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The storm was raging outside, and Crawley and Aziraphale were trapped in a cellar until it passed. The kids Crawley had brought down and turned into lizards were all safely tucked into a little clay pot, out of his hair.
Not the worst way to pass the time, Crawley thought. Yes, Aziraphale was annoying with his holy self-righteousness, but there were worse angels to be stuck with for a night. At least this one didn’t seem to be all smite-happy.
Plus, he had the forethought to bring the wine and the smoked Ox with him. Shame he didn’t eat much, the Ox would go to waste. The beard Crawley was sporting this century would surely just be a magnet to collect bits of food, so no thank you. Crawley poured himself a glass of the wine, and went to offer some to his angel companion.
Aziraphale was disgusted, naturally. Angels didn’t imbibe. It was amusing to Crawley though, the fervour with which Aziraphale shot him down. Crawley glanced at the Ox, and had a wicked thought.
Maybe he couldn’t get Aziraphale to drink, but eating on the other hand. Well, Eve hadn’t been easy to convince either but he managed that. After all, as the Serpent of Eden, getting people to eat something they maybe shouldn’t was his whole shtick.
Crawley walked over and put a rib on a platter, before turning to Aziraphale.
“Go on, have an Ox rib.”
“Are you … trying to tempt me?” Aziraphale sniffed in distaste.
“Not at all,” Crawley countered with feigned innocence, “angels can’t be tempted, can you?”
“Certainly not.”
“Well there you are then. You’re free to try the food.”
Crawley cheered internally as he saw the temptation catch. Damn, he was glad he still had it. Aziraphale approached cautiously, but still, he picked a piece of meat from the rib. Crawley held his breath as he watched Aziraphale lick at the morsel, before placing it in his mouth.
The angel did his best to maintain his disgust as he chewed, but the moment the flavour hit Aziraphale, he lost his composure. He looked at Crawley with wide, slightly feral eyes, and tore into the Ox with vigour, not caring as the grease ran down his hands and clung around his mouth.
Crawley watched with glee, oh, this angel really was different, and this could make for some great fun.
It was surprising to Crawley, just how enthusiastically Aziraphale took to the pleasure of eating. By the time Crawley had finished his first jug of wine, and was well into the second, Aziraphale had managed to scarf down half the Ox.
Aziraphale’s face, neck, hands, and forearms were all glistening with Ox grease. There was a growing pile of discarded bones beside him, and the sounds, the squelching, wet, feral sounds Aziraphale made as he ate were equally disturbing and (to Crawley's chagrin), arousing. He was sporting the universe's most confusing erection as he watched on.
Crawley stroked his beard as he drank, deep in thought. He miracled a small cloth over the pot with the lizard children, and rendered the entire thing soundproof. There was no reason they be subjected to the sights and sounds coming from Aziraphale.
Aziraphale let out a wet groan as he tore off another hunk of meat with his teeth. Right, time for a distraction, Crawley thought as the sound made his poor confused cock twitch.
Somehow, between mouthfuls of meat for Aziraphale and wine for Crawley, they got to talking about sides. Crawley, naturally, was on his own side. Heaven kicked him out long ago and Hell was, well, Hell. It was annoying when Aziraphale started lamenting about Crawley being lonely, and it was even more annoying that he was still bloody hard! At least Aziraphale was too preoccupied to notice.
Well two can play at being annoying.
“Whose side are you on?” Crawley needled.
“Gods of course!” Aziraphale snapped, but the disapproving tone was rather diminished as he still had a mouth full of Ox meat.
“Same God that wants me to whack the kids?” Crawley continued to push.
“….Yes, but….”
Bingo, Crawley thought, “Yeah that’s just how it started for me. See you in hell.”
Crawley didn’t get to bask in his perceived win long, as Aziraphale turned back to the Ox after a glare, and ripped off another huge hunk into his mouth.
Angry Azirpahale’s eating noises were somehow worse. The squelching was now interlaced with little grunts. He even snarled a little as he tore more and more meat from the bones. Crawley stared, mouth open, at Aziraphale’s profile as the angel descended upon the Ox with a new feral determination. His cock was becoming rather painfully hard at the display, and he winced when he felt a drop of pre-come leak from the tip into his robes.
Taking another swig of wine, Crawley discreetly swapped his cock out for a vulva. And it was wet and dripping as soon as it manifested.
