Aziraphale and Crowley had been drinking for most of the night in the backroom. Empty bottles littered the coffee table as well as the floor, and they were doing their best to add more to the collection. At some point during the night Aziraphale had moved from his armchair to join Crowley on the sofa.
Crowley held a wine glass in each hand while Aziraphale carefully - and drunkenly - poured the wine, sticking his tongue out in concentration.
Aziraphale placed the empty bottle back onto the table, took his glass from Crowley's hand, and then settled back against the cushions. "'S'been too long," Aziraphale slurred. "Where've you been anyway? Not seen you in ages."
"I've been very busy," Crowley explained. He took a quick sip of his wine. "Had an assignment from Hell."
Crowley hated receiving assignments. He much preferred being left to his own devices and being allowed to come up with his own schemes - partly because that meant he could just sit back and claim the credit for whatever nonsense the humans had recently come up with, but it was mostly because the assignments tended to be quite horrible.
Aziraphale grimaced. "Nothing too distasteful I hope."
Crowley snorted. "Everything Hell does is distasteful. They have no style." He pulled a face. "I had to tempt a human into cheating on his wife."
Crowley downed his drink, entirely missing the look of shock and horror on Aziraphale's face.
"I was very cunning," Crowley said proudly. "I introduced him to this woman in the bar, and she happily went with him even though she knew he was married. Two souls tainted at once! Two birds with one stone!"
Afterwards, Crowley made sure the man's wife found out he was a cheating arsehole, ditched him, and got with the hot guy from book club instead.
Aziraphale looked relieved. "Oh, so you don't have to get involved in that sort of thing yourself then?"
"Eww! No! That guy was sleazy as Hell. Wouldn't touch him with a bargepole."
"Oh, good. I was worried that Hell wanted you to... you know. Expected you to get intimately involved."
Crowley pulled a face. "Nah. 'course not. I can't have sex with humans anyway."
"You can't?"
Crowley glanced at Aziraphale, he'd thought it was obvious that he couldn't. "Using my powers to stop humans from noticing the eyes takes a certain amount of… concentration. S'why I always wear the sunglasses."
Aziraphale nodded in understanding. "So... You've never been with a human before?"
"Nah," said Crowley, shaking his head. "And there's the teeth and the tongue. Plus I'm scaly in places."
Aziraphale looked fascinated. Crowley was finding this conversation exciting. They'd never talked about sex before - Crowley hadn't dared - and he was delighted that Aziraphale was listening so intently.
"And there's the wings I suppose," Aziraphale added.
"Wings?" Crowley said. He wasn't sure what Aziraphale meant, his wings were one of the only demonic parts of himself that he could keep hidden.
"Yes. You know – the way they always pop out at the end. When you finish." Aziraphale let out a chuckle. "That'd give any human a scare!"
Crowley's eyes went wide.
The smile vanished from Aziraphale's face. "Er... Do yours not do that? I thought it happened to everyone." He started wringing his hands together, his face going red. "I thought it was normal."
Aziraphale hunched over, clearly feeling humiliated, and Crowley couldn't stand the thought of Aziraphale being ashamed of this - or of regretting sharing this with him.
"Probably is normal," Crowley said quickly. "I don't know how it is for other demons. Maybe it's unusual that my wings don't."
In the back of Crowley's alcohol-addled brain, he was vaguely aware that he'd just revealed that he'd never had sex with a demon or a human before and had therefore never had sex with anyone.
Aziraphale smiled awkwardly. "I don't know how it is for other angels either. It's never come up in conversation." Aziraphale let out a little laugh, and then his brow creased together. "Why do angels always keep their wings hidden then? Even in Heaven? I always thought it was because it was considered indecent to have them on show, but now I'm not so sure."
Crowley stared into his wineglass thoughtfully. "Hmm. Demons always hide their wings too. I always thought it was because wings are big and unwieldy – and Hell is super cramped. But I bet it's your reason. I bet it's the same reason we don't all wander about with our bits hanging out."
Aziraphale let out a laugh, and then looked away nervously.
Crowley was concerned that Aziraphale was going to change the subject. He really wanted to learn more. "So. Uh. You've never been able to go with a human either then? 'Cause of the wings?"
Aziraphale nodded.
"I always thought - because you have normal eyes and stuff – that humans wouldn't be able to tell you weren't one of them. Do your wings pop out every time?"
Crowley half expected Aziraphale to tell him to stop asking such personal questions, but Aziraphale just nodded again. A thought occurred to Crowley and he couldn't stop himself from voicing it. "The first time... were you wearing clothes?"
Aziraphale giggled, his cheeks bright red. "Yes! I was wearing pajamas! My wings tore right through the shirt. Quite a shock!"
