They took a few steps toward the main entrance, but then Crowley steered them in a different direction. "Actually, I have an even better idea." He held up a white plastic card. Aziraphale looked at it, only momentarily confused. "You got us the table. This one was my turn." Aziraphale felt his knees might buckle but Crowley held him up and together they made it to the elevator. Turning to each other and kissing as soon as they doors closed they forgot to even press the button, but a thought from Crowley sent it to the proper floor.
The doors opened again and they stumbled excitedly down the hall, hands already stroking each other in distracting places. Now that his secret was out, Aziraphale was suddenly a very handsy angel! Crowley struggled with the keycard as the angel squeezed his buttock playfully and ended up unlocking the door with his own powers instead. A moment later they stepped inside. It was the Ritz, so naturally the room was gorgeous- cream walls accented with gold trim, furnishings in peach and light blue. Neither of them were strangers to fancy décor, of course, but the idea of what they were about to do made them both grin with the idea of having their first time be in such a place.
"Room matches you quite well, my beautiful angel," Crowley said, turning to Aziraphale and pinning him to the door with a passionate kiss. "Do you like it?" He meant the room but the angel's eyes had already slid closed in pleasure at what the demon's tongue was doing to his own. Crowley leaned down, kissing his neck as his hands slid under the angel's jacket to remove it.
"It's amazing," Aziraphale breathed, meaning everything that Crowley was doing to him, and the way it made him feel that Crowley had just called him beautiful. Too distracted by each other to bother moving further into the room they continued kissing at the door, working on each other's buttons. Crowley's modern clothes had fewer of them so the angel managed to work his black shirt off first. Crowley was realizing with a smile that his earlier practice on Aziraphale's clothes was helping now, because at least he knew where all of them were! He wrestled off the angel's waistcoat, tie, and shirt, tossing them to the side with far less care than earlier, all his attention on the hot, trembling being before him. Finally he managed to unbutton Aziraphale's trousers and slide them down partway.
Crowley sank to his knees, looking up worshipfully at the wide blue eyes of his angel. Aziraphale's cock was already twitching, but Crowley looked past it for a moment and placed his hand instead on the tattoo. "How long ago did you get this, Angel?"
Aziraphale looked down at his demon and stroked his red hair. "Decades ago, my love." Crowley turned to the spot with his mouth, tonguing it hotly. Aziraphale gasped, dizzy arousal tugging his eyes to shut, but the sight of Crowley kneeling before him just like his fantasies held them open.
"And how long before that did you want it?" Crowley asked, hands sliding around Aziraphale's upper thighs as he leaned his face there, aligning his own mark with the angel's.
Aziraphale whimpered at the sight. "Always," he breathed, seeing the reaction on Crowley's face as the snake eyes dilated and his skin flushed deeper pink. In a moment Crowley was devouring his cock with that hot mouth, serpent tongue sliding and squeezing like he'd always dreamed, hands stroking everywhere the mouth didn't reach.
Shaking with the onslaught of pleasure, Aziraphale began sliding down the door, unable to stay standing. Crowley felt it and managed to maneuver him over the bed instead. Once there he pulled off the angel's shoes and tugged his trousers and socks all the way off his legs. With the angel's legs now free he opened them and went back to kissing the tattoo for a moment, then placed his palm over it, one hand continuing to squeeze the angel's thigh as his mouth and other hand went back to work earnestly on his cock. Aziraphale squirmed and moaned uncontrollably, hips thrusting toward Crowley's amazing mouth. The lust his demon was pouring over him felt more heavenly than Heaven ever had. He rode the wave of euphoria as long as he could, but finally it peaked. With a cry he came and felt it as Crowley swallowed it all.
Neither one of them moved for long minutes. Aziraphale was panting, one hand still tangled in Crowley's hair. Crowley stayed curled next to him with his head resting on Aziraphale's thigh, savoring the angel's taste in his mouth. Eventually he uncurled and crawled up to lay on top of him, kissing him slowly but deeply, their tongues sliding together as Aziriphale wrapped his arms around him tightly.
Drawing back to look at him Crowley asked, "was that what you dreamed of, Angel?"
Aziraphale smiled at the smug look on his demon's face. "Oh yes," he said, grinding his hips up for emphasis.
