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“I can tell you are trying not to tell me something,” Aziraphale sighs, slightly exasperated buts till fond. “Go on. Out with it,” he whispers.
“Angel.”
“Hmmm…”
Crowley tries not to squirm. He is enjoying the weight of Aziraphale lying on top of him, playing with Aziraphale’s curls while the other hand is wishing to be longer so he could caress all the way down the broad back and over the curves of the angel’s ass. Instead, he runs his hand over Aziraphale’s shoulders and realises he’s whimpering slightly from want. How embarrassing. He lifts his head and kisses the top of Aziraphale’s.
“Am I crushing you dear?”
“What? No. Not all, I was just thinking how I am enjoying this and…”
“Yes?” Aziraphale shifts a little and Crowley can feel he’s half hard against his thigh.
Crowley gives in, dignity be damned and whispers his request to Aziraphale.
“You want a what?”
Crowley gives the angel a moment to consider.
“Please.”
A couple of minutes later, Crowley knows he is flushed all over with arousal and delicious shame and he’s approximately as tall as Aziraphale’s hard cock and now standing astride it. The cock is lying on Aziraphale’s belly, the expanse of which rises in front of the demon as he is awash with lust and desire for the angel.
Yes, he asked for Aziraphale to let him lie under his hard cock and play with it when he shrinks his body, but he’s not going to pass up an opportunity like this and he sits astride the cock first, knowing he is wet for him and Aziraphale will feel it.
“Crowley,” Aziraphale moans, clearly unsure how to react to Crowley wanting him like this.
Crowley leans back to caress Aziraphale’s balls for a moment. Soft. He comes back to bend down to kiss along the hard length under him. Moves along, rubbing himself on the ridge at the bottom of Aziraphale’s erection. Humping him really, he's so thick and hard, Crowley goes faster and faster and it takes no time at all before he’s gasping through his orgasm, the cock twitching under him.
After Crowley calms down a little, he slips off the cock and moves higher, pushing his hand into the slippery pool of precome that leaked onto Aziraphale's skin. He bends to kiss the head of the cock, enjoying the hardness of it, running his palm over the warm skin. It’s so soft under his lips too. He tries to manoeuvre himself under but Aziraphale has to help as his cock is too wide and too heavy for Crowley to move.
“Fuck,” Crowley groans when the cock is carefully lowered over him. “Fuck.”
He embraces the hot thickness, the weight of which crushes him a little this time and realises Aziraphale is stroking himself with his fingertips too. Crowley licks and sucks on the soft skin within his reach, arms and legs wrapped around the cock, relishing the felling of it resting on top of him. He tries to stroke Aziraphale, but he really is too small. He can however angle his hips so he can rub his clitoris into the cock and he comes, shaking, moments later. Bliss. He lies panting under the cock, breathing deeply. The scent of aroused Aziraphale everywhere. Crowley spends so much time already with his face buried in Aziraphale's crotch but this is a remarkable new experience.
He shuffles up after a bit of a rest and decides to play with Aziraphale’s foreskin, pushing it with his palms up and down over the head of the cock which he licks as best as he can. He rubs the frenulum, arms stretched around Aziraphale who moans, his belly shaking under Crowley who rubs himself into the world best weighted blanket and comes again.
He’s not even sure how much of it all Aziraphale can feel but he moves higher still so he can press his mouth into the slit, pushing his face into the slippery substance leaking from Aziraphale in his arousal, licking and groaning, moving himself onto his knees for leverage - on his knees, as he so often is for the angel, licking into him with abandon.
Crowley is embracing the cockhead, playing with the foreskin, his face buried in the pink slit when he hears his name gasped and the erection in his arms jerks and he gets a face-full of come, coating him, his hair, his whole body as Aziraphale starts coming.
Crowley groans and drinks and licks and then pushes himself to lie in the thick puddle, on his back, legs spread and lets the next gush of thick warm come hit him against his cunt, coating his entire body as he lies on Aziraphale's belly. He shoves fingers into himself, covered in come and rubs himself frantically as the last of Aziraphale’s come lands over his body and into his open gasping mouth.
Before it all gets too sticky, Aziraphale cleans them with a miracle and restores Crowley into his usual size, as the demon is too wrung out to do much but collapse next to his angel.
“That was – thanks angel. You are as much a freak as I am.”
“Well, it was certainly, an experience,” Aziraphale replies, kissing Crowley’s mouth gently.
“If I wasn’t so horny I’d have enjoyed your cock resting on me for longer. It felt marvellous.”
“Marvellous, eh?”
“Shut up. I can use long words as well you.”
“Hmm, I never said…” Aziraphale stops. “Does that mean you will want to…?”
“Oh absolutely, I’ll do it again. Did you – er, enjoy it?”
Aziraphale is quiet for a moment, and Crowley worries he said something wrong. “It was - a striking visual experience. But yes darling, I would.”
“Good. Now, roll on top of me again angel. Please.”
And Aziraphale embraces the demon, rolling partly over him, and some minutes later, they are both happily asleep.