Here we go - our favorite couple hits the sheets (metaphorically) with Craig Huling. Sparks will fly!

Obviously, don't read this in mixed company.

And now a note from me: It is difficult enough writing smut that is both filthy and romantic. But when you add a third person, you add to it the problem of explaining logistics without getting overly mechanical, and changing "activities" occasionally without getting absurd.

On the same topic, I've always had a little bit of a pronoun problem, as I'm writing all-male characters tangling body parts. Mentioning their names too often feels weird, but if I keep using masculine pronouns randomly, it'll be confusing. So I did what I could.

This was a fun, titillating experience. But also challenging, and somewhat emotional. Please be kind.

And with all of that said, *gulp* on with the show! Enjoy!

THIS IS REAL

There was a heavy silence, which Crowley broke by asking, from his position in the doorway, "What have you always fancied doing, Huling? Let us into your mind, and we'll proceed along with you."

Huling took a deep breath, and sat down beside Aziraphale. He reached out with one hand, grasped Aziraphale's jaw, and pulled him in for a kiss. It remained merely a lip-lock for a few moments, and then their guest opened his lips, leading Aziraphale to do the same. He plunged a hungry tongue into the former angel's mouth, and groaned, grasping the other side of his jaw with the other hand.

At the groan, Crowley felt the first twinge. There was a touch of jealousy, yes, but mostly, there were naughty tingles below the waist. And it was just a kiss.

This was going to be bloody magnificent.

Aziraphale's hands continued to rest reservedly in his lap. Crowley said, "Reach out, angel, it's okay."

The next thing Huling knew, there was a hand on one of his thighs, and another on the side of his neck. The kiss deepened, and the two of them moved even closer together on the bed, pulling at one another just a bit.

Crowley now stepped into the room, closed the door (for some reason), and sat down in the armchair. He watched from a deceptively lazy pose, with interest, with lust, with barely-contained excitement. A kiss is just a kiss, but one that demonstrates coveting, Huling's rather desperate desire for one former angel… it was more than a kiss, probably to everyone in the room.

Aziraphale soon found that Huling's slippery mouth was now travelling down his jawline, planting kisses every inch or so.

"Oh, you are divine," the man whispered in his ear. "Just flawless. Delicious…" With that, he gave a lick behind Aziraphale's ear that caused the latter to make his first noise since the snogging began – a groan, and heavy inhalation. Spurred on by the reaction, Huling began to suck on the sensitive flesh just behind the ear, and just below. Aziraphale groaned again, grasping tightly at the man's arms, and a tent began to form underneath the bit of robe that was draped over his lap.

"That's so nice… it feels… it…" Aziraphale breathed.

The next thing he knew, he felt something loosely gripping his cock, through the fabric. "I understand," Huling whispered. "You don't have to finish that sentence."

He gave it a few gentle strokes, eliciting soft groans from both of them. "I can't believe this is real," he whispered, continuing to stroke, and also pulling open the upper portion of the soft grey robe, and planting kisses across Aziraphale's shoulder.

Huling then dropped to the floor and manoeuvred himself onto his knees in front of the object of his long-frustrated desire. He reached forward and tugged at the waist sash of the robe, and it came loose. Aziraphale lay back on his elbows, helping the garment open, and exposing his entire body, including a hard shaft with a bulbous purple head, laying heavily against his stomach.

He was nervous, and not as turned-on as he'd be were it Crowley kneeling there but he reminded himself this was all happening at Crowley's behest, for his pleasure. That thought helped. He stiffened, and looked to his left, as ever, to find his partner watching him intently. Crowley gave a naughty tip of the eyebrow.

Suddenly, Aziraphale found that he was plenty eager to have his member sheathed in a warm, tight, pulling mouth. The mouth of someone new – in theory, a foreign experience.

For a long few moments, Huling just sat back on his haunches and stared at him. His eyes seemed to rove over every inch of the nude body before him, his breathing seemed to be laboured, then hitched in his throat. Then he lurched forward and wrapped his hands possessively around Aziraphale's middle, and kissed his way across the slightly rounded stomach, and down… down…

Across the hips and pelvis, inner thighs…

He grasped the bobbing, stiffening phallus in his hand, stroked for about a minute, staring into Aziraphale's eyes. "I just can't get my mind round this… I've thought about this cock so many times."

Crowley gave his signature lusty laugh/groan, and there was the sound of a zip going.

"Oh yes?" Aziraphale asked, straining, breathless.