They both started to giggle.
"I suppose you need to make sure your back is uncovered then. Or you can have your wings out from the start."
"Sometimes I have my wings out from the start, but..." Aziraphale hesitated, he seemed to be considering if he should say more. "It feels nice when they pop out at the end," he admitted.
"Yeah?" Crowley shifted to hide the bulge forming in his trousers. This conversation was going to fuel a lot of guilty fantasies later.
Aziraphale shifted closer, voice low and conspiring, as though he were revealing his deepest secrets, which he absolutely was, and Crowley felt honoured to be entrusted with this. "But sometimes I like to have them out during. They're very sensitive. Are yours sensitive? Or is that just a 'me' thing?"
"I don't know. I've never had them out during before. I'll have to try it. Does- Does it feel nice when you touch them?"
Aziraphale nodded. "Where the wings curve at the top, and where they join my back. But I can't reach my back properly. It's very frustrating, not being able to reach..."
Aziraphale was staring at him with puppy-dog eyes, giving him 'the look' which he always gave him when he wanted Crowley to do something for him, usually when he had performed too many miracles that day. He'd give him the puppy-dog eyes and say something like, "oh no, the barrister forgot to put the marshmallows in my cocoa!" and Crowley would be powerless to resist helping him.
"I could reach," Crowley heard himself say.
"Oh! Oh my! I don't think that would- Highly inappropriate for us to..." But the delighted look on Aziraphale's face betrayed his true feelings. "Oh, but I have wondered what it would feel like. To be touched."
"So have I," Crowley admitted, his heart racing so fast it felt as though it might break free from his chest.
There was a moment's pause, the calm before the storm, and then Aziraphale was on him, kissing him on the mouth and pushing his fingers into his hair.
It took a moment for Crowley's drunken brain to process what was happening, and then he was kissing him back enthusiastically, grinning like an idiot, feeling like the luckiest demon alive. Crowley pushed his tongue past parted lips, and delighted in the way it made Aziraphale moan and dig his fingers deeper into his hair.
Crowley gasped as Aziraphale's hands pushed up under his t-shirt, clinging onto his hips, skin on skin, and then next thing he knew Aziraphale was trying to pull his t-shirt up and over his head. Crowley raised his arms up, and soon his t-shirt was falling behind the sofa somewhere.
Crowley started fumbling with the buttons of Aziraphale's waistcoat while Aziraphale kissed him and stroked his back. The way Aziraphale was touching him was driving him crazy, his cock aching in his trousers.
"Show me your wings," Aziraphale begged as Crowley finally managed to get the last button undone. Aziraphale shrugged out of his waistcoat while Crowley started pulling at Aziraphale's bowtie. "Please? I've not seen them since Eden. They were so beautiful. You've no idea how badly I've wanted to see them again."
Crowley blushed. "Sssure."
Crowley felt excited at the thought of Aziraphale touching his wings, but he was even more eager to get his hands on Aziraphale's wings, knowing how much he wanted it. He could easily imagine his fingers sinking into white feathers… and suddenly he was reminded of how different they were, of Aziraphale's pure white feathers compared to his charcoal black. He was suddenly painfully aware that they were on opposite sides and that Aziraphale was drunk. If they carried on like this then he'd be taking advantage of him. He didn't want Aziraphale to ever regret being with him.
"Wings, Crowley," Aziraphale pleaded.
"Sober up first."
Aziraphale ripped off his bowtie – finishing what Crowley had been doing before his conscience got the better of him - and then he pushed it onto a side table. He looked back at Crowley. "No, no. I'm fine."
"Please, angel."
"No, it's really not necessary."
"Angel."
Aziraphale looked worried. "But I might change my mind."
Crowley's chest felt heavy. "That's okay. That's all the more reason to sober up."
"I suppose," Aziraphale said with a sigh.
Aziraphale closed his eyes tightly, and then winced. He blinked a few times, looking disorientated, and then he looked at Crowley, his eyes scanning down his bare chest. He blushed, turned away and sat forward with his head in his hands.
"Aziraphale? You okay?" Crowley asked, panic and guilt sharp in his chest. "I'm sorry."
"No, don't apologise. I started it after all."
Aziraphale had changed his mind after all. Crowley bit his lower lip, trying to calm himself down. After a moment he said, "Please don't feel ashamed or anything. We didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing bad about... you know… kissing and stuff."
Aziraphale finally looked at him, a sad smile on his face. "I know. But if my people somehow found out…I mean, if they find out about the meetings and the drinking, I could just say I'm trying to get info out of you. But this… I don't know how I could explain this away. They can't find out how much you mean to me."
