The next morning - after Crowley had cooked them a full English breakfast - they both went their separate ways, having had prier engagements.
They met that evening for a delicious meal at the Ritz, and although they didn't dare kiss or hold hands in public, Aziraphale bumped their feet together under the table while they ate. He had his hand on Crowley's knee and a smile on his face the entire drive back to the bookshop.
"Would you like to come in for coffee?" Aziraphale asked suggestively, and then he leaned in close and lowered his voice. "Coffee is code for sex," he added conspiratorially, just in case Crowley wasn't aware.
"Lead the way, angel," Crowley growled.
They'd barely made it through the door before Crowley had him pinned to the back of it, kissing him furiously. Heat pooled between Aziraphale's legs, reminding him that he wasn't the same anatomically today as he had been the night before.
Aziraphale broke the kiss and then cleared his throat nervously, knowing it was only a matter of time before Crowley noticed. "Er. How would you feel about me being female down there tonight? Or I can change if-"
"I'm into it," Crowley said in a low and hungry voice.
"Oh, good."
By the time they made it to the bedroom, they were both down to their underwear. Aziraphale was wearing white knickers with a lace trim, because while he usually wore what was considered 'male' clothing, he did like to match his underwear to what he had beneath it.
Aziraphale pushed Crowley down onto the bed and then straddled him, rutting against him, delighting in the feel of his sex rubbing against the bulge in Crowley's underwear.
Crowley rolled Aziraphale onto his back and then knelt between his legs, rubbing at Aziraphale through his underwear. Aziraphale moaned.
"Is this good?" Crowley asked.
"It's good. So good. Press a little harder, that's it."
"Angel, you're so wet. These knickers are positively drenched."
"That's your fault. I suppose you'd best take them off."
Crowley wasted no time in pulling his underwear down his legs and then throwing them to the floor. Crowley focused all of his attention between Aziraphale's legs, touching, stroking and exploring with his hands, while Aziraphale lay there, feeling hot and desperate.
"Show me how you touch yourself, angel."
It occurred to Aziraphale that Crowley had probably never seen a vulva before - in the flesh, at least - let alone touched one. He'd probably never seen a human cock before either, now that he thought about it.
Aziraphale reached down, face flushed with excitement and embarrassment, and stroked and petted and then pushed his fingers inside.
A sound of arousal escaped Crowley, who was cupping himself as he watched, and then he took over, eagerly touching and rubbing, pressing inside of Aziraphale's body in a way that made Aziraphale shudder and groan.
Aziraphale stared at the bulge of Crowley's erection, hidden away and straining against the confines of his black underwear. Aziraphale wondered what it would feel like to have it press inside of him, wondered if Crowley wanted it as badly as he did.
Crowley pushed Aziraphale's legs further apart and laid down between them, propped up on his forearms, and then he started to lick and suck while Aziraphale dissolved into desperate whimpers, urging him on with words of appreciation.
"Can I put my tongue inside? Would that risk breaking the curse?"
"Yes and yes. I'll warn you when I'm close."
Crowley licked at him, pushing inside, hands clinging to Aziraphale's hips. Aziraphale was panting, fingers digging into Crowley's dishevelled hair.
"Oh, that's it, Crowley. You're so good. You have such a wicked tongue."
Crowley moaned against him and redoubled his efforts, one hand slipping down beneath himself, his hips moving. He was pleasuring himself again, and all while he had his face buried between Aziraphale's trembling legs. Within moments, Aziraphale could feel himself getting dangerously close.
"St- Stop!" Aziraphale choked out.
Crowley pulled back, nuzzling against him, and Aziraphale pushed up, seeking pleasure against Crowley's jaw, his cheek, his hand, until he was trembling and crying out, a wave of ecstasy washing over him.
As Aziraphale came back to himself, he saw that Crowley was watching him, his mouth and chin wet, his face flushed, one hand was still working beneath himself.
"G- Get up here and rub yourself against me."