Well fuck, that’s not much better. Crawley shifted to try to get more comfortable, which seemed impossible as Aziraphale just kept going at that bloody Ox. A particularly lewd groan escaped Aziraphale’s greasy lips.
“Fuck, do you eat pussy like you eat that Ox?” Crawley mumbled under his breath.
“What?!?” Aziraphale snapped his attention back to Crawley.
Well, maybe it wasn’t as under his breath as he thought. Crawley decided to double down.
“What? You heard me.” Crawley countered.
Aziraphale blinked comically slow, the wheels very obviously turning in his head. Once Aziraphale seemed to come to a conclusion, he sniffed primly. The effect was diminished by the sheer amount of Ox grease he was still covered in.
“I’ve never had the occasion.”
Now it was Crawley’s turn to stare. Oh shit, he thought, that’s an opening. Crawley decided if he could tempt the angel once, he might as well try again. He let himself sober slightly to ensure he was clear headed enough to be on his best game.
“Well…..” Crawley drawled, putting on a casual air, “I’m game, if you’re curious.”
“What, you mean …. me and you, do what … mate? Like the humans?”
“Won’t tell if you don’t. Just another earthly pleasure.”
“As much… fun, as that would be, my mouth is rather occupied at the moment.” Aziraphale punctuated the statement by taking another bite of meat, the grease gripped down his chin as he chewed and swallowed.
“I could start on you, if you like. You haven’t done it before so I could show you?” Crawley chose not to mention he had also never done such a thing before. At least, not with anyone other than himself.
“And this isn’t a temptation?”
“Not at all, just another earthly pleasure to be shared between hereditary enemies.”
“Fine, I shall let you show me, but I doubt anything will happen. Angels aren’t built for that sort of thing.”
Crawley chose not to mention the whole Nephilim thing a while back. He set down his wine and stood, hiding a wince as his pussy throbbed with the movement.
Easy there, I’m trying to get you ate, hold on, Crawley thought. He could feel his thighs sliding wetly against each other, as he walked over to Aziraphale and settled on his knees.
“You even have anything to work with there, angel?”
“Of course I do, rather standard phallus and testicles for these corporations.”
Crawley mouthed phallus to himself, before shaking his head and moving to push Aziraphale’s robe up and out of the way. Aziraphale helpfully spread his legs once exposed, giving Crawley more room to work and a view of the angel’s flaccid dick.
Crawley leaned in, and ran his mouth along the inside of Aziraphale’s thigh. He let his beard tickle along the sensitive skin as he did so.
Crawley ran his hands inside the warm thighs, enjoying the feel of the muscle under the layer of softness twitching under his fingers. He dug his fingers in, just to feel the give.
While lacking in practical experience, Crawley did have theoretical knowledge. It was gained through watching humans he tempted couple with one another. Hell was, well, a bunch of perverts and wanted to know the exact acts the humans performed as a part of their sins. Before, Crawley was annoyed Hell had forced him to be a voyeur, but he was grateful for the knowledge it had provided now.
Leaning forward, Crawley opened his mouth and cradled Aziraphale’s soft cock on his tongue. He heard Aziraphale suck in a sharp breath, and glanced up. Aziraphale was looking down, seemingly frozen in place. It appeared he had a fist full of Ox meat in one hand, and had been about to take a bite. But now, he was still, hand hovering awkwardly just a few inches from his open mouth.
Time to go to work, Crawley thought, and started sucking gently. He was shocked, when the cock in his mouth filled almost comically quickly, and he had to pull back abruptly to keep it from getting lodged down his throat unexpectedly.
Before he could pull back all the way and let the head slip out of his mouth, Aziraphale reached down to tangle his free hand in Crawley’s hair, dislodging Crawley’s head wrap in the process and smearing Ox grease through the strands. The grip was then used to hold Crawley in place, as Aziraphale thrust forward to re-bury his cock into the warm wet mouth.
It took Crawley a few moments to remember he didn’t technically need to breath as he sputtered and gagged around the hard cock. His fingers dug into Aziraphale’s thighs and he closed his eyes, taking a few breaths through his nose, before relaxing his throat the best he was able. Aziraphale, mercifully, had paused to savour the feeling of his cock surrounded by warmth, allowing Crawley the moments needed to reorient.