Crowley swallowed. "You're right. My people can never find out how much you mean to me either."
Aziraphale was looking at him with such fondness and longing it made Crowley's chest ache.
"Maybe," said Aziraphale, his eyes sweeping over his bare torso before meeting his eyes again. "We could do it just this one time. Would that be okay?"
Crowley nodded. Once was better than never. He would happily take whatever Aziraphale was able to give. He would memorise every part of him, treasure every moment, keep it locked away in his mind, and think about it whenever he was alone in bed in the middle of the night.
"Yeah. Just once. Let's make it count."
Aziraphale kissed him hungrily, his hands all over him, and Crowley clung onto him, overwhelmed with joy that this was really going to happen after all.
Then Aziraphale pulled back, holding him at arm's length, suspicion on his face.
"Angel? What's wrong?" Crowley asked, scared of the answer, scared of being rejected once again. Had he ruined this before it had even started?
Aziraphale's voice was accusing. "You're still drunk! I can't believe this! After everything you said. Sober up right this instant!"
"Nah. I'm good."
"This isn't up for debate, Crowley! If we're going to do this, then you have to sober up too."
"But really, I'm fine." Crowley said. He started to lean in for a kiss but stopped when he saw the look on Aziraphale's face. "Look, if I sober up I'm just gonna get all anxious and panicky and stuff."
"But it's not right to do this with you drunk."
Crowley rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated sound. "Fine! Okay! But if I have a panic attack, it's your fault."
Crowley closed his eyes, concentrated hard, and felt the alcohol leave his bloodstream. He opened his eyes and looked at Aziraphale. His stomach twisted into a knot. Crowley smiled awkwardly, suddenly tense and far too self-aware. He covered his chest with his arms, suddenly embarrassed at being half naked - the scattered patterns of scales across his stomach and chest on show.
Aziraphale was smiling gently at him. "Are you alright?"
Crowley nodded, but he really wished he could have his alcohol induced confidence back. He forced his arms down to his sides again. "Sorry I didn't warn you about the scales. Er. I suppose I sorta did? They was on my list. From earlier."
"I think your scales are lovely. They feel good under my hands."
"R- Right. Thanks."
Aziraphale's voice was gentle. "This is new for both of us. I'm nervous too. We can take this slow, or we can stop. What would you like to do?"
Crowley did not want to stop. Despite his nervousness, he wanted more, he wanted Aziraphale. Besides, this was his one and only chance.
Crowley reached out, and pulled Aziraphale closer. He pressed their lips together tentatively, and Aziraphale sighed against his mouth. The kiss deepened and Crowley melted into it, starting to relax as Aziraphale stroked his hair.
He remembered what Aziraphale had asked him to do, and he pulled his wings forth into the world, black feathers rustling and spreading.
Aziraphale leant back to get a better view and drew in a sharp breath. "Oh! Oh, Crowley," Aziraphale whispered, awe and lust in his voice. "Can I?" he asked hesitantly, reaching out gingerly towards his long primary feathers.
"Sure."
Aziraphale's fingertips ran over feathers reverently, and then he reached up and stroked the curve at the top of Crowley's wing where he had confessed to enjoying being touched himself. It felt good, and Crowley let out a contented sigh, enjoying it in the same way that he had enjoyed Aziraphale playing with his hair.
Crowley kissed along Aziraphale's jaw. "Can I touch your wings?"
"Oh, please," said Aziraphale.
"I'd better get you out of this then," Crowley said, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt, and it was on the floor in no time. Crowley ran his fingers over smooth, soft skin, and through the pale hair at his chest.
Aziraphale's wings materialised, pure white, curving forwards until black and white feathers were brushing against each other. Aziraphale was smiling, looking delighted and eager, and so Crowley reached out and stroked his feathers, drawing happy little gasps from him. Crowley reached up and touched the small downy feathers at the arch of Aziraphale's nearest wing, touching him where he'd said he liked to be touched, and where Aziraphale had been touching him moments before. Aziraphale immediately melted, eyes drifting closed as he crushed their mouths together. Aziraphale's fingers dug into Crowley's wings, ruffling the feathers.
It became clear very quickly that while Crowley liked having his wings touched, Aziraphale absolutely loved it. Aziraphale was gasping and moaning, leaning into the touches, and when Crowley shifted closer, wrapped his arms around him and started touching him where his feathers joined his back, Aziraphale let out an unintelligible sound and clung tighter.
"You really like that, don't you?" Crowley said, his fingers rubbing in little circles.
Aziraphale made an affirmative noise. He'd stopped petting Crowley's wings and was just hanging onto him for dear life, his face pressed against Crowley's neck. "It's really- No one's ever- Oh Lord! R- Right there! That's- That's amazing."