Panting, Crowley crawled up on top of him, and Aziraphale pulled him into place. The feel of Crowley's still-clothed erection pressing against his bare sex had Aziraphale's hips rocking again, had him grabbing Crowley's arse and pulling him as close as he could. He was still shuddering with the aftershocks of his own pleasure, still desperately aroused, still eager for more. Aziraphale's head tipped back on the pillow, watching Crowley with half-lidded eyes. Crowley was so hard against him, rubbing in hot little pushes.
Aziraphale trembled, gasping out Crowley's name as he climaxed again, his thighs wrapped tightly around Crowley's legs.
"Again?" Crowley breathed. "Fuck. You're insatiable."
Aziraphale let out an embarrassed and breathless laugh, feeling delighted, and Crowley sped up, pushing against him roughly, holding him down against the mattress.
"Ngk. I can feel you pulsing against my cock," Crowley gasped before dissolving into unintelligible sounds and pinning him down.
They both lay there, exhausted and panting, before Crowley eventually rolled off of him, but not before making sure he was still safely hidden away in his underwear which was drenched with both of their wetness. Aziraphale's stomach, thighs, and between his legs were soaked. Crowley lazily clicked his fingers to clean up and then they snuggled together in bed.
Once Crowley was asleep and snoring gently, Aziraphale reached for a red leather-bound book which he'd hidden within a pile of books on his bedside table and flipped it open.
Crowley awoke early the next morning, rolled over, and then looked up at Aziraphale who was sat up in bed.
Aziraphale quickly closed his book. "Oh, good morning, my dear. You're up early." He pushed his book away onto the bedside table.
"Morning," Crowley said sleepily. He cuddled closer to Aziraphale, eyes drifting closed again, struggling to keep them open. An arm wrapped around him, pulling him close, and then Aziraphale started to stroke his hair. Crowley let out a contented sigh. He could get used to this. He tried not to dwell on the fact that there was a time limit on how long they could do this, horribly aware he'd eventually have to go back to sleeping alone. When he felt a little more awake, Crowley opened his eyes again and kissed Aziraphale on the mouth.
After chatting for a little while, Aziraphale decided it was time for breakfast. "I'm going to have some marmalade on toast and a glass of orange juice. Can I get you anything?"
"Nah."
"Are you sure? How about a coffee?"
"Yeah, go on then," Crowley said with a grin. "Thanks, angel."
"You're welcome, darling," Aziraphale said, and Crowley's heart fluttered at the endearment. "I'll bring it upstairs for you."
Aziraphale climbed out of bed, clad in hideous tartan pyjamas - which Crowley somehow found adorable - and then he left the room, leaving the door ajar behind him. Crowley sat up in bed and stretched.
He looked over at Aziraphale's bedside table. There was a pile of books, and right at the bottom of it was the red book Aziraphale had been reading when Crowley woke up. It was strange, the way he'd pushed it away under the pile almost like he'd been trying to hide it. Perhaps it was a cheap romance novel and Aziraphale felt embarrassed. Crowley's curiosity got the better of him and he pulled the book carefully from the pile. It was thin and there wasn't a title or a picture on the leather-bound cover. Crowley opened it, and as he flicked through empty lined pages he realised it was a notebook. Was this a journal? But surely Aziraphale wouldn't write about their exploits. It was terribly dangerous to have any evidence laying around. What if Gabriel or someone found it?
Crowley fully intended to put the book back where he found it, guilt sharp in his chest for prying, but then he came to the first page – the only page he'd seen with anything on it.
It was a list with bullet points, the title of which was 'Sex Ideas!' Underneath said title – which had little hearts drawn all around it – was a long list of sex acts which Aziraphale clearly wanted to try.
The list read as follows.