Crawley swallowed, and at the feeling Aziraphale let out a guttural groan. The sound reminded him of the hot ache in his pussy, and Crawley squirmed, rubbing his thighs together to try to get some friction. He whimpered a little, a sound that got Aziraphale’s attention and made his hips twitch. Aziraphale, having realised that thrusting felt oodles better than holding still, used his hold on Crawley’s head to move him back and forth along the length of his cock.
For a few minutes, Crawley relaxed into it and let himself be used, closing his eyes. The noises Aziraphale made were doing nothing but heightening Crawley’s arousal. He was certainly leaving a damp patch inside his robes from how wet he was.
After a while of pleasantly drifting on arousal, Crawley heard Aziraphale’s groans and grunts of pleasure change. He opened his eyes again to see Aziraphale had realised the only thing better than experiencing one bodily pleasure, was experiencing two pleasures at the same time. Without stopping the motion of guiding Crawley’s head along his cock, Aziraphale had decided to resume his enthusiastic consumption of the cooked Ox.
Fuck, Crawley’s clit, which had been steadily thrumming in arousal, started pulsing at the sight. Crawley was so turned on, he thought he may be able to come completely untouched.
Before Crawley could manage to work a hand under his robe to give his aching clit some relief, Aziraphale suddenly picked up the pace. He thrust hard a few times before wedging the head of his cock into Crawley’s throat. Aziraphale shuddered as he came, mouth open, letting the piece of meat he had been about to eat fall out. The morsel hit Crawley’s shoulder as it fell, before landing on the ground.
Crawley managed to swallow most of the spend, and Aziraphale relaxed his grip in Crawley’s hair as he rode the aftershocks of orgasm. Once Aziraphale stopped trembling, Crawley reached up to untangle the greasy fingers from his hair, and pull off the spent cock. Small amounts of semen mingled with Crawley’s saliva and settled into his beard.
He was a mess of saliva and come, and his hair was tangled with Ox grease.
Clearing his abused throat, Crawley croaked out, “So … what did you think?”
Aziraphale, having just discovered a new pleasure, looked absolutely feral with desire. Without a word, he snapped his fingers (it’s a testament to how hard he was concentrating it worked even covered in grease), and Crawley found himself stark naked, with an equally naked angel in front of him. Aziraphale spared one glance to Crawley’s chosen effort, before pushing him back into a pile of blanketing Crawley didn’t remember being there a moment before.
Before Crawley could move to sit up, Aziraphale was on him, settling between his legs and pushing open his thighs. Aziraphale paused only a moment until Crawley could make a sound of affirmation, and then Aziraphale descended.
Without whipping his mouth, Aziraphale buried a greasy tongue into Crawley’s dripping pussy. He shoved as much of it in as he could, chasing a new flavour that was uniquely Crawley. Crawley’s head was thrown back and he scrambled desperately at the blankets under him as he was taken, no warm up.
Aziraphale ran his hands up and down Crawley's sides as he ate, smearing grease and mapping out the lithe body under him, He took special care to feel the bump of each of Crawley’s ribs as he explored, before continuing up and moving to rub circles on his nipples. The entire time his tongue did not stop its exploration of Crawley’s hot cunt.
It turns out Aziraphale did in fact, eat pussy with the same determination and hunger he had shown to the Ox meat.
Aziraphale removed his tongue from Crawley’s cunt, and licked a stripe up to Crawley’s rock hard clit. That was all the warning Crawley got before Aziraphale latched on and started attempting to suck Crawley’s unholy soul out through the hard little pearl. Aziraphale removed a hand from Crawley’s nipples and unceremoniously shoved 2 greasy fingers into Crawley’s empty cunt.
When he came, Crawley shrieked so loud the walls around them shuddered, rivalling the sounds of the still raging storm. His entire body started to spasm as he pulsed around Aziraphale fingers and his body was washed in pleasure like he never knew before.
And Aziraphale, well, Aziraphale didn’t slow down, he kept sucking through Crawley’s orgasm and well into overstimulation. The blankets were soaked under Crawley's arse, and his thighs resembled a glazed donut. Aziraphale simply moved down to lap up the juices Crawley produced, ignoring his weak protests. Crawley had to reach between his legs and bop Aziraphale on the head to get him to release.
