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Crowley really, really needed his angel to come home soon.
Aziraphale had been gone nearly all day at some sort of book collector’s… something. Gathering? Shindig? Crowley would swear up and down that he knew what it was this morning, but the word was not top of mind for him right now. It wasn’t even eighth or ninth on his list.
What was top of mind, by leaps and bounds, was how desperately, achingly full his bladder was right now.
Crowley squirmed, pacing another restless circle gingerly around the living room of their cottage. He needed to piss so fucking bad, but he had promised his angel that he could hold it until he got home and gave him permission to let go. Right at this moment, however, he was having serious doubts about the accuracy of that statement.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—“ Crowley stopped his pacing, urgently crossing his legs and driving the heel of his palm into his groin as a particularly pointed wave of desperation hit him. His bladder pulsed heavily in his pelvis, his cock twitching a little at the sensation. He straightened up with a groan as he got the urge back under his tenuous control, then whipped out his mobile.
Pls tell me your close
Crowley jammed the phone back into his pocket before resuming his dancing and pacing. He was fighting his way through another urge when the damned thing buzzed, startling him and causing him to lose a dribble of urine with a yelp. He grasped his cock tightly forcing himself to breathe as he got the situation back under control. His phone buzzed again.
*you’re
And yes, dear. I’m just leaving now. Shouldn’t be more than 15 or 20 minutes.
Crowley groaned and typed briskly.
Hurry
Not gonna last thatlong
He chucked the phone onto the couch, not able to focus on the stupid thing any longer. His bladder throbbed and pulsed in his hips, achingly full and causing his thighs to quiver with the effort of holding.
I’m going to piss my pants before he gets back, Crowley lamented, his bladder twinging harshly at the thought. Fucking hell.
He tried to steel his resolve. He had an end goal now. A time. A guarantee that relief was in sight. He could do this. He could behave.
The spurt of hot piss that shot out of his overworked cock begged to differ. Crowley jammed both hands into his crotch, before frantically using one to work open his button and zipper. He grabbed himself directly now, pinching the offending organ off with one hand and plugging his tip with the other. His legs tangled together, crossing and uncrossing in time with his swaying hips as he squirmed. He felt another pulse of urine working its way down his cock, beading up behind his fingertip and slowly oozing into his jeans.
Jesus fuck, that was going to be a visible damp spot soon if he didn’t get himself under control.
Crowley had never been more excited to hear the jingling and scraping sound of keys at the front door.
He crossed the kitchen in record time, reaching the front of their home just in time to grab the angel by the lapels of his coat and yank him inside, pressing him hard against the wall of the entryway. Someone kicked the front door closed — Crowley honestly wasn’t sure who — and then he was kissing his angel hard, grinding his hips desperately into the man in front of him and barely keeping his moans in check.
“Please — so full — please, let me— oh fuck, please—“ he found himself panting between presses of their lips, not even having the wherewithal to be embarrassed at his own neediness.
Aziraphale was making a funny noise, and Crowley pulled back, concerned. His worry quickly turned into something else.
“Someone missed me,” Aziraphale teased, a fond grin covering his face.
The bastard was snickering at him — Snickering!!
“Glad you think this is funny, angel. I’m about to ruin the carpet.” Crowley groaned, arching his hips forward harder to illustrate his point. The resulting moan from Aziraphale was certainly doing things for him, but the pleasure radiating to his cock was interrupted by the persistent messages from his bladder that it was way, way, way too fucking full, dammit.
Crowley was so caught up in teasing out the pleasure from the overwhelming pressure that he was caught off guard by his back slamming gently against the wall. Aziraphale had twisted them around, pressing a thigh between Crowley’s legs and grinding against his throbbing erection against the taller man’s hip as the demon moaned and squirmed.
“Fuck, angel,” Crowley gasped between urgent kisses, “I gotta piss so— fucking— bad.”
Aziraphale broke the kiss, opting instead to suck and lick his way along Crowley’s jaw and down his neck. A graze of teeth along his earlobe had the man moaning and rolling his pelvis harder against the angel’s strong thigh.
“Were you good for me today?” Aziraphale asked softly, running his lips gently along the hinge of Crowley’s jaw. The demon gasped a little and grunted out a little noise of affirmation.
“About to — fucking hell, angel — about to stop being able to be good for you,” he grunted as Aziraphale lowered his hand to palm at the increasing dampness in his tight trousers.
The angel hummed.
“And why’s that, love? Can’t you wait for permission?”
“Nope,” Crowley said, popping the p at the end of the word. “Pretty sure I’m about to piss myself, permission or not. I can’t hold it, I really can’t—“ He trailed off into a desperate groan, rocking even more harshly against the angel as he felt another spurt of piss leaked out of him.
“You’ll hold it until I’m done getting off if I ask you to, won’t you, darling?” There was an edge to Aziraphale’s voice, a command hidden underneath that sweetness.