"Yes," Huling replied. "It has lived for a long time inside my mind. Never imagined it this magnificent. Never dared."

He licked his lips and examined the thing in his hand for a moment, then slid his mouth over the head of it, and all the way down, as far as he could go. All three men moaned at this. Crowley spat on his hand, and began to stroke himself.

Huling's mouth was taut, scorching, and slick. He worked it up and down Aziraphale's member, varied his speed, his strokes, his grip… it felt quite good. Better than good, actually. And to Aziraphale, being serviced by a newcomer felt decidedly different, which was, in and of itself, intensely stimulating. He felt the proper tightening, mounting, the usual involuntary moans escaping from him, even though Huling could not take the entire shaft in his mouth and down his throat as Crowley could. But he moaned and slurped, and compensated by using one hand at the base, and his tongue in wicked ways; his technique was new to Aziraphale, and thereore a little bit mind-blowing. His rhythm, depth and texture were different from Crowley's, the top of his head different from Crowley's, his slurps and moans different from Crowley's.

Aziraphale looked to his left one more time, to find Crowley slouched in the armchair, dick in-hand, pulling moderately hard, eyes glued to the scene.

"You're fucking gorgeous like that, angel," he growled, watching Huling's head bobbing in his partner's lap.

"Do you think so?"

"Lounging back all naked like a spoiled film star, robe spilling over your shoulders, eyes glazed over with lust, and getting sucked off by someone who can't bloody believe you're real. Yeah – gorgeous. I don't know how much longer I can just watch."

With a wet pop, Huling released the cock from his mouth. He asked Crowley with a little smile, "Would you like to reconfigure? I'd hate to be selfish."

"Since you asked…" Crowley said.

Huling stood up and took the opportunity to begin removing clothing, starting with his button-up shirt. Crowley did the same thing – only much less carefully. He climbed out of his clothes in record time, then went over to his side of the bed. He crawled across and encouraged Aziraphale to lie all the way down. Then he gave him an upside-down kiss on the mouth.

"Angel," Crowley cooed. "Do you remember a couple of weeks ago when we went to the symphony, and what we did in the loo?"

"Of course, my love."

"Dare I ask?" Huling said, pushing his trousers down his legs. Crowley had been hoping he would, indeed, ask.

Crowley lay on his side, leaning on one elbow, and explained, "He got on his knees for me during intermission, and I gave his mouth a deep fucking. He took it like a champ. Like a slut. Like always."

Huling was now completely naked, muscular, compact, his dick totally, admirably erect. He bent and picked up his trousers, reached into the pocket, and to the astonishment of both his hosts, casually tossed a bundle of condoms into the bed.

This had, of course, not occurred to either of them. In fact, Aziraphale wasn't even entirely sure of what they were, though could guess from context.

Huling noticed nothing amiss, and knelt once again between Aziraphale's knees, but only stroked the strong legs on either side of him, waiting to see what else would be said.

Aziraphale and Crowley were a bit stunned, then the former recovered himself, and spoke.

"I would gladly do it again," he cooed to his partner.

"I'm very glad to hear that. The reason I ask is, I'm wondering if you also remember what I said about mouth-fucking," Crowley asked, his voice low, intimate.

Aziraphale's speech and vision were somewhat clouded by their new friend's mouth now planting kisses once again inside of his thighs, still clearly listening to the lascivious conversation.

"I remember…" he breathed. "You said you could do it better. Make it feel like my mouth and throat were made for it."

"Mm-hm, if we had a bed, some room, and some time," Crowley lilted. "I believe that at this moment, we have all three."

"Just tell me what to do," Aziraphale said.

Crowley was already moving to stand up on his side of the bed. "Move toward me. Stay on your back, and hang your head off the bed."

Huling smiled a bit. "Do you think he can do it? That takes skill."

"I know he can," Crowley answered as Aziraphale situated himself.

Crowley bent his knees and eased his throbbing, leaking dick into his lover's mouth, then down his throat. Huling watched with fascination as the entire member disappeared between Aziraphale's lips. "Shit," he breathed, absently stroking his own cock. "He's fucking amazing."

"Oh, you don't know the half of it yet, Huling," Crowley moaned, bracing his hands on the bed, and beginning to thrust his hips. He went slowly, hoping to give his partner time to acclimate. He grunted as he buried himself to the hilt, then he pulled out again, only to repeat.

