It's Kinktober! Have some demonic sex-pollen!
Content Warning! DUBIOUS CONSENT. More details in the End Notes.
Crowley was sprawled out on the sofa in the backroom of Aziraphale's bookshop, a glass of wine in hand. He'd just come back from Hell where he'd given a stressful presentation. It felt good to be able to unwind here and forget about all his problems, even if just for a little while.
There came some clattering from the kitchenette where Aziraphale was currently preparing some cheese to go with the wine Crowley had brought with him.
Moments later, Aziraphale appeared in the doorway. Crowley had expected a small plate with a few slices of cheddar on it. Instead, Aziraphale was holding a huge wooden board in both hands laden with crackers, grapes, and at least a dozen different varieties of cheese.
Crowley raised an eyebrow.
"Clear some space, my dear," Aziraphale said, nodding at the table in front of Crowley.
Crowley nudged aside several bottles of wine and then moved a stack of books onto a side table. An old leather-bound book fell from the top of the pile and Crowley scrambled after it, catching it just before it hit the ground.
"Careful!" Aziraphale cried as he pushed the cheese platter hastily onto the table. "That book is hundreds of years old!"
"Yeah, I can tell. It's dusty as anything," Crowley said, placing the offending book back onto the top of the pile. He wiped his hands on his trousers and then, as if to emphasis his point, he turned his head away and sneezed.
Aziraphale threw his arms protectively around the cheese. As he sat back in his seat he gave Crowley a sidelong look. "Bless you."
"Oi! None of that."
Crowley grabbed a square of cheese and ate it one bite before licking his fingers clean. He ate a few grapes while Aziraphale industriously built a tower of cheese on a cracker.
Crowley couldn't resist ranting about the presentation he'd just given in Hell, waving his glass around in agitation as he spoke. "Hastur kept asking me stupid questions. And someone was whistling in the back. I don't know who it was, but..."
Aziraphale had started eating and was making happy little noises, eyes drifting closed in bliss.
Crowley realised he was staring, looked away and tried to remember what he was talking about. "And the projector jammed. Twice! Fucking embarrassing."
Aziraphale took another bite and let out a little moan. He did tend to be quite vocal while eating, and today was no different, but it was affecting Crowley far more than it usually did. He needed to get his brain out of the gutter. Crowley shifted in his seat, heat spreading between his legs.
"I'm sure you did very well," Aziraphale reassured him. "You're extremely good at public speaking."
The praise fed Crowley's arousal all the more and he downed his wine to try to distract himself. At least he'd chosen to wear a vulva today. No embarrassing erections. But why was he feeling so turned on all of a sudden? And while talking about a bloody presentation no less!
"I'm terrible at presentations," Aziraphale continued with a heavy sigh. "I get all tongue tied. I hear you're supposed to picture your audience in the altogether, but I really can't imagine that would be helpful in the least!" Aziraphale shuddered - no doubt at the thought of Gabriel with his kit off. Crowley meanwhile was trying desperately not to picture Aziraphale naked.
Crowley let out a laugh and hoped Aziraphale wouldn't notice the blush on his face. "Eww! The hordes of Hell with their bits out? No thanks!"
Aziraphale chuckled and then took a sip of his wine. Crowley stared at the way his throat moved every time he swallowed. He averted his gaze, staring instead into his empty wineglass before pushing it away onto the table. Why was he so horny? This was ridiculous. He'd not even had very much to drink yet. He tried to think distracting thoughts. Cheese. Cheese wasn't sexy. And when he accidently got the projection slides in the wrong order - that hadn't been sexy at all.
But despite it all, Crowley could feel how wet he was. What was wrong with him? This was humiliating. It didn't matter how much he tried to ignore it, his whole body felt hot and sensitive.
"Crowley, this wine is wonderful. Can I have a look?" Aziraphale reached out a hand expectantly, waiting for Crowley to pass the bottle over.