• Fellatio – giving
• Fellatio – receiving* /
• Frottage (clothed) /
• Frottage (Nude)
• Anal fingering*
• Rimming
• Anal sex – receiving*
• Anal sex – giving*
• Cunnilingus* /
• Vaginal fingering* /
• Vaginal sex*
• Handcuffs
• Being blindfolded
• Dildos
• Snake form – He could go down on me whilst inside of me *
• Bondage – wrapped up in his coils
• Food play. Whipped cream and chocolate sauce! Cherries!
Crowley's chest tightened as he read it, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
There were stars and ticks next to some of the entries. Ticks next to the ones they'd done, it seemed, like it was a bloody checklist. And the stars... Were they Aziraphale's favourites? The ones he wanted to try most of all? They'd only done a few of those. What about the others? How would Aziraphale feel if they couldn't try all of his favourites?
Crowley couldn't do half of this stuff, not without getting his cock out. Aziraphale would have to look at it, touch it, and worse – have it inside of him. What if Aziraphale hated it? What if Crowley never felt brave enough to show it to Aziraphale in the first place? He didn't want to deprive Aziraphale of anything, but that was exactly what he was doing. He felt inadequate. Maybe Aziraphale should have gone with a human after all - at least they could be naked in front of him and do most of the things on this list.
The door opened and Aziraphale came bustling in, making chilly "Brrr!" noises and saying something about needing a dressing gown.
Crowley hadn't heard him come back upstairs. He scrambled to hide the book.
"What are you- Oh, my goodness!" Aziraphale took the book – which Crowley had been trying to shove under a pillow - and held it protectively to his chest, his face turning pink. "You weren't supposed to see it. Not yet anyway."
Crowley's throat felt dry, and it took him a moment to find his voice. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have looked."
"It's okay. I'm not angry, just a bit embarrassed." Aziraphale's awkward smile became a look of concern. "What's wrong? I was very careful not to use your name, just in case. Although now I think about it, mentioning your snake form is a bit of a clue." Aziraphale stopped, horror on his face. "Oh! No! I didn't mean- No. We don't have to do any of those things. They're just silly ideas. I didn't want to risk forgetting them and then only remembering again after we'd already broken the curse, that's all."
Crowley nodded. "No. No, it's fine. I just… Oh, shit. What if I can't do half of that stuff?"
"Then we won't," Aziraphale said firmly, climbing back into bed and drawing Crowley into a hug. "I've enjoyed every single thing we've shared together. I don't need any of those other things. I just want to be with you." He held Crowley tighter and looked into his eyes. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to make you feel bad or pressure you. I shouldn't have written everything down like that. It's just a silly list of ideas, I swear, not a checklist or anything."
"Looks like a bloody checklist to me. You ticked off the ones we did."
"I ticked off the ones we tried and enjoyed. The ones we might like to do again before breaking the curse." Aziraphale hesitated. "At least, I think you enjoyed them?"
A smile pulled at Crowley's lip. "Yeah, of course I did. And it's not that I don't want to do everything on that list. I want to get naked with you, I do. But I just... I'm not sure it's a good idea."
"If you'd rather not, that's okay."
"But I've seen you naked. Doesn't seem fair if I don't take off my clothes too."
For a brief and insane moment, Crowley considered showing himself right then and there, while his cloaca was closed and everything was neatly tucked away. But if Aziraphale were to see it, he should see him at his most excited, not at his least aroused.
Aziraphale's voice was gentle. "Just because I did something, doesn't mean you have to do it too. Whatever you decide is alright."
"I know, I know," Crowley muttered. "I just wish I was brave enough."
"Crowley, you're the bravest person I know." Aziraphale reached out and brushed hair from Crowley's eyes. "Please don't force yourself to do anything you're not comfortable with. If it doesn't feel right then it doesn't feel right."
"You would tell me if you didn't like it, though, wouldn't you? Because I wouldn't want you to just grin and bear it. If I do decide to show it to you and you're unsure or just need time to get used to it. Or you don't want anything to do with it at all. I'd rather you just tell me."
"Crowley, if I ever need to slow down, you'll be the first to know."
