he rather slightly squirmed in anticipation under Crowley’s weight.
Crowley used his angel’s curls to pull him into a kiss, the uncomfortable craning of his neck caused Aziraphale to wince a bit in pain. The demon bit his lip.
Crowley let go of Aziraphale’s lip and his hair, giving the angel a few seconds to catch his breath; his breathing was irregular and shaky, as he tried to compose himself. He was incredibly turned on and the feeling of his crotch pressed against the table did not help.
He heard rustling behind him and caught a glimpse of Crowley undoing his belt before his head got pushed onto the table once more; the demon hissed a “Stay down.” into his ear.
The taller guy used the belt to tie Aziraphale’s hands behind his back, pulling it tightly and connecting the make-shift handcuffs with his harness. He tugged at it, testing if the angel would be able to free himself from his cuffs, but he was pleased to see that he pulled everything tightly enough, allowing Aziraphale barely a few centimetres.
Aziraphale was wiggling beneath him as much as he could, trying to gain some friction against his crotch, but the sensation did not satisfy him – he needed more.
“Listen angel.”, Crowley was next to his ear once more, spatting the words into it. “I’m gonna fuck you on this table for the whole bar to see. And I want you to make the prettiest impressions, so your little bartender friend can see what a beautiful fucktoy you are for me.”, the angel moaned in response, nodding as much as the position allowed him to.
Crowley took of Aziraphale’s mesh skirt and his tight pants, leaving his angel to sigh in relief after being freed from the uncomfortable tightness. The demon gave Aziraphale’s ass a slap and enjoyed seeing it wiggle.
He pulled out a tiny bottle of lube out of his trouser pockets, his eyes not leaving his helpless angel. Crowley enjoyed seeing his partner be all vulnerable, not being able to escape the demon. It just filled him with pride, since he was the only one allowed to touch the angel, to corrupt him and make him sin over and over.
Usually he would tease his angel, get him all riled up until the chubby guy was begging to get fucked, humiliating him by reminding him of his own lewd words. He’d take his sweet time, using the angel’s mouth for his own pleasure or jerk his partner off, only to leave when he was on the brink of orgasm, making his angel whine and cry, pleading for more.
But Crowley’s patience was running thin, and he wanted to waste no time showing his pet off. He wanted to remind everyone, especially that damned barkeeper, not to lay as much as a finger on his precious angel. And he needed to feel the angel around him, as his dick was painfully hard as well.
Crowley pushed down his trousers and underwear in one go and opened the bottle with a click. He applied a generous amount of lube onto his penis. But before he decided to take his beautiful partner, that laid there, still pushed onto the table with his ass in the air, a thought overcame him, making him grin. He used another miracle to produce a cock ring, coated it in the left-over lube and put it over Aziraphale’s hard cock, rolling it down to his balls where it sat tightly. The angel shuttered at Crowley’s hands over his sensitive penis. Crowley miracled his hands clean afterwards as he hated the sticky feeling of lube all over his fingers and leaned closer to Aziraphale.
“Can’t have you coming too soon, angel.”, Aziraphale sighed in frustration.
Now that everything was set up to Crowley’s satisfaction, he lined himself up behind Aziraphale, his hands gripping the other’s hips, his fingernails digging into the sensitive flesh. Before he pushed himself into the angel, he used a small miracle to loosen Aziraphale up as he had no patience to actually prepare his partner. He knew that his angel didn’t mind the pain that came with stretching him open, however Crowley planned on not letting Aziraphale slowly adjust to his length but rather take him at once, so he didn’t want to risk any tears.
Not being able to wait any longer, he pushed himself into the angel, closing his eyes due to the pleasure overtaking him. He wanted to come right now, however he still had a point to prove and coming within seconds inside his partner would be embarrassing.
So he gritted his teeth and withdrew from Aziraphale, only to push himself into the angel again. After a few rather soft thrusts, he pulled out once more, slamming into the angel.
Aziraphale moaned in surprise at the sudden force Crowley displayed, his tied hands turning into fists. Hearing his lover, Crowley’s speed picked up, now properly fucking his angel. He grabbed his harness for some more leverage, slightly lifting him up, continuing to slam into him, groaning ever so often.
The angel tried to hold back, but failed miserably, moaning with every forceful thrust Crowley did, wishing he could grab something. His eyes darted around the bar and he noticed a few people looking at them, making him blush. Knowing that people were able see the angel get debauched by a demon, corrupted with every sinful thrust into his tight ass, got the angel close to orgasm alone and he was sure if he wouldn’t be wearing that damned ring, he would have come by now. He avoided the eyes of the people looking at him in guilty pleasure and closed them.
But Crowley would have none of it. He wanted his angel to be humiliated as much as possible, he wanted him to feel and see the eyes of the others on him. One of his hands left his partner's hips and grasped those soft locks, forcing the Angel to look up instead of burying his head in the table.
“Look at them, angel. Show them your pathetic face as I fuck you.”, Crowley hissed lowly, making Aziraphale even more excited. He opened his eyes again.
“Yes, that’s it. I can’t believe an angel like you would love getting fucked by a demon in front of a crowd so much…But here we are. How does it feel angel, knowing that a holy angel like you gets corrupted in this dirty place?”, he grabbed Aziraphale’s hard-on, noticing all the pre cum leaking out of it. “Someone seems to enjoy this.”, the angel whimpered at the contact as he felt close to bursting. If this ring around his penis wasn’t there-
All of the sudden he was pulled back with the help of his harness, as Crowley sat down on the couch, placing the angel on his lap. Aziraphale did not think it was possible, but his partner’s cock buried itself deeper into him, only missing that spot that would make him go crazy by mere centimetres. Tears were starting to form in corner of his eyes as the pleasure became more and more overwhelming.
