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“And where does the fucking fourth button go?” Crowley grumbles as soon as the lift doors close.
Aziraphale sighs and pouts, “You are better off not knowing. Now strip.”
“Wot?”
“I mean, I do enjoy how you’ve dressed very much like me, but,” Aziraphale snaps his fingers and the lift halts. He quickly wonders where it is they have stopped. Well. Might have been anywhere.
“Clothes. Off.”
“Angel?”
“Crowley, dearest, look. I have no idea if this is going to work or not. Any of it. So did you or didn’t you ever dream of having my cock up your pretty arse?”
“Ngkkkkk.”
“Exactly. I thought so.”
“Angel.”
“Yes dear.” Crowley almost faints when Aziraphale’s lips suddenly get so very close to his. “Is there something wrong?”
“Hnnnggg, your clothes Archangel. Please.”
Aziraphale looks down at himself and frowns. His grey suit dissolves and is replaced with his usual tones.
“Fuck.”
“Well, I was getting there.”
“Fuck you.”
“Perhaps one day. Now. I think we have something to remedy here,” Aziraphale touches Crowley’s jaw gently, looking into his eyes, glasses on the floor somewhere. “May I?”
“I – I meant to... That wasn’t - fuck, Aziraphale I didn’t…” Crowley tries to gather up powers of speech but it’s useless.
“I know dear. It wasn’t our greatest moment, but I understand.”
“Angel. It was a pretty fucked up thing to do. I didn’t-“
“Crowley.”
“Uhm.”
“Remember what I said?”
“Yeah? You. Forgave-“
“Yes. You know why?”
Crowley nods. “I do, I just-“
“Shush my dear, now let me hold you,” Aziraphale brushes his lips over Crowley’s, who moans and opens his mouth. He feels his Heaven outfit dissolve from his skin. Nothing replaces the fabric, only Aziraphale’s hands that slide over his back.
“This is not what I-“
“Nothing is like what I wished for Crowley. I never wanted the job. I never wanted to set a foot in Heaven ever again. I only wanted,” Aziraphale whispers into Crowley’s mouth and pushes his tongue inside, Crowley’s knees buckling under him. “Do you want me?”
“Are you fucking,” Crowley choke-sobs, “kidding me. Please. Supreme Archangel. Fuck me.”
“Hmmm,” Aziraphale trails kisses down Crowley’s neck. As he wanted to for so long. His hands sliding down over Crowley’s hips, over his ass. He presses himself into Crowley who whines.
“If I discorporate from this, I’m not sure I can get another body.”
“I’ll make you a new one from dirt darling, let me just learn all the crevices first,” Aziraphale whispers into Crowley’s ear, sliding his fingers between Crowley’s cheeks.
Crowley lifts his leg, curving it around the angel. His cock completely hard between them and in the next moment, in Aziraphale’s warm hand. He groans. Crowley looks down between them then, cries out and comes all over Aziraphale’s waistcoat.
“Darling,” Aziraphale kisses Crowley’s panting lips. “Gorgeous. Well done.”
“Angel, I-“
“Don’t you dare apologise. Not for this.”
Aziraphale’s clean hand slides into Crowley’s hair and wraps around his head as he kisses the demon again.
“Why did you doubt me my love.”
“I- I think. I think I doubted myself really. I never thought what you were doing was wrong. Just that I wasn’t-“ Crowley stops.
“You are enough Crowley. You always are. Even if you need to say no. Do you understand? You can say no to me. And I will love you anyway.”
“Angel,” Crowley starts sobbing as Aziraphale’s kisses him softly over his face and shoulders, those strong fingers slide over his skin, his nipples. Aziraphale’s mouth is everywhere and he’s so hungry, so warm, so solid.
“Please. Aziraphale. Even if we have just this once, please.”
Crowley touches Aziraphale’s face to bring it back to his. “Please.” He kisses him, trying to get between them to undo the angel’s trousers and free the hard cock he can feel pressed into him. “Please.”
“Crowley,” Aziraphale breathes and lifts Crowley easily into his arms, Crowley’s legs around his hips. “Are you sure?”
“Aziraphale, you have my come all over yourself. Yes, I’m bloody sure.”
Crowley moans when he hears the zipper on Aziraphale’s trousers being undone. If he prayed, he’d pray to hear this sound a few billion times yet. After this, all thoughts are gone.
There is just Aziraphale and his warm body and his thick cock pushing into him and it’s perfect, perfect as if they’ve done this a million times. Crowley knows he’s moaning and he’s holding on to Aziraphale’s shoulders and then there’s nothing at all.
“What the fuck happened.” Crowley wakes in the Bentley. He’s back in his usual outfit.
“Well, we’ll have to work on not getting you overwhelmed dearest. Next time. Pizza?”