"Because you've been saying how much you want me to be comfortable, but I want you to be comfortable too. If you see it and it's not your cup of tea, that's okay."
"I've never found a tea I don't liked, but yes, I promise."
"I just don't want you to be disappointed."
"You could never disappoint me." Aziraphale kissed the top of his head.
Crowley's chest ached, and he clung to Aziraphale, feeling possessive and ashamed. "Sometimes I think you'd have been happier going with a human. They can do things with you that I can't."
"No," Aziraphale said firmly, his arms tightening around Crowley. "I only want you. I want to experience this with you, not with some stranger I feel nothing for. I love you, and it means everything to me that we've been able to share these intimate moments together. Knowing that you feel the same, that you desire me back... That's all I've ever wanted."
"I love you," Crowley said, "and I fancy you like crazy."
Aziraphale beamed. "I love you, my gorgeous demon."
Aziraphale pulled him into a kiss and Crowley melted against him, his insecurities starting to fade into the background. He found himself thinking about the list. He'd been so focused on the things he couldn't do that he'd completely failed to take in the fact that he'd just read a list of Aziraphale's fantasies. Food play, eh? And bondage. Fuck.
"Do you think you would have shown me your list one day?" Crowley asked.
"I might have. Eventually. I would certainly have taken ideas from it and run them by you. But it was mostly so I wouldn't find myself in a position where it was the day after we'd broken the curse and I suddenly remembered that I never got around to asking you if you might enjoy, say, using handcuffs in the bedroom."
Crowley smiled. "Oh, yeah? Got a thing for handcuffs have you? I'm up for that."
"Really?" Aziraphale said, blushing furiously. "I confess, I got the idea when we were at the Bastille. I felt rather helpless with my wrists tied up like that. Oh, the thought of you having your wicked way with me while I was powerless to resist..."
"You were lucky I chose to free you instead of ravishing you up against the wall."
Aziraphale made a breathless sound.
Crowley's gaze drifted to the sturdy brass headboard. "I could handcuff you to these bars."
"Oh, my goodness!"
"And do all sorts of naughty things to you."
Aziraphale bit his own lip.
"I could do anything I wanted if I had you tied up. Anything from your naughty list."
"You fiend!"
"You've given me some very fiendish ideas," Crowley teased, leaning in close. His cock was growing hard at the thought of all the things he could do.
"Really? Which ones did you want to try?"
All of them, if Crowley were brave enough and Aziraphale were willing. But there were some he could do right now without getting his cock out.
Aziraphale was facing him, laying on his side, and it gave Crowley the perfect opportunity to trail a hand down his back before pushing under the waistband of his pyjama bottoms to cup his arse. He slid his finger along the line of his crack. "What if I were to slip my finger in here?"
"Oh," Aziraphale breathed, grinning with delight. "Yes, please."
"It's just a bonus that it's one of your favourites."
Aziraphale looked confused.
"You put a star next to it."
"Oh! The star means it's a good contender for how we break the curse. The star ones I can only do once – or at least, I can only orgasm once."
Crowley was still stroking a finger up and down Aziraphale's arse crack, and then he found the clench of his hole.
"O- Oh... Crowley. Please."
Crowley grinned. "I thought you wanted breakfast?"
For a split second, Aziraphale looked torn, but then Crowley's finger pressed a little harder and Aziraphale let out a shaky moan. "Oh. Breakfast can wait."
"Never thought I'd hear you say that."
"Oh, shush," Aziraphale chided, but he was smiling. "I don't suppose you could conjure up some handcuffs?"
"For you, anything." Crowley sat back, his hands falling away from Aziraphale's body. "On your back. Put your hands above your head."
Aziraphale obeyed, a giddy smile on his face. He jumped when manacles materialised around his wrists. A long metal chain linked the two cuffs together, going through the bars of the headboard and trapping him where he lay. They were similar to the manacles from the Bastille – Crowley remembered them well – and they clinked as Aziraphale tested them, pulling them taut.
