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“C’mon, angel. Let’s go,” Crowley said, placing his hand on the curve of Aziraphale’s back. It took everything in him to hold back from leaning completely into Crowley’s touch as he was guided into the lift back to Earth, but with Muriel and Saraqael’s eyes on them, he wouldn’t dare take what he wanted.
Aziraphale had miracled an outfit for Crowley that allowed him to blend into Heaven, though it wasn’t really that important anymore, and it ended up being more of a problem for him than he anticipated. Crowley always looked good, and he had unknowingly been tempting Aziraphale since before the beginning, so that itself was nothing new. The angel had been inspired by the demon’s usual outfit of the last couple of decades, changing up the color scheme to suit Heaven’s. One thing he hadn’t expected, however, was that beige hid a lot less than black.
While Aziraphale had regularly checked out Crowley over the years, he had learned to ignore the demon’s lithe body, for his sake and for Crowley’s, unsure until recently about Crowley’s feelings. That simply couldn’t be done now, with the tight beige pants leaving nothing to his imagination. Crowley didn’t seem to notice just how distracting the swell of his arse was, seeming as nonchalant as ever as he swung his hips with each step. Yet with every second they spent in Heaven, Aziraphale could feel his effort twitching with interest, begging to be acknowledged.
Crowley leaned up against the wall of the elevator, casually pushing the button for Earth, as if the universe’s very existence wasn’t at risk. As soon as the doors slid closed, Aziraphale turned to him, eyes desperate and pleading. “Crowley. Stop time, please! Like you did during Armageddon. Please… I need….”
“Angel,” he sighed, unsure if he would be able to pull it off again, especially with the looming threat of deletion. But something in the angel’s voice changed Crowley’s mind, and he decided that he would do anything to do as Aziraphale requested. Crowley ground his teeth together, willing time to stop. “There. We don’t have long, though, angel. I don’t know how long I can hold it on a good day, much less with the Book of Life’s destruction.”
Aziraphale didn’t want to waste a second of their stolen time and went directly to Crowley, grabbing onto his enticing hips. “You have no clue what you do to me,” he whispered before leaning in to capture Crowley’s lips with his own.
Crowley let out a confused hum, muffled by the press of Aziraphale’s mouth against his. The demon had always been able to adjust much faster than Aziraphale, and that was no different in an intimate setting, if their two kisses were anything to go off of. Within a fraction of a second, Crowley lit up and wrenched his fingers into white curls, responding enthusiastically with a groan as he tilted his head to slot their mouths tighter together.
The angel gave Crowley’s hips an experimental squeeze, indulging in the desperate sound that escaped Crowley, before sliding his hands to cup Crowley’s arse. “Wait!” Crowley gasped, breaking his lips apart from Aziraphale’s. He forced himself to let go of Aziraphale’s hair, resting his trembling hands against Aziraphale’s chest instead. “Are you sure you want to choose me?”
Aziraphale’s heart sank. He was only just coming to realize how much he had shattered Crowley when he left him behind. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. Everything you said, back in our bookshop, you were right. If we survive this, I want to spend… I can’t go another day without showing you how much I love you, Crowley. And if we don’t make it, please, can we at least have this?” he asked, carefully keeping his hands still, just in case Crowley’s feelings had changed in the years since they last spoke.
The demon swallowed harshly, mumbling a string of nonsensical sounds. Aziraphale waited. Crowley had been so patient with him in the past; it only seemed right to return it now. The weight of Crowley’s cool hands on his chest was a good sign, and his light, absentminded caress was an even better one.
He saw it when Crowley decided that the reward (Aziraphale) was worth the risk–well, risks (being vulnerable, certain death, another rejection). A split second later, Crowley sprang forward like the snake he was and pressed hot, wet kisses against Aziraphale’s jaw. Between open-mouthed kisses, he worshipped Aziraphale with his words. “Love you, angel. So. Much.” Each word was separated with increasingly heated kisses, to the point that Aziraphale expected to be covered in mottled, purple bruises. If that wasn’t torturous enough, Crowley took the lobe of Aziraphale’s ear between his teeth and whispered directly into his ear, his hot breath ghosting across the sensitive skin. “Aziraphale, I need you to fuck me.”
Normally, Aziraphale would bristen at such crude language, and insist it would be love-making, not fucking. But with Crowley already so close to him, the image of his long legs fresh in his mind, and the feel of his arse-cheeks under his fingertips, Aziraphale could only let out a moan as his hips stuttered forward, revealing just how much of an impact Crowley had on him.
The demon’s head whipped back, eyebrows flying above his dark lenses, and gaped incredulously at the angel, usually so composed. “Hush,” Aziraphale groaned, taking advantage of the angle to capture Crowley’s lips again.