Reluctantly, Aziraphale sat back on his haunches, looking down at the mess of a demon he had created. Crawley was shiny from head to toe, covered in a mixture of grease, semon, sweat, and his own fluids. His beard was a tangled, sopping mess and his hair resembled a greasy bird's nest. Aziraphale didn’t fare much better, any parts of him that were not already covered in grease from his earlier feast, were now covered in the remnants of his feast of Crawley.
Crawley finally looked up to Aziraphale, still too fucked out to notice the state they were in. What he did notice, however, was Aziraphale’s cock was rock hard and hanging heavy between his thighs once again.
“Be a dear, if you don’t mind, I would quite like to try the other one now,” Aziraphale stated, with a pointed look between Crawley’s legs.
It took Crawley a moment to process the words. He cursed softly under his breath but pulled up some demonic power to reshape his wrecked pussy into a fairly standard uncut cock. At some point in the moments Crawley’s body was reshaping itself, Aziraphale moved to take himself in hand. He was slowly moving along the length of his shaft while he watched, the glide made easy by the copious amounts of slick from everything prior.
The sight had Crawley growing hard embarrassingly fast. Taking notice, Aziraphale took Crawley’s erection in his other hand, and started wanking him at the same pace as himself. Crawley moaned, and felt a bead of pre-come at his tip. Aziraphale leaned down to lick at it, then moved to start suckling at the head of Crawley’s cock, running his tongue around the glans as he did so. Crawley let his mind wander to prevent himself from coming embarrassingly fast, yet again.
This is more than he bargained for, Crawley thought. He was surprised with himself for not realising the dangerous game he was playing. After seeing the intensity with which Aziraphale had taken to the joys of eating, something should have told him Aziraphale would take to other earthly pleasures with the same feral single-focused desire. As Aziraphale started bobbing his head up and down, Crawley really hoped this wouldn’t become a pattern, him laying the seeds of his own downfall.
Crawley was brought out of his musings when he felt Aziraphale’s pace loose rhythm. He looked down to see the angel had discovered yet another pleasure. Aziraphale had moved his hand away from his own cock, and was seemingly testing the limits of how quickly he could get as many fingers as possible into his own arsehole; it appeared he managed to make it to 3 so far. Crawley assumed it was the Ox grease slicking the way, as he couldn’t taste the residue of any divine miracles in the air when he flicked out his tongue.
Aziraphale seemed to notice the movement, because he popped off Crawley’s cock with a slurp, and carefully removed his fingers from himself.
“Crawley, if you wouldn’t mind …” Aziraphale said as he crawled over the length of Crawley’s body. He stopped once Crawley’s erection was in line with his freshly prepped hole.
Crawley had barely let out a nod before Aziraphale was sinking down with a long groan. He moved slowly but steadily until he was sitting flush on Crawley’s lap. He took one deep breath, then two, just to savour the stretch. Then, Aziraphale slowly raised himself until just the tip of Crawley’s cock was caught on his hot, pink rim, and he slammed back down. He used the momentum to keep the pace and started bouncing on Crawley’s cock as hard and fast as he could manage, bracing his hands on the demon under him’s chest for stability.
Meanwhile, Crawley was convinced if this was how he would die, be discorperated, or expire, it would be a good way to go. This angel will certainly be his end. All he could do was hold onto Aziraphale’s hips for dear life as he was taken for the ride of his very long existence. Aziraphale changed the angle of his hips and Crawley’s brain turned to white noise. The only thoughts he could manage were ‘hot, tight, slick, fuck, Aziraphale’.
Suddenly, Aziraphale let out a shout as the angle let Crawley’s cock reach deeper in his channel, and start pushing against his prostate. If Crawley had been the one setting the pace, he would have slowed down at the noise. But, Crawley was quite pinned, and didn’t have too much time to worry before Aziraphale started bouncing up and down even faster. It filled the room with a wet slapping sound each time Aziraphale’s arse met Crawley’s hips.
A ripping sound broke through Crawley’s pleasure filled daze, and he opened his eyes. He hadn’t even noticed he had closed them. He was met with the sight of Aziraphale, happily munching on an Ox rib without breaking the rhythm of his hips. Apparently that was the reason he shifted and the angle changed, he was reaching for the meat.
Fuck, damn, this was DEFINITELY a kink now, Crawley realized he would never be able to watch Aziraphale eat again without getting hard, or wet.