"Oh! Oh dear! I seem to have gotten myself into a terrible bind," Aziraphale said, lifting his hands and making the chains rattle.
"Haven't you just. Well. I'm not freeing you this time. At least, not without getting something in return."
"What can I give you in exchange for my freedom?"
Crowley yanked Aziraphale's pyjama bottoms down his legs, freeing his cock which was already rock hard. The pyjamas ended up on the floor.
Aziraphale spluttered his protest, but there a look of delight on his face. "You fiend! How dare you manhandle me!"
Aziraphale's legs fell open in invitation, and Crowley lifted Aziraphale's ankles up onto his shoulders pulling Aziraphale's arse up into the air. Aziraphale yelped, his smile widening.
"Oh- Oh please…" Aziraphale said.
Crowley pried his cheeks apart, and then rubbed a finger against his puckered hole, drawing a shaky gasp from Aziraphale. Crowley dipped his head and started to lick at his rim.
"Oh! Oh, yes. Crowley, please!"
Crowley smiled against him, thrilled as he lapped and pressed with his tongue, teasing his hole but not quite breaching him, listening to the sounds of pleasure Aziraphale was making.
He pressed a fingertip against his hole and then looked up, meeting Aziraphale's eyes.
Aziraphale looked delirious with pleasure, his composure shot. Seeing him like this, knowing that he'd reduced Aziraphale to this keening and dishevelled mess was enough to knock the breath out of him.
"Please," Aziraphale begged.
He couldn't have refused him even if he'd wanted to.
A quick demonic miracle and Crowley's index finger was wet with lube. He rubbed little circles around Aziraphale's rim before slowly pressing inside, watching Aziraphale's face for any signs of discomfort before dropping his gaze to where his finger was sliding deeper and deeper.
Aziraphale let out a low moan, and then dissolved into whimpers when Crowley found his prostate. "Yes! Right there." Aziraphale was clinging to the chains of the manacles, making them rattle.
Crowley watched the way Aziraphale's rim stretched around his finger, the way he opened up for him, the lewdness of it all, the way Aziraphale's hips rocked greedily. Crowley slid a second finger inside and Aziraphale suddenly tensed.
"St- Stop!" Aziraphale cried out, chains clinking as he tried to pull away.
Crowley pulled his fingers free immediately, scared he'd hurt him. "What's wrong?"
"Phew," Aziraphale let out a breathless chuckle. "I thought I was going to come. I don't want to break the curse just yet!"
Crowley let of a relieved laugh. "I thought I'd injured you or something."
"No! Sorry!"
"It's all right," Crowley said with a smile. "So you can cum without having your cock touched then? You're able to have prostate orgasms?"
Aziraphale nodded, red faced. "Sometimes."
"Shall I continue?" Crowley asked, wiggling his fingers. "Or is it too risky?"
Aziraphale bit his lip. "Er. Should be okay now I think. I'll let you know when I get close again."
"You could finger yourself while I watch?" Crowley suggested. "I'd like to see that. Assuming I decide to untie you. How do you usually-? Do you have any sex toys or anything?"
Aziraphale's blush deepened. "I- I do have some toys, yes. Would you like to use one on me?"
"Shall I untie you? Or can I grab one for you if you like?"
"They're in the bottom drawer of my dresser."
Crowley slid off the bed and then pulled open the dresser drawer. There were two boxes inside, each one full to the brim with dildos in a variety of sizes, shapes and styles. His collection was larger than Crowley's and that was saying something. The toys were made from glass, porcelain, wood, and even jade, and the oldest looked to be made of stone. He couldn't see any modern ones, or at least, there didn't seem to be anything made of silicone.
"You've got so many, angel. I'm impressed."
"Well, I've had 6000 years to collect them." Aziraphale said sheepishly. "The box on the left is specifically for, er, anal. Flared bases and the like. Choose whichever one you like."