Feeling grateful for the distraction, Crowley grabbed the bottle and lifted it towards Aziraphale. It immediately slipped from his fingers.
Aziraphale lunged forward with supernatural speed and grabbed the bottle before it hit the floor.
"Oops. You clumsy old thing." Aziraphale said with a good-natured chuckle.
Crowley froze. He knew he hadn't dropped the wine bottle out of clumsiness. It was like his muscles weren't working properly. Ice cold horror seized his chest. No. Please no.
This sudden arousal, this weakness in his limbs – it all pointed to the same thing. He'd been poisoned by a hellflower. Or, more specifically, the farmed and combined pollen of several hellflowers. This wasn't an accident. He must have ingested it during his recent trip to Hell somehow.
Then he remembered the complimentary tray of brownies sat enticingly on the desk when he'd gone into the meeting room to set up. He's taken a bite of one and then spat it out. It had tasted dry and stale. He was an idiot. Someone must have baked the hellflower pollen into the brownies and left them there, planning to start an orgy. Crowley had thrown away the tray of baked goods into the nearest bin, assuming it had just been left out from the previous meeting.
Who put the brownies there? It could have been anyone. Some horny demon who wanted to get as many demons drugged as possible so they could all have sex instead of sitting through the presentation. Unless... Had this been a trap for him specifically? They knew he'd be there early to set up the projector, and they must have known he liked sugary snacks.
They'd wanted to turn him into a desperate, whimpering wreck in the middle of his presentation. They'd wanted to humiliate him in front of all of his superiors and inferiors alike. They'd wanted everyone in that room to have their turn with him - and they would have, they wouldn't have had a choice. The demon who ingests the pollen acts as a sort of beacon, turning the demons around them into mindless, sex-crazed things intent on fucking said beacon. If he'd eaten that brownie instead of spitting it out, he'd probably still be in Hell right now with every orifice stuffed full of demon cock and enjoying every second of it.
The only reason he hadn't fallen apart during the meeting must be because he'd only ingested a trace amount, causing a delayed reaction. Or something like that. He wasn't exactly a pro on hellflower pollen laced brownies.
"Oh, it's Italian," Aziraphale said, completely oblivious to the horrific situation. "It's very smooth, don't you think?"
"Oh. Y- Yeah," said Crowley, trying to act normal.
He had to get out of here. The urge to stick his hand down his pants was growing stronger by the second. He had to move fast because once the pollen fully took effect it would render him too weak to stand up. That was how it worked. You couldn't escape, and then you wouldn't want to escape. If he stayed here he'd end up wanking in front of Aziraphale and begging him to fuck him.
Crowley got up on shaky legs, his face burning.
"Crowley? Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I gotta go home. I forgot to, er… It's important."
Aziraphale gave him a quizzical look.
"No need to get up. I'll see myself out," Crowley called over his shoulder, voice sounding far more level than he felt. "Enjoy the wine."
Crowley forced his legs to move, to carry him away, but every brush of his thighs and rub of his jeans sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him. He forced himself to focus, to keep moving, even though dropping to the floor and humping the carpet seemed like a great plan.
Who did this? He was going to kill them. Maybe it was Hastur - he'd always hated him. Or Dagon. She was annoyed that his latest scheme had resulted in more paperwork for her to do. It might not even have been someone at the presentation, it could have been anyone.
But how did they even get hold of the stuff? It was a banned substance. The moment those in charge of Hell learned what hellflowers could be used for they'd had it all destroyed. Or at least they'd tried to. There were cases of hellflowers popping up on Earth every now and then. Either someone had smuggled it out of Hell or some seeds had hitched a ride on someone's clothes, who knew. But stories about it sprang up every few hundred years, though how many of them were true Crowley had no idea.
Crowley stumbled though the bookshop. He had to get to his car and drive home. Or miracle his car into driving him home. He could get through this if he could get to his flat. Unless whoever did this to him was waiting for him there, waiting to have their way with him. No problem, he'd just drive somewhere secluded then. He just needed to not be here.