Crowley chuckled, feeling pleased with himself. He made sure to keep touching Aziraphale in that exact spot, enjoying being the one to turn Aziraphale into this stammering, shivering mess. Seeing Aziraphale completely loose his composure like this was really something else.
Crowley was so hard in his trousers it hurt, and he was fairly sure that Aziraphale must be similarly afflicted, and yet as much as he wanted to take things further, to undress Aziraphale completely and be undressed in turn, he didn't want to stop touching his wings for a single second. Aziraphale was enjoying it more than Crowley had ever expected, and he wanted to make this last, to savour every moment, especially if this was the only time they were going to do this. Besides, he was enjoying the desperate little keening sounds that Aziraphale was making.
Aziraphale drew in a sharp breath, his whole body tensing and trembling, his wings spasming, spreading so wide that they knocked over a pile of books and a lamp, though Aziraphale didn't seem to even notice. Aziraphale dissolved into a long whimpering cry.
Crowley watched, utterly amazed. He held him tightly and continued to pet his wings.
"Oh! Oh, my…" Aziraphale gasped out after a moment, sounding shocked. "Oops."
"Did- Did you just come? From having your wings touched?" He supposed it was similar to how some people were able to come just from having their nipples or prostate stimulated, and he was absolutely fascinated that wings could be so sensitive.
"It seems so," Aziraphale said with some embarrassment. "I didn't know I could do that. Terribly sorry."
Crowley made a garbled sound. "Don't bloody apologise! I like that you can come like that, and I like that I was able to make you cum like that. You really do have very sensitive wings."
"It would seem so," Aziraphale said, red faced.
Crowley grinned, and kissed him.
"I've made a bit of a mess," Aziraphale said, looking down at the wet patch on the crotch of his beige trousers.
"I can take care of that," Crowley offered. He knew that Aziraphale's people kept tabs on his miracle use, unlike his own.
"Oh, thank you. It is a tad uncomfortable."
With a flick of Crowley's wrist, the damp patch vanished.
"Thank you. You are good to me," Aziraphale said, smiling sweetly.
But Crowley wasn't paying full attention, because Aziraphale's hand had just trailed up his thigh, and was now pawing at his crotch. Crowley made a strangled noise.
"Is this okay?" Aziraphale asked.
Crowley nodded, and then let out an undignified sound when Aziraphale's hand pressed firmly against his hardness, palming him through his trousers.
Aziraphale looked up at him from under his eyelashes. "These trousers seem awfully tight. Maybe I should remove them?"
Crowley swallowed. "Yeah, maybe you should. If you're sure you want to."
"I definitely want to. Can I touch you?"
"Please," Crowley said, voice cracking.
Aziraphale unbuckled Crowley's belt, and then started to unfasten his jeans.
Crowley bit his lower lip, heart racing as Aziraphale pulled him out of his trousers.
"Oh, look how hard you are. You're beautiful," Aziraphale said as he started to stroke him.
"Ngk!"
"Is this good?"
Crowley nodded, and then Aziraphale kissed him, moving from his mouth to his jaw and then to his throat. Crowley found his hips moving, trying to get more friction, and then Aziraphale was sliding from the sofa, kneeling on the floor and removing Crowley's shoes, trousers and underwear. Crowley found himself completely naked on Aziraphale's sofa, the angel spreading his legs apart, settling between them on the floor, and then lowering his head to lick at him.
"Aziraphale…"
Aziraphale looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, smiled at him, and then he wrapped his lips around the head of Crowley's cock.
Crowley gasped as he was drawn into that wet heat, as he was sucked and licked, and then Aziraphale started to bob his head up and down and Crowley found himself digging his fingers into the arm of the sofa. Aziraphale was moaning around his cock in a way that reminded Crowley far too much of the happy sounds he made whenever he ate something delicious. Every time Aziraphale made those sounds in the future, Crowley knew he would picture him as he was now, on his knees with Crowley's cock sliding in and out of his mouth.
Crowley couldn't believe this was really happening, that they were really doing this. He stroked his fingers through Aziraphale's hair while drinking in the sight of him, and then his hand moved down, stroking the nape of his neck before reaching white feathers. Aziraphale moaned, the vibrations dancing across Crowley's cock.
There came the sound of a zipper, of shifting material, and then Aziraphale's arm started moving and Crowley could tell he was touching himself. This was all too much.
Crowley made a whimpering noise in the back of his throat. "I'm really close- If you keep doing that-"
Aziraphale didn't let up for a second. Crowley could have sworn he was grinning around his cock.
