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The air was quiet around the little bookshop, a hidden corner of earthly relicts, tucked away in an empty street in the middle of Soho. In fact, all the past months have been quiet with no demon daring to step into Soho after Crowley’s performance – the fierce nature of it scaring off all those pesky demons and their unquenchable nosiness.
It was - though he did try to stay away from this word – like Heaven. Obviously in a metaphorical way, the way humans like to describe peace and quiet. If human actually knew the nature of Heaven they wouldn’t describe any comfortable situation as “like Heaven” – Heaven could be even more prying and annoying than Hell. Demons were at least rather simple minded and didn’t dwell on things so long; or that’s what Crowley thought.
It's been a great few months, really. During the first weeks Crowley was still really jumpy and uneasy, keeping their regular dates as few and sparse as his guilty conscience would allow. But no one came after them, no demons stepped foot into their precious life. And after some time, he began to relax. There was no response from Hell. And none from Heaven either. It lulled them into a sense of security, a security that would sooner or later shatter like glass that one has accidentally knocked down the kitchen table.
After their visit in Hell, Aziraphale was practically glowing. Well, he always was, he was just an angel that shone brighter than others, but the play they did in front of the demons really seemed to make him beam with happiness. Crowley noticed as soon as they arrived in the bookshop. He was still holding onto the leash around his neck, guiding him into the cozy shop. He wasn’t pulling on it, just making it seem like it for any potential demonic onlooker he maybe didn’t notice. There was no one he could sense, but he wasn’t about to risk his relationship a second time – their performance was already far too risky for his liking.
He got them inside and quickly closed all the blinds, just to be extra sure. The demon was about to pamper his angel, to apologize for being so rough; ‘something must have gotten into me, I should have been more careful’. But when he turned around, he saw Aziraphale sitting on the couch, butt naked except for the iron collar around his neck, grinning from ear to ear. If he wouldn’t have looked so debauched, one would never guess what just went down a few moments prior.
Aziraphale was so delighted with how everything has panned out. He has read quite a few things, where else would he have gotten all those ideas, but the experience was something he never could have imagined. So he reassured Crowley, telling him that everything was okay. More than okay, Aziraphale felt incredible. Though a little sadness swept through him at the realization that this has been the first and probably last time they would play like this – in front of a crowd of vile demons, watching their filthy display. Wanting but not being able to run their hands all over Aziraphale’s soft skin.
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Oh, there must be something terribly wrong with me, Aziraphale thought to himself as he laid next to the sleeping demon. He tried to concentrate on his book, but his thoughts were running wild. Not too long ago he was reading a book, one that none other in Heaven would dare to touch and ever since then his thoughts were spiraling. He shouldn’t think about this, he was an angel. A pretty terrible one at that, but an angel nonetheless. But his desires kept eating at him. And one day, he told Crowley.
The demon knew that his angel, despite looking like it, wasn’t the purest out there. He had been shocked by Aziraphale’s suggestion a few months ago and thought that nothing that the angel could suggest now would shock him anymore – well, that wasn’t the case.
Crowley would never turn down a wish from his angel without thinking about it properly. Up until now he did not think that anything would be too much for him to try. But this? Leaving out the technicality and how one would arrange such a lavish fantasy, this was the first time he had to ask himself if he would even be into this request. He would never judge Aziraphale for his fantasies, however he needed a bit of time to think about this. And Aziraphale understood that, reassuring him that he wouldn’t be sad if his fantasy stayed a fantasy. Crowley should never do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, that was more important for the angel than any desire his brain could come up with.
And Crowley did think about it, even grabbing one of the books Aziraphale has read. The book was neatly tucked away in a remote corner of the bookshop, one the humans miraculously never noticed while browsing the shop and other angels stayed far away from, where the shelves were filled with novels Aziraphale would like to keep a secret. Crowley has never read a book in its entirety, but he gave it a shot to get a better understanding of Aziraphale’s desire. There was one thing he could not wrap his mind around, after finishing the novel; he just could not understand reading as an enjoyable past time. Still, the contents of this novel interested Crowley greatly. This fantasy seemed far more appealing than he thought at first.