The shop seemed wider than ever before. He was struggling to keep upright. But he could see the door now. He could see the dark shape of the Bentley through the window.
He reached the circular rug under the skylight at the same time that his legs gave out, and he fell to the floor. He was panting, legs and arms trembling with effort as he tried to push himself upright.
"Crowley! Oh my goodness! What happened?"
Fuck. He didn't want Aziraphale to see him like this. He stared at the door and forced himself to his feet. He immediately fell back to his knees. The urge to touch himself was unbearable and his mind felt cloudy.
Aziraphale was in front of him, touching his arm and then his forehead. Every touch brought sparks of pleasure to Crowley's body and he found himself whimpering.
"You're burning up," Aziraphale said, panic in his voice. "What's wrong?"
There was no way Crowley was going to tell Aziraphale that he was under the influence of a demonic sex pollen. "M fine," Crowley said, trying to bat Aziraphale's hand away.
Crowley attempted to get to his feet again. This time, Aziraphale caught him before he fell, wrapping an arm around him and keeping him upright. The heat of Aziraphale's body against his own made him shiver with need.
"It's alright," Aziraphale said. "I've got you."
Crowley tried to take a step towards the door but his legs wouldn't move beneath him properly.
"Oh, Crowley. Let me just…"
Aziraphale scooped him up into his arms, one arm beneath his knees and the other supporting his back. The intimacy of being held by Aziraphale sent shockwaves of pleasure through Crowley's body.
Aziraphale turned around and then walked deeper into the shop, moving away from the door.
"No," said Crowley. "The Bentley."
"You're not fit to drive."
"I am. Please…"
"It's alright. I'll look after you. You can stay here until you feel better. I'll work out what's happening to you."
Any chance of getting out of this situation with his dignity intact was quickly vanishing. Crowley could see in his mind's eye what was going to happen. Aziraphale was going to fuss over him while Crowley slowly lost his mind and ended up wanking in front of him. Aziraphale would get embarrassed, realise what was happening, and then leave him alone. Crowley tried desperately to think of a way to stop the inevitable, but his mind was swimming and he couldn't think straight.
"Does it hurt?" Aziraphale asked, his voice full of worry.
"No," said Crowley. It ached. It was a sweet kind of torture.
Aziraphale sighed, clearly not believing him. "I think it must be hellblains."
It wasn't. The symptoms were nothing alike. Hellblains was - for all intents and purposes - Hells equivalent of chilblains. Some demons got it when they went from the cold weather of Earth to the stuffy heat of Hell. Clearly Aziraphale knew nothing about demonic ailments.
Every step Aziraphale took rocked Crowley in his arms. His legs were being squeezed together, thighs rubbing with every step. He was breathing heavily with it, the pleasure building. He hoped desperately that Aziraphale wouldn't figure out how turned on he was.
Crowley shifted, trying to stop his thighs from rubbing together so deliciously, and Aziraphale tightened his grip instinctively, holding him closer to his body. Crowley's thighs were squeezed all the more and he drew in a sharp breath as an unstoppable wave of ecstasy rushed through him. His cunt was pulsing, over and over, his whole body trembling with it. He realised he was whimpering and forced himself to be quiet, burying his face against Aziraphale's chest, tears of humiliation in his eyes.
"You're shaking. Are you okay?"
Crowley didn't respond. He couldn't, and he wouldn't have trusted his voice anyway.
Crowley was still panting when Aziraphale gently laid him down on the sofa. Full of shame, Crowley looked up at him with bleary eyes, convinced that Aziraphale must know what had just happened. He expected to see embarrassment on Aziraphale's face but instead he saw only fear.
"Crowley, what's happening? I don't think this is hellblains. What should I do? I'll consult my books…" Aziraphale looked lost and frightened as he spun away towards a bookcase. "I have some books on demonology."
