A few days later, Crowley sauntered into the bookshop and gave Aziraphale a kiss hello. "I got you a present," he said with a smile, and held out a paper bag.

Aziraphale hoped it contained chocolate, but as soon as he took the bag and saw the logo on the front, he knew it didn't. "Crowley! This is from a sex shop!"

Crowley grinned.

Giddy with excitement, Aziraphale unstuck the tape from the top of the bag and pulled out a sky-blue box.

There were pictures of clouds on the box and the words, 'Divine ecstasy,' scrawled across it in a swooping font. A see-through window on the front showed a white bullet-shaped gadget with a cable attached to one end of it. Aziraphale gasped, intrigued and excited.

"It's a bullet vibrator. I saw this one and couldn't resist," Crowley said with a chuckle. "You said you'd never tried one before, so I thought I'd get you one. It's good for anal or vaginal play. The controls are on the end of the cable."

"Thank you so much, darling."

Aziraphale frowned, realising there was something else in the bag. He pulled it free, and his eyes immediately lit up. "Chocolate!" he cried, delighted, but then his eyebrows shot up. "Chocolate penises!"

Aziraphale wanted to make a joke about how he wanted a cock in his mouth but worried his playful comment might just make Crowley feel pressured into doing something he wasn't ready for. He'd already made a terrible mess of things with his silly list, which he still felt terribly guilty about. "You fiend!" he said instead. "We can save these for dessert."

Aziraphale led Crowley into the little kitchen where a Sunday roast was in the oven.

"So," Crowley said that night once they were in Aziraphale's bedroom. "I bought a little something for myself too. Wanna see?"

Excitement swelled in Aziraphale's chest, and he nodded eagerly.

"Sit down on the bed then."

Aziraphale obediently perched on the edge of the bed with his hands on his knees, although he'd much rather they were on Crowley.

Crowley started to strip, unbuttoning his shirt and then shrugging out of it while Aziraphale watched, thoroughly enjoying the clumsy strip tease. He admired Crowley's chest and flat stomach, marvelling at the way his muscles flexed as he moved.

Crowley's too-tight trousers were kicked off. "Tada," he said, gesturing to his underwear. They looked almost identical to his usual style - black with good coverage to keep himself hidden - but these ones had black lace over the material.

"Oh, very elegant," Aziraphale said enthusiastically. "They look stunning on you."

Then Crowley turned around.

The underwear was backless, giving the impression that Crowley was entirely naked, save for the black bands around his waist and the top of his legs. Aziraphale had never seen Crowley's bare arse before, and he found himself staring, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Oh, Crowley, you have such a lovely bottom."

Crowley made an embarrassed sound and then looked over his shoulder at him, a grin on his face. "I thought we could- Er. You know. I really enjoy anal, so if you'd like to- It was on your list. This way we can do it without me needing to get naked. I mean, I can get completely naked if you wear a blindfold again, but I figured you'd like to see what you're doing?" He let out an awkward laugh.

Aziraphale felt upset suddenly, knowing that Crowley had to go to such lengths to be able to do this with him. He pushed the thought aside, instead focussing on the fact that Crowley wanted Aziraphale inside of him. He wanted it too. His cock ached at the thought of it.

Aziraphale smiled, his gaze dropping back to that perfectly pert little bottom. "Yes, I want to be able to see what I do you, darling. Oh, just look at you, you gorgeous thing."

Crowley grinned. "So you wanna? Unless you wanted to try out the bullet? Or both?"

"Well, you're always so good to me. I think it's high time we focused on you and this glorious bottom."

Still sat on the edge of the bed, Aziraphale gestured for Crowley to come closer, and Crowley backed up until Aziraphale was able to grab him by the hips and pull him in. He palmed Crowley's arse cheeks, rubbing his fingers over the soft, smooth skin before stroking a finger along his arse crack. Crowley's breath hitched.

"Does it feel good?" Aziraphale asked.

"Yeah, it feels amazing," Crowley said, pushing back against his hand.

Before long Aziraphale was rubbing at Crowley's puckered arsehole, his other hand holding his cheeks apart while Crowley dissolving into gasps and whines.

"How about you hop up on the bed?" Aziraphale suggested, and Crowley immediately spun around to kiss him feverishly before jumping up beside him.

"How d'ya want me?" Crowley asked, already on all fours.

"However you like."

Crowley seemed to consider this for a moment and then he laid down on his back with his legs spread and his knees pulled up towards his chest. "This okay?" He seemed to rethink it and grabbed a pillow – his pillow as it now was – and pushed it under his rear to angle his arse upwards. "Howzat?"

"Lovely," Aziraphale said, admiring the view. He shifted closer, kneeling between Crowley's open legs. He stroked a hand up the inside of Crowley's thigh, drawing a breathy little moan from him, and then he teased Crowley's cheeks apart until Crowley's pink rim was perfectly on show.

Crowley had one hand over the black lace that covered his cock, rubbing lazily at himself, but Aziraphale suspected he was mostly doing in in order to shield himself. Aziraphale's face was closer to Crowley's groin than ever before, after all, and even with Crowley's hand in the way, Aziraphale couldn't help but notice that Crowley didn't seem to have any balls.

