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1827, Edinburgh, the graveyard.
“Laudanum, whoo-wee! Last time I do that,” Crowley shouted across the foggy graveyard, staggering around. He began to walk in the wrong direction and muttered, “Where are you?”
“I’m here. I’m here,” Aziraphale reassured him and gently put his arm around Crowley’s waist to guide him in the right direction. They continued to walk along the path, Aziraphale’s arm still wrapped around Crowley. Good Lord, Aziraphale thought, his waist is so tiny. He cleared his throat and then said, “That was very kind of you, Crowley. You saved that young woman.”
Aziraphale meant well, but Crowley obviously did not take it that way. Growling, he pulled away abruptly and stopped in his tracks. He pointed his finger at Aziraphale and said, “Not kind!” Moving closer to Aziraphale, he continued, “Off my head on laudanum. Not responsible for my actions.”
Crowley stood right in front of Aziraphale and glared at him over his glasses. When he looked into his yellow eyes, Aziraphale's heart skipped a beat, as usual. He started to worry: what would hell do to his demon? Full of concern, he asked, “Will you get into trouble?”
But Crowley turned away without replying and continued walking.
“Well, they’ll surely have noticed downstairs,” Aziraphale remarked while trying to catch up with Crowley. “You just did a very good deed indeed.”
“Trust me,” Crowley said, “if hell noticed that little display, I’d already be…” He stopped talking mid-sentence and just stood there, apparently deep in thought.
When Aziraphale caught up with him, Crowley took off his glasses and turned to Aziraphale. Aziraphale gave him a questioning look, as Crowley took another step closer to him. His beautiful eyes were full of fear and something else that Aziraphale could not identify.
“Crowley, what’s wrong?” he asked, unable to hide the anxiety in his voice.
“Well… it might be a long time before we see each other again, angel,” Crowley explained while looking intently at Aziraphale's face as if trying to memorize every little detail.
Aziraphale could feel his face blushing and looked down slightly embarrassed. When he dared to look up again, Crowley was still looking at him and suddenly Aziraphale could not help himself.
If this is going to be our last moment together for a long time, he thought, we should make the most of it. He took off his gloves, put one hand on the back of Crowley’s head and kissed him, gently at first but then with increasing pressure.
Crowley eagerly kissed him back and in his excitement, Aziraphale barely noticed that his hat fell off his head and onto the ground. He ran his hands through Crowley’s curly hair and pressed his whole body against Crowley’s, desperate to feel more of him.
However, to his disappointment, Crowley pulled away. Feeling a bit miffed, Aziraphale watched as Crowley began to take off his gloves leisurely, revealing one slender finger after another. Aziraphale exhaled heavily. He must have seen Crowley’s hands a thousand times before, but this glove removal somehow felt so… naughty.
On a sudden impulse, Aziraphale took Crowley’s right hand and kissed his palm. He flicked his tongue over Crowley’s fingertips and when Crowley put his long index finger into Aziraphale’s mouth, he willingly closed his lips around it and sucked. Crowley drew in a sharp breath and watched with an intense, carnal gaze as Aziraphale kept on sucking his finger. Aziraphale enjoyed seeing Crowley become more and more aroused, but eventually, Crowley withdrew his finger and traced Aziraphale’s lips with his thumb instead. He put his hand under Aziraphale’s chin and pulled him closer for a kiss, making Aziraphale go weak at the knees.
He ran his hands over Crowley’s shoulders and the fabric of his wool coat felt like silk. While Aziraphale wondered how best to get to the bare skin underneath all of that fabric, Crowley’s hands had started to wander, too. He was stroking Aziraphale’s neck, casually untying his bowtie and opening a couple of his shirt buttons. But when Crowley started to pull off Aziraphale’s coat, Aziraphale stopped him, somewhat sheepishly.
“Wait! I've kept this coat in tip-top condition for quite a while now. I wouldn’t want it to get dirty.”
Crowley raised his left eyebrow teasingly, as if to mock Aziraphale, but then suggested, “Just put it over that gravestone over there.”
“Oh, that’s a shout”, Aziraphale responded, beaming at Crowley with delight. He quickly picked up his hat from the ground, took off his coat and put both on top of the gravestone, slightly off the path. He paused for a moment to take a closer look; it was a rather large gravestone with elaborate carvings. Aziraphale did a double take – he could not believe it. Carved into the stone was an ouroboros. What in heaven’s name... Could this be a sign, he began to wonder, when he noticed his serpent standing right next to him. He had also taken off his coat and was watching Aziraphale with quite an amused expression on his face.
But before he could say anything, Aziraphale kissed him again, hungrily, desperately this time. He wanted no more interruptions – nothing mattered except Crowley and this moment. Aziraphale concentrated on the feeling of Crowley’s mouth against his, on Crowley’s hands caressing his face, moving slowly down his back, grabbing his bottom… When Crowley then trailed kisses from Aziraphale’s neck to his collarbone, it sent jolts of electricity all the way down to his hardening cock.
Aziraphale yearned to finally touch Crowley’s bare skin. He pulled the back of Crowley’s shirt out of his trousers and slid his hands underneath and up his spine, making Crowley shiver under the touch of his cold hands.