Aziraphale was delighted to hear that Crowley would be willing to try it out if the opportunity arouse. Crowley wished for it to never arise, but there was a small hope inside of Aziraphale that it eventually would.
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Crowley was speeding down the road on a rainy afternoon, the speedometer showing a digit far too high for a common street in London. Driving over the wet asphalt, he narrowly avoided crashing into a cab right in front of him, swerving and getting in front of the cab in one smooth motion.
“Good evening, Crowley”, the unexpected voice of Shax right next to him made Crowley jump in surprise, slamming his breaks and forcing his car to a stop. It was a miracle that the cab driver was able to avoid crashing into Crowley’s beloved Bentley.
“Shax! You could have gotten us killed!”, Crowley looked bewildered to the first demon he has seen in quite some time. He noticed that Shax hadn’t changed at all as her twinkling eyes were studying his face attentively. As if seeing something he couldn’t see; or knowing something he didn’t know. She was the only demon Crowley could somehow stand – as long as she would stay out of his business and preferably out of his car.
“We can’t die. Well, not like this.”, she corrected as she reached into her jacket, pulling out a letter for Crowley. He stared at Shax’s well-manicured fingers as she held the letter in his direction.
“Nope, not reading that.”, Crowley started his car. “I thought Hell would finally leave me alone.”, ‘after Aziraphale’s incredible convincing performance’ he added in his mind and began to build up speed again. Shax was still holding the letter into his line of sight, not budging away until Crowley finally took it while sighing in annoyance.
“Just so you know-“, he turned to Shax but the passenger seat was empty.
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Hell is still as disgusting as it was the last time, Aziraphale thought to himself as he stumbled through the darkness, led only by Crowley, who was pushing him forward. Cursed metal bounded his wrists in front of him, the metal hot against his skin. The curse added a nice little sting that only increased with every movement of the metal.
There was something reassuring about that sting, that small jolt of pain with every clanking of the metal. It reminded Aziraphale that though Crowley could be far worse, that he could curse the metal heavily for it to burn his milky skin, he only made it sting a little. A constant reminder that Crowley, a demon softer at heart than he would admit, cared deeply about him and his well-being. And if he wasn’t currently pushed through the narrow corridors of Hell, he would have smiled at that thought.
Aziraphale found it hard to discern where he was or where he was setting his foot down. The ground beneath him was cold and dirty and covered in cracks and little holes. The silken tunic he wore dragged across the floor but stayed perfectly white and untarnished. Adorned with small beads all over, the angel made a little jingling noise with every step he took. Though his whole body was covered up better than the last time he was down here, now with a tunic that wasn’t just for decoration, he was still freezing. The angel could feel the cold creeping up his spine.
It's funny, he thought, that humans assumed that Hell was scorching hot with blazing flames all around. He wondered briefly if Crowley could feel the cold.
His eyes were covered with a silken blindfold, a perfect match to his tunic. No matter how hard he tried to peek out from under it, it firmly sat on his face, only allowing him to see changes of light around him. Since Hell’s environment was quite dim, there wasn’t much to see except a dark gray when he tried to open his eyes. Aziraphale found it exciting to get dragged through Hell, not knowing where they were going or who was already staring at them hungrily. But he had this gut feeling that demons where already salivating at the sight of him, at the thought of another grand performance by the demon who captured a pitiful angel. And how he would love to give them what they wished for.
The odd pair came to a halt in front of the same old wooden door that had greeted them the last time they have been here.
The door creaked open, but this time there was no ugly voice that spat at them and no need for Crowley to introduce them. Crowley did not need to introduce himself to any demon anymore. It would be far more likely for a demon to not remember Beelzebub’s face than Crowley’s. After all, his performance has been unique and unmatched in Hell, making him famous and both celebrated and well respected by the masses.
As soon as they entered the room, the demons that have gathered there began to whisper to one another. It’s him, that’s Crowley and his pet angel, one demon said to another in an excited tone of voice. Aziraphale could feel his face flush in embarrassment. Dozens and dozens of demons, ogling at him, licking their lips and inching closer in anticipation.