Aziraphale refocused his attention on Crowley's puckered hole. He dipped his head and licked at his rim until Crowley was a whimpering mess, his free hand fisted in the bed sheets.

Aziraphale pulled back. "Can I finger you?"

Crowley made a needy noise. "Please."

"Pass me the bottle from the bedside table."

Crowley flailed wildly before grabbing the little bottle and handing it over.

Aziraphale coated his fingers and then nudged at Crowley's hole, watching intently as his middle finger breached him, slipping inside slowly as the ring of muscle opened for him. Crowley was moaning, and the sound of it spurred Aziraphale on all he more. He felt overwhelmed as he watched his finger thrust in and out, making wonderful slick noises, and then he slipped a second finger inside, and Crowley started to roll his hips to meet each push.

Crowley looked up at him with half lidded eyes. "I want your cock inside me, angel."

The words sent a surge of need through Aziraphale. His cock was already aching where it was trapped inside of his trousers, and he fumbled with the fly, trying to get it undone using only one hand, and then his impatience got the better of him. A quick miracle and all of his clothes were in a neatly folded pile on his chair, leaving him completely naked. His cock was already leaking, and Crowley whimpered, his eyes fixed on it.

Aziraphale used the lube on himself, his hand trembling with anticipation, and then he rubbed more around Crowley's pink rim.

Holding Crowley's thighs tightly, he moved in closer. His voice shook slightly when he spoke. "You've no idea how much I've wanted this."

"Me too, angel, me too. Go on, that's it. Oh, ngh. Yeah. Yesss."

All he'd done was press the head of his cock lightly against his entrance, but with Crowley's eager encouragement, he was pushing inside, gasping with pleasure as he watched Crowley stretch open around his cock.

It was too much suddenly, the sight of it, the feel of it. It was his first time claiming him like this. He'd fantasised about this so many times without ever thinking it could happen in real life.

He was grateful for the curse. But most of all, he was grateful for Crowley.

He sank all the way inside until he was flush against Crowley's arse. Crowley whined and started to roll his hips, greedy for more.

"Steady, steady," Aziraphale gasped. "I just need a moment."

Crowley stilled, looking up at him questioningly.

"I want to last a little longer than a few seconds," Aziraphale said with breathy laugh. Even without the threat of accidently breaking the curse, he wanted to make this last, he wanted to savour every second he was inside Crowley.

Once he wasn't at risk of breaking the curse immediately, he started to move, watching the way he slid in and out of Crowley's rear, and then he looked up at Crowley's face. Crowley was watching it too, his lips parted, awe on his face.

Aziraphale sped up, gasping at how good it felt, at how deliciously tight Crowley was and how much Crowley was clearly enjoying it. The sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard over the sound of their panting. Aziraphale slowed down. He couldn't hold back anymore and so he pulled out even as his body screamed in protest, begging for him to bury himself deep, to fill Crowley up with his seed.

Crowley let out a little whimper, his hole twitching and clenching around nothing. "You can cum on me if you want," Crowley gasped. "I'm more than happy for you to cum in me, of course, but, well..."

Aziraphale nodded, a shaky laugh escaping him. "I think I can keep going if you give me a moment. If you would like to?"

"Of course!" Crowley said enthusiastically. "How about I change position? Hands and knees?"

Aziraphale nodded, the mental image leaving him lightheaded. "Yes."

Aziraphale lubed himself up again as Crowley got into position, and then Aziraphale fingered him again for good measure. When he slid inside with a moan, Crowley let out a needy whine and pushed back against him.

Aziraphale bit his lower lip. "If I climax before you do, then maybe you could use one of my dildos. Or my new vibrator?"

Crowley made a sound of agreement and then dissolved into whimpers as Aziraphale started thrusting into him, harder than before, able to get deeper in this position. Crowley dropped so that he was laying on his chest, face pressed to the bed, his bottom raised up in the air, his back arching beautifully.

One of Crowley's hands moved beneath himself. Aziraphale couldn't see anything, save for the arm movement, but he could picture Crowley with a hand pushed inside of his lacy underwear. He must be stroking himself, perhaps so desperate for release that he'd pulled himself out altogether, knowing Aziraphale couldn't see anything.

Crowley trembled, his legs shaking, arsehole clenching, moaning into a pillow, making those sounds he always made when he came.

Aziraphale managed a few more thrusts before he forced himself to pull out. He pushed his cock in the valley between Crowley's arse cheeks and thrust three or four times before he was coming too, spilling hot streaks across Crowley's back and arse.

Sitting back on his heels and panting, Aziraphale admired Crowley's streaked skin and his well-used hole, glistening as it continued to twitch. Aziraphale stroked a hand over Crowley's bottom and smiled. "I've made quite a mess of you."

Crowley scoffed. "Yeah, and I've made quite a mess of your lovely sheets."

Smirking, Aziraphale admired the splashes of cum on the bed.

Crowley laid down on his stomach with a grunt, avoiding the damp patch, his back and his arse still covered in Aziraphale's cum. He peered over his shoulder with a smile. "C'mere, angel."