"Do you have any vibrators?"
"Um. No. I've never had one of those. They're rather modern and I've not purchased anything recently."
Crowley rooted through the butt plugs and dildos in the left-hand box, and eventually chose one made of glass, with a long shaft and a tapered end, the base bulbous. He lifted it up for Aziraphale to see and it shone in the morning light.
Aziraphale bit his lower lip. "Oh yes, good choice."
Aziraphale watched intently as Crowley stroked his fingers along the toy, playing with the head, warming it for him. Crowley climbed onto the bed, and after a quick bit of demonic magic the toy was glistening and slick with lube.
Shifting on the bed, his wrists bound, Aziraphale spread his legs and drew his knees up to his chest, putting his round bottom on show. Crowley let out a pleased moan at the sight of him, and then he took hold of one of Aziraphale's gorgeous thighs.
"I'm ready," Aziraphale said, and the pleading edge to his voice had heat pooling in Crowley's belly, his cock hard and straining against his underwear and the pyjama bottoms over them.
He pressed the tapered end against Aziraphale's twitching hole, making Aziraphale's breath catch and his thighs flex in anticipation.
"Please," Aziraphale begged, his voice cracking and turning into a moan as Crowley gave a small push, a tiny amount of pressure, and the tip started to sink inside. "That's it. That's it. Please. I can take it. Please."
The toy slipped inside slowly, carefully, until it was fully seated inside of him and Aziraphale was panting, his mouth open. Crowley's eyes darting back and forth between Aziraphale's blissed out expression and his stretched hole.
"Fuck," Crowley breathed.
Aziraphale let out an embarrassed laugh and then rolled his hips, the toy shifting inside of him, and it was one of the most erotic things Crowley had ever seen. He started to move the toy, thrusting it in and out, gripping the bulbous base tightly.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Crowley said. "You look so good like this."
A shuddering moan broke from Aziraphale. "Faster."
Crowley did as he was told, eager to please Aziraphale, to draw more moans from him. He felt dizzy with want, his neglected cock almost painful where it was trapped in his underwear. His eyes darted between Aziraphale's stretched rim, his leaking cock and his blushing face.
Aziraphale was clinging to the bars of the headboard, the chains clanking as he writhed in place. His gaze dropped to Crowley's groin, and Crowley looked down with some alarm, but he was still perfectly tucked away. He was desperately hard, a wet patch growing on the material.
"I'm being awfully greedy," Aziraphale said. "Leaving you so neglected. Do you want to... How would you like to...?"
"I'm having a great time, angel. Watching you enjoy yourself really does it for me."
"Would you like to rub our cocks together?"
"Actually, I was kinda hoping to see you cum untouched if that's alright? Do you think you could have a prostate orgasm like this?"
"Yes, I think so."
Crowley's gaze fell to Aziraphale's cock, and he imagined it spurting cum while Crowley slammed the dildo into his perfect arse. He let out a groan.
He considered wanking off. He was desperately horny, but if he put his hands down his pants Aziraphale might accidently see his cock. He started to stroke a hand over his pyjamas.
Aziraphale was biting his lip, his eyes hungry as he watched Crowley fondle himself. "If I had a blindfold on, would you pull yourself free and stroke yourself? Would you come for me?"
Crowley growled deep in his throat and rubbed himself harder. "That was on your list, wasn't it? Blindfolds."
"Well remembered. I think being blindfolded would be rather thrilling."
A click of Crowley's fingers and there was a black, silk sash laid across his hand. He ran the material through his fingers while Aziraphale watched, eyes wide with anticipation.
"Ready, angel?" Crowley asked as he moved closer.
Aziraphale nodded and his eyes drifted closed. "Yes, I'm ready."
After kissing him, Crowley tied the sash around Aziraphale's head and then knotted it securely behind him. He tested it, making sure it wouldn't slip. "Is that comfortable? Not too tight?"
"It's perfect."