The pair stopped in the middle of the room, standing in front of a few higher ranked demons.
“You called for me, your Disgrace.”, Crowley’s voice echoed in the room and bouncing off the surrounding walls. It might have been an illusion, but Aziraphale felt that losing his sight heightened his remaining senses. He stood there, not moving an inch, only noticing now that he has been holding his breath ever since entering the room. Not that he had to breathe anyways.
“I did, Demon Crowley. Care to explain the following?”, Aziraphale recognized the raspy voice of the demon. He had no name for them but he remembered them intently watching their performance the last time they’ve been here. But of course, which demon hasn’t watched them closely?
Crowley stepped towards the demon and grabbed a piece of paper out of their hand. Aziraphale could hear a quiet rustle, followed by silence. Deafening silence. For the first time ever since entering the room the crowd was silent. One sure would be able to hear a pin needle drop.
The silence lasted only a few seconds but somehow still went on uncomfortably long. He was feeling on edge, wanting to move on; anticipation has been building up in him ever since they stepped into the elevator.
“Ah, I see.”, Crowley took a step back and stood next to Aziraphale again. “I thought after our last meeting, Hell would finally get off my ass.”, it was more of a resigned sigh than anything else.
“Don’t be so full of yourself, Demon Crowley. We weren’t watching you. This wasn’t our doing.”, the voice laughed. It wasn’t a good-sounding laugh. It reminded Aziraphale of a stormy night and trees bending until they snap. “Still, we are very much interested in your explanation.”, a murmur went through the crowd.
“Haven’t I made my point clear enough the last time?”, Crowley put his hand up to his temples and massaged them as if this whole situation gave him a headache. “You have. But after that little hint that we have gotten, we aren’t so convinced anymore. So, Demon Crowley, won’t you show us the true nature of your relationship? Or was it all an act?”
With Aziraphale still standing still, Crowley began to pace through the room, passing past the crowd of demons that has gathered in the room. He glanced at them, as if looking for an answer admits their hideous faces. He returned to the council of higher demons, sighing in resignation. Aziraphale would have loved to see his partners face. And the faces of all those demons surrounding them as they stared at them in excitement.
“Well, today’s your lucky day, your Disgrace. You see-“, he grabbed Aziraphale’s chin with his long fingers and forced him to face the council. The touch was determined, but not as harsh as Aziraphale was used to.
“I have spent the past few months training this stubborn little thing. And I’m sure you will be quite content with the progress.”
The demon made a hand gesture, signaling him to move on with his explanation. But instead of talking, Crowley miracled his throne into the middle of the room and took a seat. He leisurely spread his legs, which seemed even longer all sprawled out like this.
“Angel.”, the dark tone of voice made Aziraphale shudder, still he began walking towards the direction of Crowley’s voice, only stopping when his knee bumped against the chair. He took a step back and waited.
“You know what to do.”, with one snap of the demon’s finger, the metal that has bounded Aziraphale’s wrists fell to the ground with a loud clank. The demons in the council and in the crowd looked at them in shock; how could Crowley set this angel free of his chains? But Aziraphale wouldn’t dare to run away. Instead, he fell to his knees in one swift motion, now sitting directly in front of Crowley’s spread legs.
Crowley has folded his arms in front of his chest and eyed Aziraphale’s movements intently. The angel, without hesitation, reached out to Crowley’s trousers, his hands trembling in excitement. He searched around for the zipper, fiddled with the button and managed to open the pants. He found it a bit unusual to not see what he was doing but he knew Crowley and his awfully skinny pants inside out. It felt like he was able to see him clearly even with his eyes covered by silk.
Aziraphale, with a little help by Crowley to speed up the tedious process, was able to pull down the demon’s pants and underwear.
The angel, satisfied that he managed to undress Crowley without any further issues, put his hands on his legs and shifted his body forward. He licked the demon’s length a few times, as if to taunt him ever so slightly, before finally taking in Crowley’s dick.