He licked into Crowley’s mouth, wanting to get a proper taste of him. As they kissed, Aziraphale gained the confidence to grip Crowley tighter, pushing him up the wall, where the impact from all their kissing made itself known. Aziraphale stepped closer to Crowley, who spread his legs to accommodate him, and the hard line in his pants strained against the angel’s soft stomach. It was hot like hellfire pressing into his skin. Crowley whined into Aziraphale’s mouth, who thought the taste of that sound rivalled any dessert he had ever tried, as the demon’s usually smooth hips jerked forward in search of friction.
“Please, angel,” Crowley keened, practically begging for Aziraphale. Aziraphale had thought he couldn’t get any harder. He was wrong.
As much as he had tried to limit his indulgences as of late, Crowley was the one thing Aziraphale could never resist for long. So, Aziraphale lowered Crowley to his feet, much to both their chagrins, to have access to his hands again. For all that he loved seeing Crowley in those pants, he needed them off. Now.
The blonde’s fingers itched to unzip Crowley’s pants and figure out how to extract Crowley from them, but he knew they were running out of time. There would be plenty of time for lazy undressing later, once they succeeded, but now he had to miracle their pants away with a quick snap. Efficient, but rather unsexy.
With another snap, he manifested a bottle of lube and looked up questioningly at Crowley, wondering if he needed to work Crowley open on his fingers. “Don’t bother,” Crowley responded impatiently, and reached out to take the bottle from Aziraphale, “Tight schedule and all.”
Crowley poured lube onto his hands, trying to warm it with his hands, though he knew his cool touch probably wouldn’t do much. When it was as warm as it would get, Crowley reached out to gently grab Aziraphale, stroking him as he slicked him up. The demon watched closely as Aziraphale sighed and his eyes fluttered shut in pleasure, and he couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss, a sweetness to contrast the dirtiness of what they were about to do.
Fueled by a lurch of lust and love deep in his belly, Aziraphale pushed Crowley against the wall again, one hand returning to the swell of his arse while his other grabbed Crowley’s, tangling their fingers together against the elevator. Instinctually, Crowley’s free hand sought purchase around the angel’s shoulders and his legs wrapped around Aziraphale’s hips, where it would take only the slightest move for Aziraphale to be engulfed by Crowley’s warm heat.
Time was already frozen, but the moment seemed to drag on forever, silent except for the pair’s heavy breathing. Aziraphale, still holding Crowley’s hand, pushed the dark glasses from Crowley’s face and up into his hair, tangling between red and white curls. “There you are,” he whispered as he admired Crowley, slotting their lips together in a loose kiss.
Without any other preamble or warning, Aziraphale returned their hands to the wall above Crowley’s head, gripping it as if his life depended on it, and pushed his cock through Crowley’s ring of tight muscle. Their schedule wasn’t the only tight thing, Aziraphale was learning.
He wasn’t sure when his eyes had screwed shut, but he forced them open to watch Crowley’s face as he sunk deeper inside the demon. The sight of Crowley falling apart on his cock was the most beautiful thing he had seen in 6,000 years. Yellow eyes flitted around Aziraphale’s face, overwhelmed by the drag of Aziraphale inside of him, and flushed lips fell open in a silent moan. Once he bottomed out, their hips flush together, Aziraphale paused to catch his breath and give Crowley a moment to adjust to the stretch.
“You’re perfect,” Aziraphale softly said and wished that he had thought to say it more when they weren’t worried about if the universe was going to exist an hour from then.
Crowley dropped his head to the crook of Aziraphale’s shoulder with a low whine, “Fuck me, angel. I’m begging here.” As if he had a choice, what with the filth coming from Crowley’s mouth.
Aziraphale pulled his hips back before driving them back in, sending sparks of pleasure through his spine. His movements started jerky, the foreign tightness of Crowley’s hole and the drag of his cock through its heat distracting Aziraphale from setting a steady pace or rhythm. It didn’t seem to be a problem for Crowley, however, who reacted rather loudly to each pump of Aziraphale’s hips. By comparison, the angel was quieter, letting out tiny, breathy huffs as he plunged into Crowley.
After Aziraphale finally seemed to get his bearings a little more, Crowley dug his fingers into the blonde’s shoulder, dragging Aziraphale in as close as possible. “For the sake of all that is holy, harder!” Crowley whimpered, wanting Aziraphale to leave him aching and sore when they left the elevator and stopped Michael.