Crowley squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus. Even though he'd just had an orgasm he was still desperately horny and it was taking a great deal of effort to stop himself from seeking out friction by rolling his hips. He clutched his hands together to stop them from wandering. He needed Aziraphale to leave. He couldn't hold it together much longer.
"I'm okay," said Crowley. "I know what this is. I just need you to leave me alone for, er, a few hours."
Aziraphale stared at him. "You know what this is? Is it serious?"
"It's- It's nothing. I just need some time alone."
"You're sure you know what this is?"
"Yes!" Crowley snapped, frustrated and embarrassed. "It'll go away on its own. I know what this is, so go away."
"Why didn't you say anything? I've been worried sick!"
"Angel, please!"
Aziraphale looked torn, but then, finally, he gave in. "Alright. If you're sure. What ailment is it?"
Crowley hesitated. If he confessed then Aziraphale would definitely leave him alone but the thought of saying it out loud, of Aziraphale knowing that he was a horny mess right now...
"It's just a demon thing. Please. Go away and don't come back."
"But I can't just leave you here like this," Aziraphale fretted. "What if you need my help? What if something happens?"
"Nothing is gonna happen. I told you. I know what this is. I don't want you to see me like this. Go away."
"Let me fetch you a blanket at least. And some pillows. And would you like a glass of water?"
"No!" Crowley shouted, his voice trembling, but then it occurred to him that the blanket might actually be a good idea, he could hide himself under it. "Jus' blanket."
Aziraphale fumbled about with a blanket that was draped over the back of his armchair. "You will call me if you need anything, won't you? I'll be nearby. I can check in on you."
"No. Don't come back in here," Crowley said. If Aziraphale checked in on him he'd see him masturbating and Crowley would be too far gone to even care. In fact, he'd probably beg him to join in. He was going to have to explain the situation to him, wasn't he? It was the only way to make sure Aziraphale wouldn't walk in on him.
"D- Do you know what hellflower pollen is?" Crowley said. There came no response. "Aziraphale?"
Aziraphale was stood staring blankly at the wall. He looked down at the blanket in his hands and seemed surprised that it was there. He let it drop to the floor. There was a glassy look in his eyes.
"Angel?"
Aziraphale turned towards Crowley as though surprised to see him. His gaze drifted up and down Crowley's body. "Oh, aren't you lovely," he said breathily. He started to move towards him.
Crowley made a whimpering sound, his cunt twitching at the sudden attention. No, this wasn't fair. Aziraphale was an angel. This shouldn't affect him. Only others demons should loose themselves when in close proximity to him, right? If humans couldn't be affected - not by ingesting the pollen or by being near a demon that had – then surely angels couldn't be affected by it either? Except demons were angels once. They were of the same stock.
Crowley found himself staring at the obvious bulge in Aziraphale's trousers. Aziraphale wasn't even trying to hide it. The sight of it was shocking, jarring, but he couldn't help the way his body ached at the promise of it.
He'd wanted Aziraphale for as long as he could remember. They flirted all the time but that was all they could allow themselves. Sex was forbidden for angels. It felt like they had the perfect excuse now, but Crowley knew it was the pollen making him think that way. He'd feel differently when the effects wore off and, even worse, Aziraphale would hate himself. Crowley had to stop this.
"Angel! Go away! We're being affected by hellflower pollen. Sex pollen. Can't you hear me? Fuck off!"
But Aziraphale seemed incapable of understanding him, utterly lost to the dark magic. He was gazing at him deliriously, devouring him with his eyes as he came closer.
Crowley forced himself up into a sitting position, horribly aware of how weak his limbs were. He looked at the door but he knew he wouldn't be able to reach it. He doubted he could even stand. It seemed hopeless. He couldn't escape. He couldn't stop this from happening and his hot, aching cunt was begging him not to even try.
He should be terrified, and if he were in his right mind he would be.
Aziraphale knelt down in front of him, pushing between Crowley's legs, spreading them wider.