He let the demon’s cock sit in his mouth for a few seconds, enjoying the warmth and the weight against his tongue. Aziraphale let the sensation linger on for a bit longer, his own cock twitching in interest, but sadly he couldn’t stay like this forever. He pulled back before finally taking in Crowley’s length in again, making the demon sigh in satisfaction. When he has taken in the demon’s length almost in it’s entirety, he halted again, his tongue working its way around as much skin as he could reach.
The next time Aziraphale pulled away, he tried to fit Crowley’s erection in its entirety into his mouth, visibly and audibly struggling as it hit the back of his throat. Even though he was gagging, he still kept his mouth firmly around the pulsating dick, breathing in the demon’s smell as if it was everything that mattered. To him it was.
Crowley was still looking at him intently, a little victorious smile forming around his lips.
“See? Don’t even have to force this angel anymore.”, Crowley leaned forward and pulled the silken robe aside to reveal Aziraphale’s hard on. “And he is enjoying it, too. Such a pathetic angel.”, he tsked and Aziraphale couldn’t discern whether those words were meant for him or for the crowd of demons. The murmuring of said demons grew louder as they inched closer to get a better view.
Tears were forming at the corner of Aziraphale’s eyes. Every time Crowley’s hard cock hit the back of his throat, they dwelled over his heated cheeks and landed on his thighs. His knees were scraping against the cold floor. With every insulting remark from the crowd, his cock twitched, now painfully hard and exposed for everyone to ogle at.
“Can you believe that? An angel voluntarily sucking of a demon and enjoying it?”, Crowley laughed, the sound making the angel shiver, his dick twitching at every mean word Crowley threw his way. Aziraphale cursed his own pitiful body for reacting this heavily to humiliation. If other angels knew the shameful desires of Aziraphale, would they still look him in the eyes? Would they turn away in disgust? The thought of getting exposed, of Heaven knowing his dirty little secret, was both frightening and exciting. He groaned slightly. He felt a comfortable warmth spreading through his body.
“It would be quite selfish to keep this eager tongue to myself, am I right? I don’t even know if I can satisfy this whore by myself.”, Crowley has turned his head to the Council and smirked. They looked at each other, exchanging glances, whispering. A few demons in the crowd of onlookers whistled and shouted their approval. They’d love to see the angel get debauched by multiple demons, hoping deep down that they would be chosen to fuck the angel’s mouth without mercy.
Aziraphale was only half listening to Crowley’s words, his head already feeling light and floaty. Sucking off the demon always resulted in such a pleasant headspace where all that was important was to satisfy his partner with his mouth. It was like turning a switch inside of him; no matter how he felt before that, sucking Crowley’s cock and feeling it’s warmth inside of his mouth made his head feel all cozy, as if covered in a blanket.
Crowley’s hand found its way into Aziraphale’s hair and the angel was pulled off the demons dick much to Aziraphale’s dismay. There was a bit of drool in the corner of Aziraphale’s lips, a little reminder of the obscene task the angel has had up until now. He already missed the feeling of a cock in his mouth.
“This little wanton thing. He’s so sad to not have his mouth stuffed with a cock.”, Crowley’s finger brushed against Aziraphale’s lower lip, then forcing the angel’s mouth open. His thumb rested on the angel’s tongue who instinctively began to suck it.
“You look so embarrassing, angel.”, Crowley cooed as the fingers on his other hand scraped over Aziraphale’s scalp, making him whine. There was movement around him, whispering among the crowd and heavy feet skittling closer to them. Aziraphale barely noticed as he was still focusing on the delicious pain spreading all over his sensitive scalp and Crowley’s thumb in his mouth.
Shortly after the buzz around them died down again, Crowley removed his thumb, with Aziraphale’s disappointment and emptiness short lived as he felt the head of a hard dick against his lips. With Crowley’s hands still gripping the blond locks, his head got pushed forward, forcing the angel around the hard on.
However, Aziraphale quickly noticed that something was off. And when he realized that his mouth wasn’t intruded by Crowley’s length, he began to panic. He squirmed against the tight grip that was holding him in place and tried to protest, but the sounds coming from him were muffled and indiscernible, only making the demons around him smirk and laugh in amusement. He thrashed around as much as he could, trying to free himself but it was no use. Crowley, or whoever was even gripping his hair, was stronger than him.