Crowley had just barely gotten the last leak under control, but now his cock was twitching angrily in his trousers, evidently confused as to whether it should be weeing his brains out or hardening at the delicious friction he was getting from his partner. The latter was slowly, slowly winning out. He gulped.
“Ngk — Fine, angel, okay, sure, I’ll try to wait. Just… hurry, okay?” The erection was making it a little easier to keep his bladder in check, but he wasn’t confident how long that was going to last.
Aziraphale responded by kissing him harder, wrapping his hands around his bum as he pressed their bodies together. He angled his hips just so, and their erections were suddenly brushing together perfectly through their trousers. Crowley swore and bucked up hard against his angel, his fingers seeking purchase along the man’s back. That was certainly helping win the ‘hard versus bursting to piss’ debate.
“Good boy,” the angel murmured, moving the attention of his lips back to Crowley’s jaw. The demon made a noise that he would adamantly deny later, his cock jerking at the praise.
They stayed like that for some time, hips grinding together as Aziraphale pressed Crowley gently into the wall just past their front door. They alternated sloppy kisses and nibbles with licking and sucking along each other’s jaws and necks, adding gentle bites every once in a while that had the demon squirming and gasping. The grinding grew more and more urgent, their moans becoming more difficult to control and their swears (well, Crowley’s swears) become more frequent and dramatic.
Eventually, it was too much.
“Oh fuck, angel, I’m about to cum in my fucking trousers,” gasped Crowley, rutting forward frantically, “Don’t you fucking dare stop.”
Aziraphale made a sympathetic noise, but didn’t change his pace, thank someone.
“I’m close too, darling,” he moaned, feeling the telltale tightness that signaled his rapidly approaching orgasm.
“Oh shit, oh fuck, I need to cum,” the demon began to pant, his control hanging by a thread. “Please may I, please, I need to— I’m about to— fuck, angel!”
“Come for me, darling,” ordered the angel, just in time, and Crowley lost it. He exploded, shuddering and moaning as his orgasm hit, pulsing rope after rope of cum into his still-open trousers. His forehead fell against Aziraphale’s shoulder as his hips twitched and bucked out of his control. It was so fucking good.
And then, as Crowley was trying to get his breathing back under some semblance of control, it was something else entirely.
His bladder throbbed once, twice, and it was all over. Piss began to pour out of his cock, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He could feel it fountaining up where his trousers were open, collecting in a little pool before seeping out over his angel, soaking down toward both their knees at the same time.
“Sorry, angel, fuck — Really can’t hold it anymore,” Crowley groaned out, pleasure and relief zipping up his spine as he pissed both their trousers uncontrollably.
Aziraphale stiffened at the sensation, then made a series of choked sounds, evidently losing his own control at the hot sensation of piss. He came hard into his trousers, coating the inside of his pants with an obscene amount of spend as he panted and moaned against Crowley’s jaw.
The soft hiss of Crowley’s wee seemed to echo in the now-quiet room, lasting nearly forever. Finally, with a shiver, Crowley felt the torrent of piss die down into a weak steam, then eventually stop completely. He dropped his head back against the wall, thankful for the hard press of his angel against him as his knees went a little weak.
“Fuck,” he summarized softly, not able to control a little smirk of satisfaction. He felt Aziraphale shaking against him.
“Are you laughing at me again?!” He let his tone drip with mock horror.
Aziraphale leaned back just slightly, finally moving his face back from Crowley’s cheek to meet his love’s eyes. He was, in fact, giggling.
“My dear, we are both completely soaked from waist down, not to mention the absolute puddle on our poor carpet, and you couldn’t even wait long enough to let me get all the way inside our house, much less for permission, before you jumped me,” the angel teased gently. “The door isn’t even closed!”
“The door is too—“ Crowley stopped his protest short, face reddening as he realized that the door was, in fact, still open a crack. Anyone could have seen (or more likely, heard) what was going on, if they’d been so inclined.
“Ngk!”
Crowley buried his face defensively back into the angel’s shoulder, snapping his fingers as the door slammed shut and latched with gusto.
“You were gone allll daaaay,” Crowley whined, starting to lap gently once more at the exposed skin of Aziraphale’s neck. “What did you expect was going to happen?? You’re just lucky the puddle wasn’t here before you were.”
Aziraphale chuckled again.
“Well, in that case, I suppose I should be praising you for being so very good for me,” the angel chided. Crowley make a choked off noise, and Aziraphale could feel the demon’s cock twitch hard where it was still pressed against him.
“You really like that, don’t you, darling?”
“Shuddup,” grumbled Crowley.
“I love you, my good boy.”
Crowley growled.
“You were just so good for me today.”
“Bastard."
“So perfectly well behaved.”
“You better lay off that, or you’re going to get me all worked up again.”
He felt Aziraphale’s amused wiggle against him and knew the battle was lost.
“Challenge accepted,” the angel winked, pronouncing the capital letter more than was strictly necessary.
And damn it all, Crowley loved him even more for it.