"N- N- No! We're not allowed-"
Aziraphale pressed his palm against Crowley's crotch, and Crowley's hips immediately started rocking into it of their own accord. Crowley was moaning even as he tried to force himself to keep still. He tried to close his legs but Aziraphale was still kneeling between them, keeping his legs lewdly spread.
"No. Fuck. Please. We can't-"
Aziraphale shuffled closer and pressed their lips together, one hand pushing into Crowley's hair while the other continued to rub at his crotch. Crowley melted into it, mind hazy, and then he snapped back to reality. He pushed a hand against Aziraphale's chest, trying to shove him away but he had no strength left in him and then that same hand was tangling in Aziraphale's shirt and pulling him closer. He felt lost. He wanted this more than he'd ever wanted anything. He wanted to surrender but the thought that Aziraphale would regret this afterwards was enough to make him push past his dizzy arousal and tilt his head away, breaking the kiss.
While Crowley still had his mind, he would fight this.
"Ssstop," Crowley gasped, batting at Aziraphale's shoulders uselessly. Aziraphale started to kiss and lick at his throat. "Nnn! No…"
Aziraphale undid the first button of Crowley's collar, and Crowley whined at the loss of the hand between his legs, his hips pushing up wantonly against nothing. Aziraphale unbuttoned his shirt completely, kissing the newly bared skin as he went, making Crowley writhe in place. Aziraphale's thumbs rubbed at Crowley's nipples until they were hard and then he started to lick at them. Crowley could do nothing but lay there, moaning as Aziraphale played with him. Reality was blurring until it felt like he was in some sort of wonderful dream.
Aziraphale pulled Crowley's shirt open wider, hands running up and down his bare sides before dropping to his belt and unfastening it.
The shock of it snapped Crowley back to himself. He watched with wide eyes as his trousers were yanked down his thighs along with his underwear. Aziraphale snapped his fingers and Crowley's trousers and underwear vanished completely.
Crowley looked down and saw himself on show - red pubic hair, pink mound, slick opening. Aziraphale could see it all. Would Aziraphale be disappointed that he didn't have a cock right now? Did he even like pussy? In Crowley's confused mind, all he wanted in that moment was for Aziraphale to like every part of him.
Aziraphale was looking at his cunt like it was the most wonderful and perfect thing he'd ever seen. He lowered his head and started to lap at it, tongue sliding over him, nose rubbing in the red hair. Crowley whined. He watched Aziraphale lick at him, unable to look away, and his hips started rocking forward until strong hands held him down. Aziraphale was moaning against his cunt like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. A sharp intake of breath and Crowley was coming, his whole body trembling as he dissolved into whimpers.
Aziraphale pulled away and Crowley keened at the loss. He spread his legs wider, trying to tempt Aziraphale into touching him again, displaying his soaking wet cunt for Aziraphale's pleasure.
"You're so wet for me," Aziraphale whispered feverishly.
Crowley made a pleased noise.
Aziraphale unfastened his own trousers and pulled them down around his knees with his underwear, his cock bobbing free, thick and hard. An undignified moan escaped Crowley at the sight of it.
Was this real? This couldn't be real. He had to be dreaming.
Aziraphale's gaze swept over Crowley's body. He clicked his fingers and Crowley's shirt, which had been hanging open, suddenly vanished, leaving him completely naked. Aziraphale grabbed him and pulled him closer, angling his hips towards him. Crowley was helpless to do anything but take it as Aziraphale pushed inside of him with embarrassing ease, wet and aroused as he was.
It felt like he was in a dream, a fantasy, as he watched Aziraphale bury himself all the way inside. They were both panting, Aziraphale holding onto Crowley's thighs tightly. Crowley rolled his hips as much as he could, trying to spur Aziraphale on, and then Aziraphale was drawing back and slamming in again, over and over, making Crowley moan and shake with each thrust.
Aziraphale had him bent almost double, towering over him as he fucked him hard into the cushions. The sofa was creaking, and the room was filled with wet vulgar noises, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the sound of them panting.