Crowley started biting Aziraphale’s lower lip and pushed harder against him. The cold gravestone was digging into Aziraphale’s back, but he did not care. He felt Crowley’s erection pressing against his own, which sent tingles of pleasure all over Aziraphale’s body.
Aziraphale slid his hands down Crowley’s back to his firm bottom and over his narrow little hips to the front. When he started to stroke Crowley’s erection through his trousers, Crowley moaned quietly, but almost immediately brushed his hand away. Instead, he bit Aziraphale’s neck lightly and whispered into his ear, “Turn around.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Aziraphale was incredulous.
“You heard me, angel.”
Aziraphale obediently turned around and placed both hands on the gravestone in front of him. Crowley put his hands on top of his, pressed his body against Aziraphale’s and resumed kissing Aziraphale’s neck. Aziraphale felt Crowley’s erection rubbing against his bottom. When Crowley started to bite Aziraphale’s neck again while at the same time touching him through the fabric of his trousers, Aziraphale shivered with want.
“Pull down your trousers”, Crowley ordered and Aziraphale’s mouth went dry. It was unusual for Crowley to be so commanding, but Aziraphale liked it. Very much. He obeyed and the sudden feeling of the cold air on his bare legs gave him goose bumps. He briefly wondered what effect the dirty graveyard ground might have on his light-coloured trousers, but he immediately dismissed any thoughts of that when he felt Crowley pressing up against his bare bottom.
Crowley put his left hand on the nape of Aziraphale’s neck, gently holding him in place, while his right hand moved along Aziraphale’s thighs slowly, too slowly, inching closer and closer towards his cock.
Finally, Crowley ran his slender fingers along the length of it, up and down, teasing him, caressing him with light touches, gently tugging at his balls and massaging his perineum with short strokes before returning to his cock and starting all over again.
Aziraphale fought back a whimper at the gentle touch of that long-fingered, delicate hand – although it felt so good, he wanted Crowley to touch him harder, faster, and he needed him to take him roughly right now…
Crowley's hand was wet with Aziraphale's pre-cum when it reached his anus. He caressed it leisurely until slowly putting one finger in at last. Aziraphale gasped and he could feel Crowley’s short chuckle against his back, before Crowley’s lips brushed tenderly against his neck the next moment. When he began moving his finger in small circles over Aziraphale’s prostate, slowly increasing the speed and pressure, Aziraphale could not stifle a frustrated groan as his desire reached unbearable levels.
“Please,” he started to beg, just as Crowley was biting his right earlobe.
“Yes, angel?” Crowley purred. Aziraphale could feel his warm breath against his neck.
“Please, Crowley,” he begged him once again, “Just fuck me! I want to feel you inside me.”
Aziraphale felt Crowley unbuttoning his trousers behind him and shortly thereafter, Crowley’s hard naked cock pressed against Aziraphale’s bare bottom. Crowley put his hand in front of Aziraphale’s face.
“Give me your spit, angel,” he demanded and Aziraphale spat on his hand. Crowley wet the tip of his cock with Aziraphale’s spit and pushed it against Aziraphale’s tight entrance. When Crowley pushed into him slowly, Aziraphale’s breaths got shorter. Crowley was taking his time, allowing Aziraphale to relax into it. While he gradually pushed deeper into Aziraphale, Crowley was stroking the sides of his hips and kissing his neck right below his ear, just the way Aziraphale liked it.
He was panting as Crowley repeatedly pulled himself out nearly completely, before pushing his entire length back into Aziraphale carefully. With every thrust into him, Crowley moaned softly and Aziraphale felt like he could burst with pleasure. These little indications of Crowley’s satisfaction were heaven to Aziraphale and nearly enough to take him over the edge.
He groaned, “Crowley, I cannot hold back much longer,” and Crowley understood. His hands were gripping Aziraphale’s hips firmly and he drove himself harder into him. Aziraphale braced himself against the cold gravestone to help him push back into him, to pull him in even deeper. Crowley increased his pace and just moments later Aziraphale felt Crowley shuddering and gasping as he came deep inside Aziraphale, his cock twitching inside him.
After pulling out, Crowley buried his face in Aziraphale’s neck and leaned against his back. He was still breathing hard when he reached around Aziraphale and wrapped his fingers around Aziraphale’s throbbing cock. Aziraphale swallowed hard. He had expected no further … assistance from Crowley, assuming he would be too spent, but Crowley moved his hand a few times up and down his shaft, before he used only his fingertips to play with the head.
When he slowly ran his fingers from the head down to his balls, Aziraphale was already so close, he felt like he could explode at any moment. Crowley gripped Aziraphale’s cock again and on each stroke up and down, he rubbed his frenulum just right, soon making Aziraphale reach the point of no return.
“Oh, fuck!” he exclaimed, his whole body convulsing as he released himself in several forceful spurts. Against his back, he could feel Crowley’s light-hearted chuckle and for a short moment, Aziraphale felt pure bliss.
Then, in an instant, everything changed. Suddenly he did not feel Crowley’s weight against his back any longer; he was gone. Aziraphale could not believe it – Crowley had been summoned to hell with his trousers still around his ankles.