"Mmm." sighed Crowley, feeling the pressure where his erection squeezed against his pants.
"Or at least, one of the things," Aziraphale said, looking up at him impishly. Crowley grinned. "I'll confess, in six thousand years, I had quite a lot of ideas."
"Good," said Crowley. "So did I . . . " he began kissing Aziraphale's chest, starting to work downward again, but Aziraphale rolled them over and pinned him down. The angel was stronger than he had realized. The demon surrendered to him gladly. He had dreamed of this too. Aziraphale continued where he had left off with Crowley's clothes, peeling the black undershirt over his head and then going to work on his belt. Crowley sighed with relief as his pants and underwear were finally removed, Aziraphale pulling them carefully over his hard member and down his legs until they were both gloriously naked.
Aziraphale gazed for long moments at his demon, taking the opportunity now that he'd resisted before. This was so much better anyway, seeing Crowley as himself, admiring the way his pink-flushed skin practically glowed against the white sheets of the hotel bed. "I always wondered," he said, licking his lips, "what you would taste like." He stroked one hand down Crowley's chest until he reached his cock, stroking it lightly as he leaned down to kiss Crowley briefly on the lips before moving to his neck, his chest, his stomach, leaving a wet trail as he licked and nibbled his way down Crowley's body. Crowley was in ecstasy as he watched his angel devouring him, the way he'd always watched him savor every bite of a delicious meal. Aziraphale was making the same little noises of enjoyment he made at a good dinner and soon Crowley was making them too. He reached Crowley's cock and gave it a long lick from the base to the tip, drawing a loud groan from Crowley's throat. Aziraphale continued swirling his tongue over him, tasting every inch of skin before drawing him into his mouth to suck greedily.
Inside my angel, he thought fleetingly. Crowley's hips arched off the bed with the incredible feel of it. Aziraphale's mouth was like a fiery blessing, surrounding him with love like he'd never felt. After thousands of years of wanting he found himself climaxing in mere seconds. And though he would have once thought that would be embarrassing, in the moment he felt far too amazing to care.
Aziraphale slowed but was not done tasting his demon yet. After swallowing his juices he continued kissing and nibbling between Crowley's legs, gradually inching further down until he had to lift Crowley's post-orgasmically limp legs up to continue. That hot, wet tongue continued past Crowley's balls and then began working miraculously naughty designs at his rear entrance.
"Oh Angel . . . oh!" Crowley gasped as the angel's fingers began playing there too, carrying the magic inside in the most astonishing way. Whatever Aziraphale had done made them slick and smooth in a way that made Crowley thrust helplessly to push them deeper.
Aziraphale kneeled up between his legs, continuing to work Crowley's ass with one hand and stroking his cock again with the other. The demon grew hard again. The angel did too.
Aziraphale looked down at his beloved demon, watching him writhe with pleasure in his hands. He could bring him off again like this easily, but wanted more. "You wanted an angel inside you?" he breathed, stroking his fingers across Crowley's most sensitive spot.
Crowley reached for him, clumsily stroking Aziraphale's thick member. "I want YOU inside me." The angel needed no further encouragement and brought his hard cock to replace his fingers, pushing in slowly. Crowley felt that thickness stretch him deliciously as his angel filled him.
A demon speared by love, and an angel drenched in desire. Nothing could possibly be better, except when they started to move. Fortunately their groans and gasps of delight were steadfastly ignored by Heaven and Hell, but they were heard in most of the hotel. Televisions switched off and the restaurant cleared as couples nearly sprinted for their rooms (and those that weren't guests found corners). The sounds went on for quite some time until what felt like a small earthquake shook the building, and then it was quiet.
Angel and demon lay side by side on a pile of tangled bedding, spent from their exertions. Now and then they looked at each other and inevitably began to laugh, speechless with joy at the way this had finally, ineffably, turned out. A nightingale arrived from a couple blocks away to sing by the window, then continued on its way.
Note on the Ritz: As long as they are there, why not take advantage? I did not have a particular room in mind, but the general color scheme is plausible from room pics as of 2023. The hotel does have an elevator, though where it is in relation to the restaurant vs. grand staircases I have no idea. Berkeley Square is a couple blocks away.