The demon violating his mouth pushed himself further into the wet heat, hitting Aziraphale’s throat. The angel gagged and the demon laughed. He could not recognize the laugh but he knew that he did not like the sound of it.
Heavy tears were rolling down his cheeks as his struggling proofed itself to be pointless. His own cock was dripping with pre cum.
“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it, angel.”, Crowley’s free hand was caressing the angel’s cheek, the soft touch was a stark contrast to the roughness with which the unknown demon fucked his mouth.
“I know you’ve been longing for this.”, Aziraphale tried to shake his head but was only able to move it slightly from one side to the other. The demon pulled out his cock and the angel took a deep breath, his stupid body demanding air he didn’t need. The pause he was granted didn’t last long, as the thick cock was forced into his mouth, deeper than it was before. Aziraphale mumbled in protest and refrained his body from throwing up, his whole body trying to fight against him and the intrusion. The smell in his nose was off putting. The demon’s smell wasn’t as warm or as comforting as Crowley’s; where there once was the smell of cedar wood mixed with a slight smell of ashes, there now was a stinging scent reminding him of sulfur and something he couldn’t put his fingers on. He gagged again. He could have sworn that the demon used his gagging to push even further into him; he wasn’t even sure if that was possible.
Crowley was watching him carefully, enjoying every twitch of Aziraphale’s face. He really wanted to tear away the blindfold so he could look into the angel’s beautiful eyes as his mouth got fucked by another demon. He wanted to see the shame and the arousal in the blue irises, see the tears building up as the angel succumbed to his pleasure. The demon would like to hold intense eye contact with his partner as he taunts him, reminding him what a sinful whore he was, doomed to fall for his lust.
Crowley would never want to see Aziraphale fall from Grace. But the little demonic energy that was left in him longed to destroy everything holy the angel possessed.
He would not take off the blindfold. He wanted the angel to be unknowing of who would use him next.
The demon fucking Aziraphale’s mouth was groaning in pleasure, head thrown back and each thrust getting more and more hectic. He was close to coming and though he hasn’t used the angel’s mouth for long, the wet heat, the gagging and sobs, which added a pleasurable vibration, drove him wild. Internally Crowley rolled his eyes at the poor performance. He signaled another demon to come over, paying attention to choose one where his intuition told him that they wouldn’t hurt his angel. He would hate to end their scene by having to discorporate a demon.
The demon hurried over to him, visibly excited for this opportunity since most demons will never have the chance to get their hands on an angel. Just for good measure, he grabbed the demon’s shoulder and hissed “If you injure him, I’ll make sure Hell will become even worse for you” into the other’s ear. The demon nodded fearfully.
There was a loud, deep moan as the demon halted in Aziraphale’s mouth, his thighs twitching as the orgasm washed over him like a wave. The angel chocked and whined around the dick as the demon came into his mouth. It was so terribly disgusting and yet he enjoyed every drop that was given to him. He did not know if it was because he hated it so much, and the humiliation of having to do it anyway was turning him on or if he was more of a whore than he thought. He sobbed as his mouth was filled by a stranger’s semen. It didn’t taste as good as Crowley’s though.
Finally, the demon removed his pulsating dick out of the angel’s mouth, a few spurts of remaining come landing on Aziraphale’s face. He grimaced and spit out the rest of the come that he hasn’t already swallowed. His throat was raw and aching.
“Manners, Angel.”, Crowley warned him and Aziraphale mumbled a coarse apology under his raged breath. His whole body was shaking and his chest was heaving heavily. Crowley almost pitied his angel.
The other demon next to Crowley was ready, his trousers and boxershorts gone as he lined up in front of the angel. He pushed into the angel’s mouth rather carefully and thrusted lightly. Aziraphale could tell it was a different demon by his smell. This one’s stench wasn’t as overwhelming as the other one’s, yet it was far from comforting. He was wondering about the rather soft nature of the demon’s thrust, too shallow to touch the back of his throat and make him feel properly used. He cringed slightly when he realized that he missed his mouth getting violated.