Without warning, Aziraphale slammed down hard and went still, shooting ropes of come on Crawley’s stomach. At the feeling of Aziraphale’s walls clenching around his cock, in tandem with the visual of his new feeding kink, Crawley’s orgasm was torn from him. His hips twitched from where was pinned down, unloading his unholy seed into the divine channel he was buried in.
Panting, Crawley laid in a daze as Aziraphale pulled up and off of his softening cock. Without as much as a how do you do, Aziraphale scooted up Crawley’s body on his knees, and landed arse first onto Crawley’s mouth. Aziraphale made a grunting noise as Crawley stuck out his tongue in some sort of snakey instinct, and Crawley got the hint.
The awkward motion had dragged a few of his own beard hairs into Crawley’s mouth, but Crawley was determined not to let that bother him. He promptly shoved as much of his unnaturally long tongue up the angelic arse as he could. It was a little weird, tasting himself and the Ox grease used as lube, along with a flavour that was unmistakably Aziraphale. Aziraphale squirmed as his arse received a proper seeing to, jolting a little as Crawley’s tongue started undulating against his prostate.
“I think I would quite like to try the other option myself”, Aziraphale mused, sounding too put together for currently having a demon tongue swirling inside his arsehole and hands full of Ox meat. Crawley just grunted in agreement. Aziraphale’s balls and cock, which had been resting across Crawley’s face as he ate out the arse on him, receded into Aziraphale’s body. Once Aziraphale had manifested a nice plump pussy, Crawley felt his face and beard grow wetter as he was dripped down onto.
Aziraphale lifted slightly to let Crawley’s tongue slip out of his arse, then awkwardly turned around (so he could use Crawley’s stomach as a sort of plate) and sat back down, letting his pussy make contact with Crawley's still open mouth.
Crawley moved a hand from where it had been resting at his side, down to tug his half hard cock. He could tell it caught Aziraphale’s attention, as the angel started squirming faster on his tongue as his cock filled further.
“You know,” Aziraphale thought out loud, after swallowing another bite of Ox, hips not slowing, “I heard some snakes have 2 phalluses. As you are a snake demon, I wonder…..”
Crawley rolled his eyes, and obligingly let go of his human form slightly, letting scales scatter down his hips, and causing his cock to split and grow into 2. He stopped before his legs could revert back into a tail. Some things were easier with knees.
“Oh lovely.” Aziraphale chirped in delight, and unceremoniously flopped over off of Crawley’s face and onto his back. He brushed the meat resting on Crawley to the other side, leaving a defined grease trail across Crawley’s stomach.
He spread his legs and looked at Crawley expectantly. Crawley hadn’t even managed to get his tongue back in his mouth.
“If you wouldn’t mind, I now have 2 orifices you so thoroughly prepared.” Aziraphale said, reaching a hand down to rub circles against his newly formed clit.
“Right.” Crawley sneered, but there was no venom in it. With a thought, he had his unfinished wine jug in his hand and drained the rest. He would have snapped, but his entire body was covered in a layer of various fluids which would have made it difficult. He didn’t even bother wiping his mouth; his beard was a mess anyway.
He threw the empty jug to the other side of the room, before slithering on top of Aziraphale between his spread thighs. Using one sticky hand, he guided a hemipenis to each of Aziraphale’s holes before sinking them both in.
Crawley had been buried in Aziraphale, a few times now, but the sensation of heat and pressure on both of his demonic cocks was a new level of intense. He lost a little more humanity and let out a soft hiss as he sank all the way in, fully enveloped. With a few hissing breaths, Crawley tried to pause for a moment. The haze he had been drifting in and out of was starting to come back, and he felt tipsy on more than just wine.
Aziraphale gripped Crawley’s biceps, and started circling his hips immediately, to get Crawley to move. With a groan, Crawley set a brutal pace, he slammed in as hard as he could, seeing Aziraphale jolt each time he re-buried his lengths in the dual heats. Aziraphale’s mouth was open in a perfect O, lips glistening with Ox grease and other fluids. Crawley was about to lean down to taste those lips, but Aziraphale threw his head back as Crawley’s cocks hit a particularly pleasant spot.
Crawley could feel Aziraphale’s hand between them, working furiously over his clit.
Again, he could feel himself nearing his peak. It didn’t matter, he had come embarrassingly quickly every time but it hadn’t slowed Aziraphale down one bit. He knew this would not be his last orgasm of the night, not by a long shot. Aziraphale showed no signs of slowing down or stopping any time soon.