Aziraphale surged forward and kissed him.

Early the next morning, Crowley reluctantly left in order to host a meeting in Hell, and it was almost midday by the time he finally returned to the bookshop.

The bell above the door chimed as he sauntered in, and he found Aziraphale at his desk with a pen in hand and his ledger in front of him. The gramophone was playing in the background.

Aziraphale looking up from his work, a delighted smile on his face. "Crowley!"

Crowley leant over the desk and kissed him. "I've brought lunch as promised. Sandwiches from that little deli you like." It was a peace offering of sorts, for having to rush off so early.

"I hope your presentation went well?"

"Yeah, it was alright. Don't think many people were paying attention, to be honest. I could hear people chatting in the back."

Aziraphale looked strangely flushed, a thin sheen of sweat across his forehead.

"Are you okay, angel?"

"Oh, yes. Most definitely." Aziraphale gave an awkward smile and then tugged at his collar.

Crowley raised an eyebrow.

Aziraphale bit his lower lip and then swallowed. "This is terribly embarrassing, and I hope you won't be too disappointed that I didn't wait, but it was such a lovely gift, and I was curious..."

Crowley's eyebrows shot up his face. "Did you-?" With a spark of demonic magic, the gramophone switched off, and in the sudden silence a quiet buzzing could be heard. "You've got the vibe in you?!"

"...Maybe."

"I can't believe you've been sat there innocently doing your taxes or whatever with a bullet up your, your..."

"Vagina. And I'm not doing my taxes. I'm copying out my inventory in neat."

"So you like your present then?" Crowley said with a grin.

"I do. It's wonderful." Aziraphale looked up at Crowley from under his lashes. "I've been thinking about your wicked tongue all morning..."

"Oh, have you now? Naughty angel. You need a good tongue lashing."

"Perhaps we should retire upstairs," Aziraphale said, starting to get to his feet.

Crowley circled behind his chair. "No, no," he said, placing both hands on Aziraphale's shoulders and gently pushing him back down. "You need to finish your writing. I'll take care of you. Me and that vibe of yours. Under the desk."

"My goodness," Aziraphale gasped as he settled back in his seat.

Crowley kissed him and then got down onto his knees, crawling under the desk. He found his way between Aziraphale's spread legs and then unfastened his beige trousers. After some manoeuvring on both of their parts, Crowley pulled Aziraphale's trousers down along with his underwear.

The buzzing of the vibrator seemed louder from Crowley's position, and Aziraphale trembled and moaned as Crowley started to touch him where he was already so wet, feeling the vibration of the toy through his fingers. He found the cord and followed it to the controls before turning the vibration up a notch, making Aziraphale groan.

"You're so wet, angel. I can't wait to taste you." He moved closer and then licked a stripe along his sex. He did it again and again, pushing against Aziraphale's opening but not quite slipping inside.

Aziraphale's fingers found their way under the desk and into Crowley's hair.

Crowley drew back slightly, using his fingers to tease Aziraphale while he spoke. "Pick up your pen, angel. I'm not stopping until you've copied out every last word, so you'd better get to work."

There came a fumbling sound as Aziraphale picked up his pen, then a scratching noise as he started to write.

"Good angel," Crowley said against Aziraphale's cunt, and then he pushed his tongue inside, felt the way Aziraphale jolted and whined.

Crowley pulled himself out of his trousers. Even if Aziraphale tried to peek under the desk, in Crowley's current position he wouldn't be able to see anything. He was safe. Besides, he was desperately horny. He stroked himself while he licked and sucked, listening to Aziraphale's whimpers and the scratching of the pen.

"I'm close," Aziraphale gasped. "Don't- Just the outside."

"Okay, angel," Crowley said, and then he was licking at his outer lips, making sure not to accidently slip inside.

A sharp intake of breath, and Aziraphale's body jolted. Even with the vibrating toy, Crowley could feel the way his cunt pulsed.

"Oh, oh, Crowley!"

Crowley pressed his face against Aziraphale's sodden body, breathing in the scent of him, feeling the way he was still twitching. Crowley's hand moved in a frenzy and suddenly he was coming over his fingers and across the floor, letting out a desperate moan against Aziraphale's cunt.

"D- Don't get up yet," Crowley warned breathlessly as he miracled away the mess he'd just made and tucked himself back into his trousers. "Lemme just… There. You can get up now."

After a moment the bullet stopped vibrating, the chair scraped back and suddenly Aziraphale was on his knees in front of him, kissing him. Crowley was pulled to his feet and then pushed back against the desk where he was kissed feverishly.

"I love you," Aziraphale said.

Crowley gave him a lopsided grin. "I love you, angel."

Crowley glanced down at the page Aziraphale had been writing on and tutted. "Aziraphale, I thought you were supposed to be writing this up in neat? Your handwriting is terribly wobbly at the end there."

"That," said Aziraphale. "Is entirely your fault. It's impossible to concentrate with your wicked tongue doing unspeakable things to me."

"Maybe I should make you start over," Crowley said with a mischievous grin.

"At least let me have lunch first."