Crowley was watching the display and he too found the performance of the demon rather lack-luster. He sighed and pushed the demon’s hips forward, forcing his shaft deep into Aziraphale who choked in surprise. The demon groaned in pleasure and halted.
“You’re fucking him, not making love to him. Don’t hold back, you’re a demon.”, the angel yelped as the demon pulled out of his mouth, only to enter him again, daring to push himself further down Aziraphale’s throat. He almost smiled in content as a few tears streamed down his face, brought forward with every thrust. His body was still struggling against the intrusion and he whimpered, suppressing his gagging as best as he could.
He was so painfully hard, his dick aching to be touched. He’d love to have a hand, anyone’s really, on his sensitive dick. His mind was filled with the dire desire to come as the dick fucked his mouth even more sore. He considered touching himself, but they’d surely notice. And he did not want anger Crowley. Or-
He considered, but embarrassing Crowley by being disobedient would probably cause him more harm than good. He kept his hand to himself, clutching them into a tight fist on top of his thighs. With every thrusts he clenched the fist, the knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Crowley was more satisfied now, though the demon could be even more fierce. I must have scared him, he thought to himself and chuckled slightly.
“See? That’s how you treat an angel!”, he said after having turned to the crowd. A few demons cheered excitedly, making Aziraphale once again aware of the crowd that was watching him. Oh how’d he love to lose the stupid blindfold and just look at their hideous faces and their lustful gaze.
The demon decided to come all over Aziraphale’s face, the spurts covering his tear-streaked cheeks and his soft curls. His blindfold was dirtied by a few spurts as well.
The next demon was already ready to go, his hard, thick cock begging to get sucked. Aziraphale was a bit surprised by the size and by the time the demon came inside of his mouth, not only his throat but his jaw was aching as well. The delicious pain reminded him of his rotten desires, of him being so unholy and undeserving of being an angel. He’d always felt so different from all the other angels, as if he didn’t belong to them, and owning up to his depravity, exploring it with Crowley really made him more confident than he’d ever been. While he might not be the ideal angel, he wouldn’t change his experience for anything else. He loved being this slutty and even more so, he loved making Crowley proud.
He did not need much more, he was so close, but it wasn’t enough yet. He groaned in frustration as another demon took his turn. Crowley smiled at Aziraphale’s evident dissatisfaction.
“Looks like that poor angel can’t come. What a shame.”, Crowley’s skinny hands wandered over Aziraphale’s back, touching him only so slightly. The angel shivered in responds and the hands wandered downwards, stroking the soft thighs while deliberately avoiding the aching cock. Aziraphale wished nothing more than for Crowley to wrap those beautiful hands around his erection and give him what he so desperately needed.
“Kind of odd if you consider that last time, he came untouched, right? Well, sucks for him.”, the fingers went up towards Aziraphale’s dick and the angel’s breath hitched in anticipation. Then, the soft touch disappeared and he moaned in disapproval.
“Hm, I wonder if you’ll ever be satisfied.”, Crowley’s black fingernails scraped Aziraphale’s back, leaving thin red marks on the otherwise light skin. The burning sensation made the angel moan around erection in his mouth. His mind felt so pleasantly empty.
Crowley decided to switch it up a bit, forcing the angel who was still satisfying the other demon on all fours. He gave the soft skin of his buttocks a few playful slaps and Aziraphale wished he’d hit him harder. But Crowley was only taunting him with those light slaps, not even enough to leave his skin reddened.
The demon fucking into the angel’s mouth picked up his speed, his thrusts becoming more and more shallow as he chased his high, finally coming into Aziraphale’s mouth with a satisfied grin.
Another demon lines up in front of Aziraphale, who was too far gone to keep count. It was a heavenly feeling, his head empty as he seemingly only existed to pleasure demons, demons who used him and his mouth merciless. He only vaguely noticed that someone, presumably Crowley, began to prepare his ass, those long fingers gliding in and out of him.
Aziraphale moaned in pleasure which the demon used to push himself into the warm mouth a tad bit further.