"Az- Oh, fu-!"
An unstoppable rush swept through him, leaving him trembling, whining, and spilling into Aziraphale's mouth. Aziraphale gagged only for a second, and then he was swallowing him down and making happy little noises.
Once he had licked him clean, Aziraphale met his eyes, staring up at him with adoration in his eyes, and a very pleased look on his face.
Panting, still getting his breath back, Crowley sat forward and kissed him, exhilarated by the taste of his own seed on Aziraphale's lips. He looked down and saw that Aziraphale had pulled himself out of his trousers and was still languidly stroking himself.
Crowley made a breathy sound. "Stand up."
Aziraphale did as he was told, and Crowley was on him in a heartbeat, tugging his trousers and underwear down around his ankles. He shifted forward in his seat, and took a moment to admire Aziraphale's cock which was big and hard, thicker than his own, and already smeared with precum at the head. Crowley cupped Aziraphale's balls and stroked along his length, making Aziraphale gasp with pleasure, and then he was licking at him, tasting him, before taking him into his mouth.
Aziraphale's fingers dug into Crowley's wings, holding onto him as his legs trembled. He whimpered as Crowley's face bobbed up and down on his cock, over and over, taking him as deep as he could, taking him into his throat.
How many times had Crowley fantasised about doing this? Of Aziraphale finding his pleasure in his mouth? He could taste his precum and smell his musky scent. He swirled his tongue against him, wanting more than anything to satisfy him. He'd never done this before and he knew he must be clumsy at it, but the sounds Aziraphale were making - and the way he was nudging forward with guilty little pushes - made Crowley feel confident that he was doing something right.
Aziraphale yelped as he almost lost his balance, legs trembling, and Crowley held him tightly by his arse, keeping him in place as he held onto Crowley's wings for support.
Crowley pulled back, Aziraphale's cock slipping free. "You wanna sit down?" he asked with some amusement.
"Oh, yes please. I think that would be a good idea."
Crowley pulled Aziraphale down to sit on the sofa beside him, kissing him, and then he slid down onto the floor between Aziraphale's legs. He swallowed him eagerly, hands clinging to Aziraphale's thighs.
His own cock was hard again, it had never really stopped being, but he ignored it for now, his hands were busy stroking Aziraphale's inner thighs, all of his attention on the angel now squirming beneath him.
Aziraphale's fingers stroked through Crowley's hair. "Spread your wings for me… oh, oh, yes, that's it. Aren't they beautiful."
Fingers sank into his feathers, and Crowley moaned around Aziraphale's cock. He felt so deliciously on show, naked, on his knees, wings spread, a cock in his throat, hands in his hair, in his feathers.
Unable to resist, he reached down and took hold of his cock, giving himself a few desperate strokes before letting go in order to reach beneath himself instead and rub a finger against his hole. A quick demonic miracle and he was slick, both his hole and his finger alike, and he moaned as he teased his way inside, pushing and rubbing, stretching himself open, adding a second finger, rolling his hips, and pushing down into it. He wanted more, he wanted to feel Aziraphale's cock thrusting inside of him, wanted Aziraphale to find his pleasure within him.
He'd never get another chance like this.
He lifted his face, Aziraphale's cock slipping out of his mouth to stand against his stomach. Aziraphale made a needy sound.
"I want…" Crowley said in a cracked voice.
Aziraphale's voice was shaky. "Tell me what you want."
"Want you inside me." Crowley said. "Do you want to?"
Aziraphale bit his lower lip, excitement and arousal in his eyes. "Yes, of course. Anything you want. Should I-? How do you want me?"
"Ssstay there. Stay. I'll just…"
Stomach fluttering with nerves, Crowley climbed to his feet, steadying himself with a hand on Aziraphale's knee.
Aziraphale's eyes were scanning up and down his body, drinking in his bare chest, his jutting cock, his parted thighs, and then he saw his hand moving beneath himself and he let out a shaky breath. "Oh. Oh, Crowley." And his hands were helping Crowley onto his lap.
With his knees either side of Aziraphale on the sofa, Crowley shuffled forward, heart racing. Would he be doing this if it wasn't his one and only opportunity, if there was the possibility of sex between them in the future? Would he be feeling this brave? But he wanted this, he really did, he wanted to know what it felt like. He wanted to be able to remember this each and every time he fingered himself, every time he used a dildo on himself. He wanted this – he wanted this with Aziraphale.
He kissed Aziraphale deeply while the angel caressed his thighs and his hips.