A loud moan escaped Aziraphale as he pushed in deep and stayed there, pinning Crowley beneath him. Crowley could feel him pulsing inside of him, knew that he was filling him up with his cum. It was overwhelming, the knowledge that Aziraphale had marked him so obscenely and completely, and it pushed him over the edge, left him moaning helplessly as he shook apart.
Almost immediately Aziraphale was moving again, clearly just as insatiable as Crowley, the pollen working its dark magic, keeping them both hungry for more.
Crowley lay there with his ankles up in the air while Aziraphale pounded away at him, and then he felt himself being filled up with his second load. He whined as Aziraphale pulled out of him. He could feel cum oozing out of his twitching sex, slipping down his arse-crack. He reached out to try to pull Aziraphale closer, wanting to be filled again.
Kneeling before him, Aziraphale ran his fingers through the mess and then lowered his head to swipe his tongue through it. He grabbed Crowley's trembling thighs and pushed his legs up, forcing Crowley's arse into the air. He ran his tongue along his crack until he found his arsehole and started to lap at it. Crowley whined, toes curling as Aziraphale eased his arse cheeks apart and pushed deeper with his tongue.
A slick finger rubbed at his puckered hole, teasing his tight rim before slowly and carefully breaching him. Crowley cried out at the invasion of it, squirming and pushing up into it, enjoying the delicious sting as he was stretched open.
It felt incredible to have his arsehole played with but he knew what would make it feel even better. His shaking hands drifted down to cup his cunt, his brow furrowing as he tried his best to concentrate while Aziraphale continued to fuck him with his finger. Crowley had just enough control over his dark magic to change his pussy into a cock, and the breath caught in his throat as he instantly became rock hard. He wrapped his fingers around his length and started to stroke himself but his grip was torturously loose in his weakened state.
Aziraphale let out a groan as he watched Crowley jerk himself off. He shifted closer, licked at the head of Crowley's cock and then took him into his mouth. Aziraphale was still fingering Crowley's hole, and he found his newly miracled prostate and started to rub at it.
Crowley dissolved into whimpers at the onslaught of sensations, shivering as his cock and arse were played with at the same time. His hands fell away as Aziraphale took him all the way into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks around him. Crowley's breath hitched and suddenly he was cumming down Aziraphale's throat.
Aziraphale swallowed every drop and then licked his cock clean. All the while, Crowley trembled with the aftershocks, his arsehole twitching around the finger still thrusting inside of him.
Strong hands grabbed Crowley's thighs, pushing his legs further apart and then draping his ankles over Aziraphale's shoulders. There was a pressure against Crowley's rim, and then Aziraphale's thick cock was slowly sliding inside. Crowley moaned, his rim burning as he was filled. The sight of it made him groan, made him push up, trying to take more of him, wanting to see himself split open on Aziraphale's perfect cock.
Aziraphale pushed all the way inside, and then he started to move, fucking him slowly at first until he was slamming in hard and fast.
"Oh, you take me so well, you beautiful thing. I knew you would," Aziraphale said shakily. He was looking down at where he was pistoning into Crowley's body, watching how Crowley's cock bounced with every thrust. "Look how hard you are. You like it rough, don't you?"
Crowley nodded frantically. "Yes. Yessss. Please…" his voice cracked as Aziraphale started to go faster, hitting his prostate at just the right angle. Crowley tensed, his whole body shaking as he came apart untouched, spilling across his stomach while whining helplessly.
"That's it," Aziraphale said with a delighted laugh, still pounding into him while Crowley's cock continued to spurt. "Yes, that's it. Come on my cock for me. Such a good boy." A broken sound escaped Aziraphale and he was coming too, burying himself deep.
Aziraphale pulled out, allowing Crowley's legs to fall uselessly to the ground. Crowley was panting, exhausted but still desperate for more.