Crowley took his time preparing the angel, making sure he would draw out the stretching as long as he could, leaving Aziraphale’s heart racing in anticipation. Gasping around the length intruding his mouth, he tried to focus as much as he could on the sensation Crowley’s fingers provided him, though his head was swimming in lust.
Crowley withdrew his fingers and shortly left the angel with an uncomfortable emptiness, before lining up behind him, thrusting into his hole in one motion. Parts of the crowd whistled in approval. Aziraphale was pushed forward by the intrusion, his lips wrapping further around the length in his mouth, drawing a groan from the unknown demon he was currently pleasuring. Said demon grabbed his hair, thrusting into the wet heat as Crowley began to thrust as well, pushing himself into Aziraphale rather shallowly.
For the angel sandwiched between two huffing demons, it felt like an eternity before Crowley picked up his speed, now finally pushing himself into Aziraphale in earnest, bottoming out and forcing himself right in again. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the groans of the unknown demon filled the air, the crowd too mesmerize to disturb. Only occasionally there was a snark remark by one of the onlookers.
Crowley’s fingers gripped the soft skin of the hips in front of him hard enough to leave little red spots, that soon would develop into finger-sized bruises. Whenever the urge overcame him, he would slap the angel’s ass, which giggled with every deep, targeted thrust, making the angel yelp in surprise. Red handprints soon flourished on the milky skin.
The lucky demon tasked to entertain Aziraphale’s mouth was huffing and groaning with every thrust, trying his hardest to prolong the pleasure he felt. After all, he wanted to cherish this once in a lifetime opportunity as much as he could. But his whole body was aflame and he knew he wouldn’t last any longer. Grabbing the blond curls and yanking at them, forcing his dick as deep as he could, he finally came into the inviting mouth, head thrown back in pleasure.
Crowley grinned in satisfaction, halting far down in Aziraphale’s ass. He wanted his angel to enjoy this moment of being stuffed in every available hole, forced to take one stranger’s load after another. And Aziraphale appreciated the small pause, appreciated the short moment where he could focus on the warm thick liquid sliding down his throat and adding to his arousal. He was so painfully hard and making a mess on the floor.
But before Aziraphale was able to catch his breath, Crowley began to pick up speed again, thrusting into the angel in a fast pace. Unholy sounds of skin slapping and little whimpers of the angel were echoing in the room, underlining the filthy display. Word had spread throughout Hell quickly and ever since the show has started, demons have gathered in front of the wooden door, their ears peaked as they tried their best to pick up anything that would make their fantasies run wild. They’d love to see it with their own eyes, yet were only granted the occasional moan being heard through the old and heavy door.
Inside the room, tension was building up among the crowd as they watched Crowley slamming into the angel in suspense. The sounds coming from the angel’s plump lips, the gasps, the moans, the uncoherent words, riled them up, so much so that a few of them tried to get their hands on the angel’s skin. Crowley however would have none of that, stopping in his tracks and glaring at the demon.
“If you touch him, I will kill you.”, his voice was stern and there was no doubt among the crowd that he would go through with his threat. The greedy demon took a step back in fear and soon disappeared into the crowd.
The quick pause did not help Crowley prolong his orgasm any further and soon after picking up his speed again, he found his body tensing up, ready to release his pent-up pleasure. With only a few more deep thrusts, he halted inside the angel and groaned as he came into him. His hands grabbed onto the angel’s hips as if needing their support in order to not fall over. The scratches caused by his sharp nails were bleeding so slightly, the sting a pleasant sensation for Aziraphale. He felt Crowley’s cock pulsating inside him and the warmth spreading inside made him all fuzzy. When Crowley drew out, he sobbed at the lack of girth inside of him.
And with his own ignored erection still throbbing, being empty felt even worse.
Crowley used a miracle to tidy himself up, his clothes sitting neatly against his slim body with a simple snap. He saw Aziraphale twitching in pleasure, his muscle’s all tensed up. He knew that the angel was so close and was desperate to finish as well.
With a satisfied smile, he watched a bit of his own come trickling out of the poor angel’s hole.