Aziraphale's cock pressed against one of Crowley's arse cheeks when he straddled his lap, and his hole twitched in anticipation. He shifted until Aziraphale was pressed between his cheeks, rubbing against his hole, and then he lifted himself up onto his knees. He used a quick miracle to stroke lube over Aziraphale's cock, and then he was holding him steady while pulling his cheeks apart. Slowly, he sank down. A long, low whine escaped his lips as his sensitive rim was stretched open in hot little stings. Aziraphale was moaning, his hands squeezing Crowley's trembling thighs, as Crowley took him all the way inside, until his arse was flush against his thighs.
Crowley made a garbled sound, eyes fluttering closed, mouth open.
"Crowley?" Aziraphale gasped, his voice full of arousal but also concern. "Are you okay?"
It took a moment or two for Crowley to find his voice. "Feels good. Feels really good. Just… Gimme a minute."
He felt wonderfully helpless and vulnerable. He shifted, so very full, and after a moment he lifted himself, just a little, dropped back down, and then he did it again, whimpering with pleasure. His thighs tensed as he moved, his cock, hard and hot, bouncing with every push.
Aziraphale was watching him hungrily, fixated on where their bodies were joined, and gazing at Crowley's bobbing cock. Crowley shivered with arousal, overcome with delighted embarrassment at the way Aziraphale was watching him. He felt so wanted, so desired.
Aziraphale tightened his grip on Crowley's thighs, fingernails digging into soft skin, and then he drew in a shaky breath. "Crowley. I- I'm not going to last much longer…"
"It's okay, you can come inside me. I want you to."
Aziraphale let out a weak sound, grabbed Crowley by the hips, and started to push up into him.
"Th- That's it, angel," Crowley whimpered.
The room was filled with their panting, and the wet, slapping sound of their thrusting. Crowley tilted his hips, shivering every time Aziraphale rubbed against his prostate. He took hold of the base of his cock in a tight grip.
Aziraphale's voice was shaky. "Stroke yourself for me…"
Crowley obediently did as he was told, pumping himself, gasping, overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock and his arse being stimulated at the same time.
Aziraphale groaned, pulling Crowley down onto his cock, holding him in place as he pushed up into him as deep as he could. Crowley could feel Aziraphale's cock pulsing inside of him, and he knew that he was being filled up.
Crowley's hand moved desperately on his own cock, and then he was coming too, crying out helplessly as he spilled himself across Aziraphale's stomach. Utterly exhausted, he slumped forward, and then he buried his face in Aziraphale's hair. Aziraphale's arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
Crowley clung to Aziraphale, not wanting to ever let go, knowing that the moment he did everything would change and they'd go back to how they were before. He shifted slightly, just to feel the way Aziraphale moved inside of him, the stinging stretch of him. He wanted to stay connected like this forever.
"Are you alright?" Aziraphale asked.
"Yeah. You?"
"Yes. I'm incredibly happy."
Crowley leaned back a little and saw a beaming smile on Aziraphale's face. He smiled back, feeling relieved. He'd worried that Aziraphale would struggle to look him in the eye afterwards.
"I'm happy too," Crowley said.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" Aziraphale asked with a smug smile.
Crowley let out a laugh. "You know I did."
Aziraphale kissed him, and it was sweet and loving, but there was also something final about it.
"I'm sorry, my dear, but my legs have fallen asleep."
Ah. Sorry." Taking the hint, Crowley lifted himself up, and Aziraphale's cock slipped out of him, leaving his hole twitching. Once on his feet, he found his legs were shaky and aching.
"We should probably get dressed," Aziraphale said, making it clear that this had come to an end. He tucked his wings away into another dimension, and Crowley did the same.
Crowley's gaze swept over Aziraphale's naked body one last time, his heart fluttering at the sight of Aziraphale's stomach coated in his cum. "Yeah. Best clean up first. Allow me…" Crowley flicked his wrist and the mess vanished.
Crowley looked down at himself, flicked his wrist again, and then the stickiness across his own cock vanished too. He couldn't quite bring himself to get rid of the seed that Aziraphale had left within him though. It felt as though Aziraphale had marked him, had left a piece of himself buried deep – as physical proof of what they'd done. He could feel it leaking out of him as he quickly tugged his clothes back on.
Aziraphale finished fastening up his waistcoat. "I'm going to put the kettle on. Would you like a drink?"
"Tea, please, angel."
Aziraphale stepped towards him. "I'm glad we were able to share this, even if only this one time. It means a lot to me."
Crowley swallowed, his throat feeling tight. "Meant a lot to me too," he said, though he wanted to say so much more.
Aziraphale smiled at him, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. He leant forward and kissed him - soft, gentle, and fleeting.
"I love you," Crowley blurted out. His face heated up, mortified that he'd said it out loud.