Aziraphale's hands were on him in seconds, pulling him off the sofa, turning him around and then bending him over the sofa seat. Crowley found himself with his chest on the seat, his knees on the floor, and his arse presented to the angel behind him. Aziraphale pushed Crowley's knees further apart, moved in close behind him and then slid his cock into Crowley's loose, wet arsehole once again.
Crowley groaned, pushing his hips back to meet him, and then he just lay there and took it with a lazy grin on his face, his fingers digging into the cushions as his cock rubbed against the sofa with each hard thrust.
All that existed in that moment was the pleasure being given to him, the cock moving in and out of his arsehole. Nothing else mattered. This was all he needed.
He came with a cry, spilling across the sofa and the carpet. It didn't matter that he'd left a mess all over his friend's furniture - he didn't even know where he was or who was fucking him. All that mattered was this all-consuming need.
He was pulled from the sofa, manhandled across the room and then dropped onto a thick, soft rug. He felt like a puppet on a string as he was arranged on all fours, positioned to someone else's liking. His arms and legs trembled, barely able to support him, and then strong hands grabbed his hips, holding him in place. He felt someone press their body against his back, felt hot breath on the back of his neck and then his arse was being spread wide around someone's cock and he was being fucked in quick, sharp movements that made him moan with bliss.
Crowley kept himself up on his elbows for the first few pounding thrusts, but each jolt made his whole body shake until he was dropping to his shoulders, his head turned to one side on the rug, his hands pawing either side of his face.
His arse remained up in the air, his cock bouncing with each forceful slam from behind. A hand wrapped around his dick, stroking and pulling at him until he was whining helplessly and coming across the rug.
Fingers dug into his hips and dragged back into each thrust until he was being filled with hot spurts of cum. The cock slid out of him, leaving Crowley's arsehole twitching as cum leaked out.
"Nnnn," Crowley whimpered, and then his shaking legs gave out and he collapsed sideways. He was panting heavily as he tried to get up again, trying to present his arse for anyone who wanted to use him.
Someone rolled him onto his back, and he looked up to find Aziraphale gazing down at him with parted lips and ruddy cheeks.
"Azira…" Crowley gasped, a smile spreading across his face. His cock throbbed and his arsehole twitched at the sight of him.
Aziraphale was naked, his chest dusted with pale hair, his cock big and heavy. Crowley wanted Aziraphale to touch him more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life. He reached up, fingers trailing over Aziraphale's arm, half expected him to vanish like a mirage but he felt warm and solid to the touch.
Was this real? Crowley was vaguely aware that there was an important reason they shouldn't be having sex but he couldn't remember what it was. It didn't seem important now. Aziraphale leant down, kissed him, and all else drifted away.
Crowley pulled his legs apart, inviting Aziraphale to have him, but instead Aziraphale pushed his legs back down and then straddled him.
There was a sudden pressure at the head of Crowley's cock, and then Aziraphale was sinking down onto him, taking him inch by inch until Crowley was buried all the way inside of him. Crowley whined at the overwhelming sensation of it.
Aziraphale sat still for a moment, a look of ecstasy on his face, and then he started to move. Crowley cried out in pleasure, instantly rocking his hips as best he could, trying to meet each thrust, seeking out more of that tight heat. Crowley gazed with adoration at the way Aziraphale's powerful thighs moved, and he watched Aziraphale's cock bounce with every shake of his hips.
Crowley's balls tightened and he made a broken sound as he came. Aziraphale continued to slide up and down on his cock, impaling himself over and over, and then he grabbed his own dick and started to pump himself. He came across Crowley's chest with a cry, his arsehole clenching tightly around Crowley's cock.
Aziraphale rode Crowley until they were both coming again, and then he got up and manhandled Crowley into yet another position. And then another after that.
They couldn't stop.
Crowley wanted to stay like this forever.
End Notes:
(Content Warning: Dubious Consent, because 'Sex Pollen' but also because Aziraphale succumbs to the sex pollen quicker than Crowley does, and Crowley tries to resist him.)
I'm currently working on chapter 2 :)