When Aziraphale’s breath started to hitch, Crawley worked a hand between them to join Aziraphale, having them work over his clit in tandem. As Aziraphale began pulsing around him, Crawley sped up, hips moving hard and fast enough it may have been dangerous for a human. The sounds of their coupling were growing loud enough to rival the storm raging outside, and Crawley let go, emptying both of his hemipenises into Aziraphale’s twitching body, another demonic hiss escaping, and a few more scales breaking across his body. Aziraphale followed not long after.
While Crawley was still catching his breath, Aziraphale manhandled him out and onto his back, spreading Crawley’s legs to settle between and lick off their combined juices. As he moved to position, Crawley noticed Aziraphale had switched back to a rather large cock, already hard.
He closed his eyes, letting the sensations take over his body. Who knew how long it would be until Aziraphale was satisfied, but Crawley knew he would enjoy every moment he was along for the ride. He felt himself drift into a pleasant haze, allowing himself to be used however Aziraphale saw fit.
It must have been days now, Crawley thought, as he drooled into the blankets. He was face down and arse up, with an angel ploughing into him from behind. Realistically, it couldn’t have been more than a few hours, but Crawley had long ago succumbed to the lovely drifting feeling, and let Aziraphale use his body however he wanted.
He was yanked from his enjoyable static headspace when Aziraphale abruptly pulled out, no warning. Crawley whined, he had been building up to a rather spectacular prostate orgasm, and wiggled his hips in a way he hoped was enticing. He yelped when he felt his body abruptly cleaned, inside and out, and redressed by an angelic miracle. He rolled over and sat up, confused.
“Oi,” Crawley complained.
“Shhh, do you hear that?” Aziraphale was also redressed and clean, now standing and pacing back and forth. He was looking around wildly, as if just realising where he was, and what time it was.
“I was close, you bastard,” Crawley continued, ignoring Aziraphale’s fretting. He crossed his arms and pouted, looking down at his dicks still tenting his robes, then back up to Aziraphale.
“Oh no,” Aziraphale continued despite Crawley’s protests, “they’re here, I’m late!”
“Who’s here?”
“The angels, the other angels, they’re here. Job’s trials are complete.”
“What about me you feathery wanker?” Crawley then looked pointedly at his lap yet again.
“Oh, dear, I apologise.” Aziraphale said, walking to Crawley, still sitting on the floor. He dropped to his knees and gently uncrossed Crawley’s arms, taking a hand in his own. “That was a lovely evening, I cannot thank you enough for everything you shared with me.” Aziraphale lifted Crawley’s hand to his lips, placing a chaste kiss to the knuckles.
“Ngk.” Crawley blushed, despite everything, that felt more intimate than anything else that had transpired between them.
“I must go, Crawley, mind the children.” And with that, Aziraphale dropped Crawley’s hand, stood, and vanished.
Crawley stood slowly, willing his erections away and the more demonic parts of him that had broken through. He got rid of his genitals all together while he was at it. They had seen enough action for the next milenia. Walking over to a pot forgotten in the corner, he lifted the cloth off the top, removing the soundproofing miracle as he did. Three lizard children blinked up at him from the pot.
“We may as well follow him,” Crawley mused, carrying the pot out of the cellar with him.
As he walked towards the sounds of celestial harps coming from a burnt house in the distance, Crawley reflected over the night’s events.
Who would have thought his little, tiny, minor temptation would have led to being passionately ravished by an angel. An angel, who had led him to discovering no less than 3 new kinks. He was going to have to work through that once he had a moment alone.
It was pleasant, all things considered.
Maybe, just maybe, he could convince Aziraphale to do it again. He came to realise, sometime between having a cock lodged in his throat, and being bent in half far enough he could have sucked his own cock if he wanted, that he rather liked this angel. Privately, in the safety of his own mind, he could admit he rather wanted to be around the angel again, even without the mind-blowing sex. The feeling started to look too much like something resembling a word with a big L for his comfort.
Crawley let himself have one last moment of reflection before reaching the house with the angelic choir.
He never did get a kiss. Despite everything, it seemed one of their mouths were always too busy, be it with food or other body parts, to engage in a proper snog. Crawley hoped he wouldn’t have to wait too long to get to taste the angel’s lips.
With that Crawley walked through the door, unaware he would be saving his angel for the first time of many, starting a new chapter in a love story for the ages.