Crowley’s hands grabbed his angel’s thighs, forcing his legs apart in order to give other’s a better view of the lewd scene. Aziraphale’s cock was aching and covered in pre-cum, on display for everyone in the bar.
“Come on angel, move your hips. Show them what a pathetic slut you are.”, while gripping Aziraphale’s hips, slightly guiding his movements, Crowley looked over to the barkeeper who was watching the scene unfold. While still holding eye contact, he sucked on Aziraphale’s sensitive neck, which earned him an audible gasp, leaving a few hickeys along the way.
“Why don’t you look at the barkeeper, angel? I’m sure he’d enjoy the show even more if you gave him some attention. After all, he probably thought about fucking my toy just as I’m doing now.”, Aziraphale was already too far gone to understand what Crowley was asking of him, as he was reduced to a moaning mess. His whole body was shuddering, and he felt so close to an orgasm that he was sure he’d come even with the ring on. But the demon put that ring on on purpose and he knew that he had to beg for it.
Aziraphale rolled his hips as best as he could, trying to satisfy his partner to the fullest, who still thrusted into him. Everything felt even better than the angel ever imagined – the rough and punishing pace of his lover, his hands twisting his hard nipple, the people looking at him as he got used like a slut. He sobbed.
“Crowley, dear, please-“, Aziraphale whimpered, trying his hardest to speak loud enough so that his partner could understand his pleas. His mind was empty, only focusing on the pleasure he received by riding Crowley’s dick.
“Use your words angel. What do you want from me?”- “I w-want to cum. Please.”, he begged as best as he could. His body felt ablaze and when he felt the demon’s hand on his hard-on, he was sure he would discorporate any second by this overwhelming pleasure building up inside of him.
“Louder. I want everyone to hear you.”, Crowley sped up his pace, barely holding it together himself. He knew that he wouldn’t last long.
“Please, please let me cum. I’m so close.”, the angel was taken aback by how loud he just said those words, almost screaming them into the bar. A few heads turned into their direction in response, but Aziraphale was so lost in his own pleasure that he didn’t notice his surroundings anymore.
Crowley grinned and began to stroke his partner’s penis, matching his thrusts.
“Cum for me, angel.”, the demon responded, removing the cock ring in one swift motion. Aziraphale was finally able to let go as he felt his body being taken over by pleasurable waves of climax, biting down on his lips so he wouldn’t scream. After having to hold back all this time, his orgasm felt even more intense and with Crowley steadily fucking him through wave after wave, he felt his body shaking. He felt as if he was to black out any second, his vision blurring. Most of his cum landed in Crowley’s hand which still wrapped around his pulsing dick, however a few spurts landed on the table in front of him, leaving a mess. While coming, he clenched around Crowley’s penis, making it harder for the other one to continue his pace.
After a few thrusts, the demon came as well, burying his cock deep inside of Aziraphale. He groaned while releasing inside his angel, biting into his shoulder. He continued his thrusts, but they became more and more shallow until Crowley stopped all together, too overwhelmed by his own orgasm. He felt dizzy.
Aziraphale enjoyed this blissful feeling inside of him, this moment where nothing mattered except being with Crowley. He even forgot that they weren’t in the bookshop right now and that probably dozen of people saw him cum.
It was only when the demon undid the make-shift handcuffs and carefully lifted him off his lap did the angel snap out of his dazed state.
Crowley pulled Aziraphale closer, the latter snuggled against his chest, smiling contently. They sat together for a brief moment, in silence, each one trying to catch their breath.
“That was incredible, my dear.”, Aziraphale was the first to speak, still smiling brightly. Crowley kissed his angel on the forehead before returning the smile.
“Yes, angel, it truly was.”, he shifted slightly and looked down to his partner, a shit eating grin forming. “But I’m afraid we can’t continue cuddling like this, you’re dripping onto the couch.”, Aziraphale noticed the cum dripping out of him, blushing deeply. He was about to miracle the mess away, but Crowley stopped him.
“Nah -uh, angel, no miracles. You don’t want Heaven to notice, do you? Or would you like them knowing that a demon sodomised you?”, good thing Crowley interrupted him, he didn’t want to imagine explaining that miracle to his superiors.
“How about you get your pretty ass up and get some towels from the bar? I’m sure the nice barkeeper will be delighted to help you.”
Aziraphale cautiously stood up, his legs still feeling wobbly after that intense orgasm. He went to grab his pants, but Crowley was faster, snatching them before the angel and hiding them behind him, still grinning.
The angel gave him a look, roughly translating to “Are you serious?” before accepting that he would have to go to the bar almost naked except for his harness. He rolled his eyes at Crowley before swaying towards the bar, still slighty unsure on his feet. However, with every step he felt Crowley’s cum leaking out of him, adding to his embarrassment. And his excitement, hoping that he wouldn’t get turned on again.
Dishevelled, he arrived at the bar and leaned against the bar counter. The barkeeper noticed him almost instantly, smiling at him. He gave another customer their change, then strode over to Aziraphale.
“Someone looks roughened up.”, he commented with a laugh, glancing at the dark marks along the angel’s neck. Aziraphale was flustered, realizing that the man probably watched everything go down.
“Well…I’m afraid I need a few tissues to…clean up the mess.”, the barkeeper spun around, grabbing a few tissues before handing them to Aziraphale.
“Thank you…And also thank you for helping me set this whole thing up.” – “No problem, I’ve had my fun. I just hope your partner doesn’t hate me now that he thinks I flirted with his angel.”, Aziraphale shook his head.
“Ah, don’t worry, he’ll get over it.”