He didn’t need to be asked twice in this state, focused only on chasing their pleasure and eliciting more of those delightful sounds from Crowley's throat. Aziraphale pulled his hips away until only his tip remained inside Crowley before slamming back in with a groan, hitting Crowley’s most sensitive spot. Crowley wailed in ecstasy, spurring the angel on.
With each movement of their bodies, Crowley’s cock brushed against the silky fabric of Aziraphale’s suit jacket, where a wet smear of precum was growing. Neither was going to last much longer at this rate, which unfortunately was good because Crowley could feel his control of time slipping just as much as he was losing control of the heat building in his stomach.
“Aziraphale!” Crowley warned with a deep moan, sinking his teeth into the strong line of the blonde’s shoulder. He continued with the same force, driving his cock in and out, forcing himself to hold out until Crowley succumbed to the pleasure. After only a few more pumps, Crowley came with a shout, shuddering as thick ropes of wet heat shot between them. Aziraphale was already so close himself, but the final straw that broke his composure was the fluttering and clenching of Crowley’s arsehole as he came untouched.
He buried himself deep inside Crowley, groaning lowly as he filled Crowley up with his cum. They stayed like that as they caught their breaths and came down from their highs. “God, I love you, Crowley,” Aziraphale whispered as he gazed into his yellow eyes.
Crowley leaned down to kiss the words from Aziraphale’s lips with a satisfied hum. “I love you too, angel,” he said, separating from the embrace faster than he would’ve liked to find his balance on his own legs again. “As soon as we finish up with the Book of Life shit, I’m gonna need you to take me back to your shop and fuck me on every surface there. Immediately.”
Aziraphale scoffed fondly and swatted at Crowley’s still bare arse. “Quite right, my dear. But I’d like to make love with you in our bookshop,” he replied, emphasizing the changes in vocabulary now that his mind was clearer.
The demon rolled his eyes and slipped the dark lenses in front of them again before Aziraphale could see just how much affection shone in them. “Whatever you say, angel.”
With a snap of his lithe fingers, Crowley redressed them in their trousers and made the cum on their shirts disappear. It wouldn’t do well to approach Michael in their debauched state, though it was unlikely that either of them would forget the hidden stains of their love. It would make more sense to have miracled them back in their regular clothes. Still, Crowley was reluctant to push the memory of their escapade aside, not to mention the way that Aziraphale’s face flushed as his eyes dropped immediately to Crowley’s hips as soon as he was clad in those tight pants again.
He smirked and reached out for Aziraphale’s hand, clasping it tightly. “You ready?” he asked, poised to let time resume.
“Wait!” Aziraphale exclaimed, turning quickly to cup Crowley’s face. He pulled him down and into a deep kiss. Crowley wanted to chase his angel’s mouth when they finally broke apart, but he tamped the urge down at the sight of Aziraphale’s mouth setting in a hard line, fiery determination burning bright in his eyes. That’s right. Save the universe first, make love to Aziraphale second.
Aziraphale gave a curt nod and squeezed Crowley’s fingers tightly, permitting him to lift the freeze on time.
The next morning, Crowley woke up to the tickle of soft curls brushing against his chin and dry lips exploring the vast expanse of exposed skin down his chest. He mumbled a quiet greeting to the angel, but sat back and let his skin light up at the soft touch. Once he felt more awake, he growled and flipped them around so that Aziraphale was on his back against the mattress. “So gorgeous,” Crowley murmured, licking a stripe up the hollow of Aziraphale’s throat to his mouth, meeting his lips in a sleepy kiss.
“We survived, angel. So, where do you wanna make love first today? We’ve got a whole bookshop to explore,” he said, hissing the words “make love” out of demonic mischief, though he couldn’t deny his swell of pride at the fact that he and Aziraphale could do that now.
Aziraphale laughed, kissing the tip of Crowley’s nose. “Let’s just start with another round in bed, alright? We’ve got eternity to spend together, my dear.”
Crowley purred at that, leaning down to whisper directly in Aziraphale’s ear, the tempter that he was, “What would you say to us getting a place in the country together? A little cottage with a garden and a reading nook. Where nobody would bother us, and we could be as loud as we want.”
His stomach fluttered at the thought of a cottage that they could make into their second home together, but he also couldn’t ignore the twitch of his cock at Crowley’s implications. “Foul fiend!” Aziraphale accused affectionately. He paused, really thinking it over, and by the time a fond smile grew across his face, Crowley knew Aziraphale was going to indulge. “I’d say, temptation accomplished!”
Crowley smirked, snaking his hand in between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Aziraphale’s hardening effort, and captured Aziraphale’s mouth with his own to muffle the angel’s appreciative sounds. This was going to be a perfect way to spend eternity, Crowley thought as he fought his lovestruck smile from impeding their kisses.