Huling crawled over Aziraphale and lowered himself down, resuming sucking, and now also rolling his tightened bollocks between nimble fingers. Crowley watched with fascination, tightening desire, every second seeing most of his angel's dick disappear into the mouth of someone else, and his own dick disappear into his angel's mouth. He began to thrust faster, swear harder, and long more and more for a big pop, and a gushing release.

If not his, then someone else's.

Crowley could now see Huling's arse muscles flexing against the edge of the bed. "Careful, Huling. We just dry-cleaned that comforter."

When Huling looked up, he winked.

Crowley held Aziraphale's temples steady, and now grunted each time his cockhead plunged into the willing throat. He worked himself up watching Huling, and vice versa. Aziraphale's hands were reaching up, grabbing for him, encouraging the back-and-forth, the penetration, the spreading of his own throat.

Although, for the first time, Aziraphale made a noise that could have been a protest. Both Crowley and Huling stopped short and pulled completely away, for fear of hurting, offending, suffocating, or otherwise displeasing the object of both their desires.

"What's wrong?" Crowley asked.

"Nothing. It's just that I also remember from our toilet-cubicle encounter, Crowley, that you wished to be able to fuck my mouth, and kiss it at the same time."

"I did say that."

"Well, I know from experience, Craig has an absolutely lovely mouth, one you would be very lucky to plunge your tongue into whilst you finish yourself off however you like."

Crowley and Huling locked eyes in a moment of, "Okay, what next?"

Then, Crowley moved over to the nightstand and extracted a bottle of lubricant and handed it to their guest. Huling set the bottle aside for the moment, and reached for a condom, and attempted to hand it to Aziraphale.

"Oh, er, I rather think you'd better do it. If nothing else, my hands are shaking," said the former angel, who had never even seen one out of its package and had no way of knowing what to do with it.

Huling smiled crookedly. "Mine too," he said, tearing the packet open. Aziraphale watched with interest as Huling's graceful hands rolled a thin layer of rubber over his aching dick.

"Extraordinary," he mused, without thinking, studying the tight fit.

"Will you need a bit of prying?" Crowley asked their guest, with a smirk, hoping he would say 'yes.'

"No, thank you. I took the liberty before leaving home."

"Smart man," Crowley sang. "Very well prepared. Though I confess to being disappointed."

Huling drizzled a generous amount of lube over Aziraphale's hard, sheathed, purple-mushroomed cock, and asked him, "You okay with this?"

"Of course," answered the former angel, straining his neck to see, as Huling used one hand to spread the slippery substance all over.

Crowley knelt and held up his companion's head for him, and the two of them watched with frenzied awe as Huling straddled Aziraphale's middle, and kneeling, guided the bulbous cockhead to his apparently already well-stretched rear passage.

He eased himself back as his ring got stretched even further, and groaned deeply for a moment with his eyes closed. "Still can't believe this is happening," he moaned, opening his eyes and locking them with Aziraphale's. He braced his hands against Aziraphale's rib cage and stared hard into the beatific blue eyes as he slowly let himself down the rest of the way, filling his hole. He was still for a few beats, savouring the moment, and then he threw his head back, and groaned, "Oh, this feels like Heaven."

And he began to move, still bracing against Aziraphale's chest, back and forth, all the way in, then nearly letting the ever-hardening cock slip away, but never quite, before filling himself again, with a delicious liquid moan. Aziraphale moaned in kind, at feeling himself pleasured, tightly pumped. He was trying to keep his eyes open to watch, but found his body on the rise, tightening like before, only with the anticipation of emptying itself into someone (actually, something) brand new. Everything about this was brand new.

Crowley continued to watch along with him, holding his angel's head against his shoulder. Huling's breath hitched, then quickened and he began to ride harder, Crowley whispered, "Holy fuck, this man is bloody lovely."

"Oh yes," Aziraphale moaned as his cock got milked by a taut, skilled, new arse. Huling's body was solid, smaller, more compact than either of theirs. He gave strong, curt movements, impaled his arse over and over like lightning, like a spring-loaded machine. His voice penetrated the air… he probably didn't even realise he was doing it, but he repeated, "Yes, yes, yes, yes…" over and over, each time his arse cheeks slapped against Aziraphale's body, and his backdoor was filled to the hilt.

Soon enough, without missing a stroke, he reached for the lube, and drizzled a bit along his own long-suffering cock. Then, he implored Aziraphale rather breathlessly, "Stroke it for me, would you? Please?"