"Oh, Crowley, my darling, I love you too. But we can't do this again, it's too dangerous."
"I know, I wasn't- I just wanted to make sure you knew, is all. Just wanted to be able to say it."
Aziraphale gave him a fond smile.
They drank tea and ate biscuits while talking about nothing in particular. Things seemed to have gone back to normal, except Crowley would find himself staring at Aziraphale's lips, remembering what it had felt like to kiss them, what it had felt like to have them wrapped around his cock. And sometimes, Crowley would shift in his seat and feel the sweet ache of his stretched hole, still damp with Aziraphale's cum.
Eventually, as the sun started to rise, Aziraphale said that he had lots of work to do – Heavenly paperwork – and that he really ought to be getting on. Crowley took the hint, and soon he was in his Bentley, setting off for his Mayfair flat. As he pulled away from the curb, he could see Aziraphale watching him from the shop window.
He drove home and went to bed, suddenly exhausted and needing to sleep. He wished that Aziraphale were in bed with him, that he could cuddle up with him, but he knew it could never happen.
They met up a few days later for lunch. They had planned this several weeks ago, to discuss the arrangement, and compare notes before sending reports back to their respective sides.
Aziraphale seemed overly focussed on the work, oddly professional, as though they were merely colleagues. He seemed uncomfortable, and once they'd discussed what they needed to, he made his excuses and left, even turning down a lift back to his bookshop or wherever he wanted to go.
Crowley's heart felt like it had been ripped out. He'd been so sure that things were okay between them - after having sex they'd spent hours talking in the backroom as though nothing had changed, as though everything was normal, so why was Aziraphale acting so strange now? Did he regret it?
Crowley told himself that everything was going to be okay - Aziraphale just needed time to get his head around what had happened. Things would go back to normal eventually.
Yet Crowley was terrified that their friendship had been irreparably damaged.
The next week they went out for dinner and then to the theatre. Aziraphale seemed uncomfortable the whole evening, though he was trying his best to hide it. It felt as though there were miles between the two of them suddenly, like Aziraphale had put up walls around himself. Crowley gave him a lift home and wasn't in the least bit surprised when he wasn't invited inside for drinks.
As much as Crowley wanted to ask Aziraphale what was wrong, he just couldn't. He was scared of the answer, and scared that voicing his concerns would only make things worse anyway, so he decided to give Aziraphale more time and hoped the situation would resolve itself.
A few more lunches, a few more dinner reservations, another show or two, and before Crowley knew it, a month had gone past, and things were still not quite right.
The Bentley drew up outside of the bookshop. They had just been to a new Italian restaurant where they'd enjoyed a delicious meal together. Aziraphale had seemed slightly more himself tonight, and Crowley was starting to hope that things were getting back to normal.
"Thank you for the lift," said Aziraphale. "I'll see you on Wednesday for lunch, yes?"
So Aziraphale wasn't going to invite him in then. Crowley felt disappointed but not surprised. The last time he'd been in the bookshop had been the night they'd had sex.
"Yeah," said Crowley. "See you soon, angel."
Aziraphale gave him a brittle smile, trying to appear cheerful while he reached for the door handle, clearly eager to leave.
Crowley knew he should keep his mouth shut and let him go. He didn't want to make a scene, and yet… he couldn't stand this anymore.
"Aziraphale? Is everything okay?"
Aziraphale froze with his hand on the door handle, and turned to look at Crowley. "Yes, of course." Aziraphale smiled, but there was a worried look in his eyes that Crowley couldn't ignore.
Crowley's stomach twisted into a knot. "I'm sorry, it's just- You've seemed different lately. Ever since we, er… you know."
Aziraphale's smile vanished.
"Sorry," Crowley said quickly. "I shouldn't have said anything. Sorry. You can go. I'll see you on Wednesday."
Aziraphale let go of the door handle - door still closed - and sat back in his seat, staring straight ahead. He seemed to be deciding what to say but Crowley couldn't stand the silence.
"We can just pretend I didn't say anything, yeah? It's fine. I'm just being dramatic."
"No. You're right. I have been struggling a tad. I suppose I wasn't hiding it quite as well as I thought."
Crowley made a broken sound in his throat. "You regret it, don't you? I knew we shouldn't have-"
"No, no, no," Aziraphale said, his eyes wide with surprise. "Crowley, my dear, I don't regret a single moment of what we did, and I am so sorry that I've led you to think so." Aziraphale looked away, his cheeks turning pink. "The truth is… Well. We can never do it again, you see - it would be too dangerous… And I-"
"What?" Crowley said, utterly bewildered. "You're scared I'm gonna try it on with you? Is that why you've been so uncomfortable? Aziraphale, I know it was a one-time thing. We both agreed to that. I might be a demon, but I'd never try to tempt you like that."