“Aw, look at you. What a pleasant view.”, Crowley smiled in satisfaction, his heart swelling at the image presented in front of him. He longed to scoop up the angel in his arms, brush his finger through those soft curls and pamper him in praise. He wanted to leave kisses all over the tear-streaked face and watch Aziraphale come undone in his hands as he strokes him through an orgasm. But this was not the time or the place for such a display of affection and Crowley quickly decided against ending the scene here and continuing elsewhere. He was determined to end this in a way that would make Aziraphale’s knees weak for months to come.
“He still hasn’t come yet, what a pity. What do you think, should we show him some mercy?”, the demon turned toward the crowd and grinned, his eyes twinkling despite the low light in the room. The crowd unanimously shouted to just leave the angel in his pitiful state and Aziraphale groaned in frustration. His desperate mind was sure that he would just discorporate if he wasn’t allowed to come, though his rational self knew this shouldn’t be possible. But he did not want to try and find out.
“Ah, looks like someone isn’t too happy about this.”, Crowley laughed and guided the angel away from the chair he was still hunched over, bringing him onto his knees. Aziraphale missed the support of the chair already as his knees touched the cold floor. Crowley squatted down besides Aziraphale, forcing his legs apart with a determined motion. Aziraphale moved his legs without resisting, slightly shivering against the touch, his knees scraping over the floor. The angel’s cock was rock hard and leaking, on full display for the crowd to ogle at. Aziraphale could have sworn that he felt the eyes of the crowd burn into his skin.
The demon’s hand brushed over the reddened skin and the angel squealed, the muscles in his body clenching upon the touch.
“Maybe you’ll have to convince the crowd, angel. Beg for them, beg them for their mercy.”, Crowley cooed as he stroked his hard on with his skillful hands and Aziraphale bit his bottom lip almost hard enough to make it bleed.
“Please, I’m begging you.”, he whimpered, tears in his eyes that no one could see. His cheeks were heating up in shame again as he wriggled under Crowley’s touch – the demon’s hands still ghosting over his length was driving him crazy.
“Speak up, angel.”, the demon demanded, his hands coming to a halt. Aziraphale felt like he was ready to snap.
“Please, I need it, I need to come.”, he said loudly. Crowley flicked his hand and he felt just so incredibly close. Tears were streaming down his heated cheeks.
“I’ll do anything”, he sobbed desperately, “but please, I’m begging you.”, the words coming out between heavy breath and little moans. The demons in the crowd were watching intently as they watched the last remaining pride of the angel slowly dissolve, seeing him getting picked apart by Crowley’s teasing, devilishly skilled hands. It was enough to keep the angel wailing, but just not enough for him to finally come.
Crowley’s gaze was resting on his angel, noting every minor twitch of the angel’s tense muscles. He knew just how to taunt him, but while teasing his partner was a particular favourite of him, he’d love to see him come undone by him in front of a crowd of onlookers. And he would watch him in pride, knowing that only he was able to make his partner feel this way.
There were still a few demons opposed to letting the angel come. They wanted to see him utterly defeated, wanted him to continue begging for a release that would never come. But luckily, Aziraphale was Crowley’s pet, so he got to decide. And he had already decided.
“That’s a good slut. Come for me, angel. Show them how much you enjoyed them.”, as soon as the redhead said these words, Aziraphale felt the weight of the world lifted from his shoulder. The hand stroked his erection a few times, each stroke measured and oh so perfect, before Aziraphale’s whole body shook, collapsing under the pleasure and his climax. He moaned loudly, barely holding back a scream by biting his lip as he came once, but the hand was still stroking him, and shortly after he came again, as he let out all of the pent-up pleasure. He sobbed, overwhelmed and dizzy.
When he came to his senses, he felt the cold, hard concrete floor against his heated skin. The skin on his face felt sticky and he could feel his own cum trickling down his thighs. Distantly, he could hear Crowley say something, “- don’t bother me again.”.
Aziraphale smiled, though it was weak and hidden away from the onlookers. He felt someone lift him off the ground, a nice scent of wood mixed with a slight smell of ashes all around him before he was lulled back into a comfortable slumber as his sudden sleepiness overwhelmed him.