"Mm, yes, of course… with… oh… pleasure… oh…" Aziraphale panted, taking hold, beginning to stroke, preparing to finish off their guest.

"Oh, that's it, angel," Crowley growled, watching his partner's hand slip back and forth over Huling's dick, ready to blow. "Pull hard and fast. Make him shoot off like a cannon... make a big mess!"

"I'm close, too..." Aziraphale moaned, feeling his whole body stimulated, mounting, mounting...

"Interesting," Crowley cooed. "Who's going to lose their load first, eh? Let's see what happens!"

Huling rode harder, he cursed, his eyes watered, and were fixed upon Aziraphale's face, the mouth gaping open, the blue eyes dilated with painful pleaure, the rosy cheeks, the sweat gathering…

"Oh, it's going to be me," he said. "I'm going to come first… now… all over you… all… over… oh my God, you..."

And with that, thick white cream came gushing out in spurts, splattering Aziraphale's stomach, fist, and wrist. Huling's crackling exhalation filled the room like a series of tightly-popping balloons, and his eyes continued to water, but he refused to look away from the amazing man beneath him. He couldn't bear to pull his attention off any aspect of this moment.

His come felt warm and wet against Aziraphale's skin, and he absolutely adored hearing the moans of pleasure from a completely new source. He also adored the sight of Huling staring into him in total disbelief as he lost control and came, and the relieved, contented smile that spread over his lips as his cock finished spurting, and the last bits oozed out, abating the tension and torture.

But he never stopped moving, never stopped pumping that dick he fancied, with his whole body, letting his arse take it, then lose it.

"Shit." Crowley spat, and he stood back up, positioned Aziraphale's head to his advantage, and plunged his dick back into the willing mouth and throat.

As soon as Aziraphale felt his throat stretched this time, he couldn't hold on anymore and began to release gushes of warm, wet pleasure whilst buried in Huling's arse.

He was lucid enough, somehow, to realise that he was coming into a rubber barrier that kept his emission from entering a near-total stranger's body, and that thought, he found, was comforting. Something could be kept back for himself and Crowley, seemingly without sacrificing any of the pleasure. At least, not that he could tell.

Huling felt the thick shaft in his back chute pulsating and releasing for just a few seconds, his insides gripping and milking an orgasm out of this beautiful man. And then, his mouth was claimed by Crowley's.

Crowley shoved his dick back and forth between his lover's lips dissolutely, fucking that wet opening without qualm, bracing his hands against the edge of the bed, and his lips and tongue against those of Huling. His angel had been correct – Huling had a hot, willing, skilled mouth that was absolutely delicious to kiss, and might itself be rather delectable to fuck, but Crowley reckoned he shouldn't be greedy.

The two of them snogged noisily, shamelessly, enthusiastically over Aziraphale's body, as it finished spasming. Crowley thrusted for another minute, though he could have lost his load all over the place from the moment Huling had begun servicing Aziraphale. He'd been holding back and back and back and back… but this instant held everything in it that he could ever ask for, orchestrated, once again, by the most gorgeous former angel in the known universe…

And he pulled back, because he wanted, like Huling, to look upon that amazing creature's face while pleasure consumed him, and an explosive release gushed out of him.

He cursed again, and held Aziraphale's head up with one hand, and with the other hand, wanked out a spray of come on his angel's neck and chest, all the while admiring everything he could see – his lover's rosy, shocked face, Huling's beautiful, heaving body, the wet pools of slippery cream all over Aziraphale's torso.

He groaned hard. "Fuck!" he shouted predictably as the last of it went 'pop' and his vision blurred for a second, and he fell to his knees.

Aziraphale sat up, bracing on his elbows his lower body still pinned by Huling's weight. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," Crowley answered, unconvincingly, recovering his faculties. "It's just… well, that was intense."

"Mm, it was," Aziraphale agreed. He dragged one finger from his clavicle all the way down to his abdomen, pulling it through pools of come, from both men.

"Are you going to need a shower?" Huling asked with a little laugh.

"If you don't mind," Aziraphale said.

Huling nodded, and set about extracting himself from the situation.

"Crowley, perhaps some gelato for our friend, while you wait?"

"Yeah, sure," Crowley panted from the floor.

We still have one more chapter of fun with this trio. Emotions will run deeper in the next bit.

Sooooo… thoughts on this chapter? Feelings? Please review - I'm really champing at the bit to hear from all of you! Even if you've never reviewed before!