Aziraphale let out a shocked laugh. "Oh, goodness, no, Crowley. It's not you I'm worried about - it's me!" He averted his eyes, and started wringing his hands together. "It's been terribly difficult. Every time I see you, I want to kiss you. I can't stop thinking about you. The reason I can't invite you into the shop is because I don't trust myself to be alone with you."
Crowley's cheeks heated up. "Wow. I mean, give me some credit. If you come onto me I'll stop you. I do have some self-control."
"Really? Do you? So you're telling me that if I pressed you against the wall and kissed you, you'd just push me away and say, 'no thanks?'"
"Yeah?" Crowley said, but he sounded unsure even to his own ears.
"Even if I begged you to let me suck your cock, just this one time, oh, please?"
"Bloody hell, angel. Now you're just teasing."
"I think that once our escapades are less fresh in my mind, and I've calmed down a bit, it will be easier. I guess I thought that making love to you would scratch that itch, but instead it's just stoked the fire, as it were. I'm acting like a randy old fool."
"I'm sorry, angel. I can't help being this sexy."
"You old serpent," Aziraphale chuckled, but then he gave him an apologetic look. "I think it's best I don't invite you in for now. Not until I've gained a bit more self-control anyway. I don't trust my decision making right now. Last week I was even considering asking you if you wanted to have sex every now and then - so we wouldn't have to go cold turkey."
"Angel, believe me, I know that's a terrible idea. All it would take would be for us to become too familiar with each other and accidently kiss in public, and all of a sudden I've got Hastur asking me why the fuck I'm snogging my sworn enemy."
"Wouldn't your lot be all for the seduction of an angel?"
"No. And they especially don't approve of kissing. That's far too mushy for demons."
"Most demons," Aziraphale said slyly.
Crowley ignored him, though he did give Aziraphale a sharp look.
"I just need a little more time. I hope you understand," Aziraphale said.
"Take all the time you need, angel. No rush. I'll be ready with a bottle of wine when you're feeling up to it."
"Thank you, my dear," Aziraphale said with a smile. "I'm so sorry I worried you – I should have explained how I was feeling before now. I confess I'd hoped I'd regain my self-control a little faster than this."
"It's okay. I understand."
They exchanged their goodbyes, and then Aziraphale climbed out of the car.
Crowley and Aziraphale were sat together in the Ritz, toasting with champagne, and celebrating that they had stopped Armageddon – and fooled their respective sides.
Crowley felt happier than he had for a long time. He felt free. They were on their own side now, and they could do whatever they wanted. Crowley was buzzing with the excitement of it.
Aziraphale edged his chair closer, leaning towards him in a way he never would have done before Armageddon while they were in public. Aziraphale had always been looking over his shoulder, always keeping an eye out for some supernatural presence nearby that might catch them, but now he looked more at ease than Crowley had ever seen him. Crowley felt the same. He'd never imagined that they could have this, and he still couldn't quite get his head around it.
Aziraphale smiled fondly at him, a hungry look in his eyes that had nothing to do with the food. Crowley had seen that look before, many years ago in the backroom of Aziraphale's bookshop.
Aziraphale shuffled closer and put a hand on Crowley's knee.
The breath caught in Crowley's throat. To think, he'd once promised to push Aziraphale away if he ever did something like this. Instead, he put his hand on top of Aziraphale's.
"We can do whatever we want now," Aziraphale whispered close to Crowley's ear. "Doesn't matter who sees us."
Crowley kissed him, overwhelmed with emotion at the sensation of it.
They had ordered a three course meal, but they'd barely finished the starter before getting to their feet and then staggering out of the restaurant, their hands all over each other. Several diners raised their eyebrows at the pair, but as soon the angel and demon left the restaurant they instantly forgot all about the two strange men who had seemed permanently attached at the mouth.
The Bentley made it to the bookshop from the Ritz in record time. Crowley's driving was terrible, worse than it had ever been, but he couldn't be blamed for that – anyone would struggle to pay attention to the road if they had an angel's hands trying to get under their clothes, and said angel's tongue in their ear.
Once inside the bookshop, they aimed for the backroom – but they were naked with their wings out by the time they were half-way across the shop-floor. They ended up making love against a bookcase, on the floor, and then on Aziraphale's desk. Books everywhere. Cash register tumbling to the floor. Hand prints on the windows. Loose feathers fluttering through the air.
A couple of hours later, utterly exhausted and sated, they decided to have another go at having dinner. This time they were in no mood to leave the bookshop, so they decided to have their food delivered instead.
They almost made it to the dessert this time.