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Most people who saw Crowley and Aziraphale for the first time thought they were either an old couple married for years, or eccentric 'friends with benefits'. None of these assumptions was exactly true, but none was exactly false either. Most people who saw Crowley for the first time also thought he was top. Dominant. Controlling. This wasn't true at all.
Crowley always let Aziraphale have his way with him. He wanted to please him, it was in his nature. And tonight, even more than usual.
“Stay still, darling,” the angel cooed.
They were both completely naked on the bed that Aziraphale had decided to buy a few weeks prior. It was "to sleep", he had said. Crowley had retorted that neither of them needed to sleep. And indeed, the bed had only been used for sleeping once, after they'd gone a bit overboard with 3 days of sex in a row. Their sexuality had been relatively active for a while, they were trying everything their creative minds could think of, and Aziraphale had learned a lot more through reading than one might think.
Now Crowley was lying on his back, on Aziraphale. This new position was rather strange, they couldn't kiss as well as Crowley would like, but feeling his angel’s chest against his back was quite pleasant. The demon immediately forgot his doubts about the position when Aziraphale began to nibble on his neck.
“Shall we get started, my dear?” he asked tenderly.
The angel always asked for Crowley's consent several times, and the demon loved simple things like that. Being so cared for was something he only experienced with Aziraphale.
He nodded with a smile, and the angel slid a miraculously slicked finger inside of him, preparing the tight hole gently.
“You’re so good for me, my love,” the blonde whispered.
Aziraphale added a second finger, slowly drawing both digits in and out, then curling them. It seemed like an eternity to Crowley before he added a third finger. The demon moaned and rolled his hips, he felt overwhelmed by lust, he wanted more, desperately.
“For someone’s sake, angel, just–”
His complaint was interrupted when the angel replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding inch by inch into him, caringly. His Effort wasn’t as long as Crowley’s, but much thicker, and the penetration drew a small groan of pleasure from the demon.
Aziraphale remained still for a minutd, then started moving slowly. He angled his hips differently with each thrust, and eventually he found the spot that made Crowley wail.
"Nghh… ‘ziraphale… More…”
His sight blurred when the angel quickened the pace, his hand wrapping around the demon’s erection. The strokes were precise, spreading precum on the shaft while his thumb swirled around the tip. Crowley was close, embarrassingly close.
“Ahh– Fuck–”
Crowley threw his head backwards and moaned. Aziraphale's breath in his ear made his brain melt. But the angel withdrew his hand, stopping the stimulation.
“I want you to last, darling. And you should watch your language,” he murmured teasingly.
The demon’s cock throbbed with need while Aziraphale still pounded restlessly inside of him, not hitting his prostate anymore.
“Fuck– Please–” he whined.
“Language, dearest.”
The angel kept Crowley’s legs spread wide, his hand rested on the inside of the demon’s thigh, caressing him, sometimes brushing against his achingly hard erection but not stroking it yet. Delightful torture.
Crowley rolled his hips, arched his back, meeting Aziraphale’s thrusts. He didn't say another word, he remained silent and obedient, so the angel picked up the pace again. Crowley knew by the way he twitched inside of him that his lover was close, too close to keep on teasing.
“Oh, God… Crowley…”
The demon smirked at the blasphemy. He sure hoped that God was watching. He hoped She knew they were so badly in love. He hoped She opened her prayer mailbox and heard Aziraphale's obscene moans and gasps.
The angel’s hand was on Crowley’s throat, his gold ring cold against the demon’s skin.
“Gorgeous, my darling, you're gorgeous, you take me so well.”
Crowley moaned at the praise. His cock was already leaking, bouncing against his stomach with each roll of Aziraphale's hips. He clenched his teeth, tried to keep quiet.
“Let me hear you, dearest,” the angel gasped as he thrust harder.
And Crowley obeyed. His mouth opened wide and he moaned loudly as he reached to grasp at Aziraphale's hair. No matter how many times they’d made love, no matter how gentle or rough it was, the demon couldn't get used to the incredible sensation of having his angel inside him. The sweat, their skin pressed against each other, their heated kisses, Crowley was addicted. He wanted to feel his angel buried deep inside him every day, just like this. This was Heaven. Not the cold, empty administrative Heaven, no, the one humans imagined, pure peace and serenity. Bliss. And now it was ecstasy, he could feel his pleasure rising, reaching a level of completion.
"Angel, angel, Aziraphale, please," he begged, his voice hoarse.
And Aziraphale obliged, caressing his cock in rhythm with his thrusts to drive him over the edge. Crowley pulsed around Aziraphale’s hardness, imprisoning him in tight warmth. Their breathing was unsteady, their gasps and sighs were a symphony, and soon the angel released, shuddering through his orgasm, holding Crowley tight.
The demon climaxed shortly after, spilling on his stomach with a low moan when he felt his angel’s cum fill him and drip down his thighs. It was the part he liked the most, it was like being marked by Aziraphale, deep in his core.
“Oh, fuck, Angel,” he gasped when he came down from his heights.
He noted that this time Aziraphale didn't correct his bad language. He just hummed in contentment.
“Fuck, indeed, my dear,” his angel whispered, kissing his cheek as he pulled out.
Crowley was vaguely aware of Aziraphale tenderly cleaning him and tucking him snugly into bed. But as was often the case after their lovemaking, his mind was foggy, and he fell asleep in his angel's arms.
There was nothing he loved more than Aziraphale.
And most people who saw Crowley for the first time knew that immediately.