"And you definitely can't see?" Crowley waved a hand in front of Aziraphale's eyes.
"I can't see a thing. I feel rather helpless actually."
"I bet you do." Crowley ran a hand down Aziraphale's thigh, enjoying the way Aziraphale jerked in surprise at the touch and let out a delighted laugh. Crowley kissed him, pushing his tongue past parted lips at the same time that he started to play with the dildo, making Aziraphale whimper into his mouth.
With one hand still on the dildo, the other slipped under the waistband of his own pyjamas and into his underwear. He grabbed himself tightly, a shuddering moan escaping him.
Aziraphale's hips rolled as Crowley fucked him with the dildo. "Are you touching yourself Crowley?"
"Y-Yes. I couldn't help it. You look so good like this."
Crowley's gaze slid from Aziraphale's stretched rim to his blindfolded face, and then, confidence growing, he yanked his pyjamas down and then pulled himself out of his underwear. He felt a flare of panic at being out in the open, but he knew Aziraphale couldn't see him. He was safe.
Crowley's full attention returned to Aziraphale's stretched arsehole, watching the toy slide in and out. He imagined it was him thrusting inside of Aziraphale's hole instead, burying himself deep into his body and bringing pleasure to them both.
"You could rub yourself against my thigh or turn me over and rub yourself between my cheeks if you want," Aziraphale suggested. "You can even put it in me."
The thought of it – of all of it – had need burning inside of him, but he couldn't. Not without Aziraphale seeing it first. Aziraphale should know what was being rubbed against him or pressed inside of him. What if he saw it later and was repulsed that it had already touched him?
"Crowley?" Aziraphale said when he didn't immediately respond, worry in his voice.
"Thanks, but… Maybe another time." Oh, but he could picture it. He stared at Aziraphale's vulnerable hole and imagined stretching him open on his cock. It seemed so easy and yet impossible at the same time.
"It's alright," said Aziraphale. "It was just an idea."
"Was a good idea. I'll think about it."
Crowley leant forward and kissed him, and then he pulled Aziraphale's ankles up onto his shoulders and pulled his arse up onto his lap. All while making sure Aziraphale wasn't too close to his cock.
Crowley stroked himself with one hand, and with the other he thrust the toy into Aziraphale's arse, over and over. Aziraphale moaned and trembled, vulnerable and helpless as Crowley worked him, his usual calm and controlled demeanour shattering as he lost control, unravelling under Crowley's attention. There was a sharp gasp, an unintelligible noise that sounded a lot like Crowley's name, and then Aziraphale was coming across his own stomach without even the slightest touch to his cock.
Crowley groaned, his hand speeding up on his own cock. "C- Can I cum on you?"
"Yes! Anywhere you want," Aziraphale gasped out. He was shaking, panting, the toy still buried deep inside of him.
All it took were a few hard tugs and Crowley's breath was hitching, waves of pleasure crashing through him.
"Oh," Aziraphale moaned as his thighs and arse were splashed with Crowley's cum, and Crowley couldn't tear his eyes away from him, bound and blindfolded as he was, covered in both of their seed.
Still shivering with the aftershocks of his pleasure, Crowley tucked himself back into his underwear, pulling it back into place and then fixing his pyjama bottoms. His cock would soften soon and retreat back into his body, but it'd probably take a while, aroused as he still was.
"Crowley?"
"I'm here, angel." Crowley glanced down one last time to make sure he was tucked away safely and then he reached forward and pulled Aziraphale's blindfold away.
Aziraphale smiled up at him, adoration in his eyes, and then he looked down at himself, at the mess of cum that covered his naked body, and his smile only widened.
The manacles that bound Aziraphale's wrists vanished. He sat up, took Crowley's face in his hands and kissed him deeply. "It's good to be able to see you again," Aziraphale said as he stroked his fingers through Crowley's hair. "And as much as I enjoyed the handcuffs, I missed being able to touch you."
Crowley let out a breathless laugh. "You and me both, angel."