Hey guys! So I recently did a whole series rewatch, and have been looking at A FUCK TON of fanart, and reading a HELL OF A LOT of fic. Anyway, a few pieces of fanart have inspired me to write for these two again. And thus this fic was born, and ran away from me without permission...as fics tend to do.
Anyway, this was literally just supposed to be a quick 1.5k of them fucking, but nooooo it had to have feelings and angst, which I can tell you were not intended at the beginning. But I digress.
Check out the awesome fanart in the link below, and I hope you enjoy this 'secret tryst' in Rome. Much love xox

P.S. I feel the need to say: that I only tagged this with Crowley loves Aziraphale and not the reverse cause it's from Crowley's POV, but our angel is certainly in love with his demon, rest assured.
Also I'm not up with 41AD Roman terminology, so just roll with any mistakes you find, cheers.
And they don't prune in the water cause miracles :D

P.P.S. Keep an eye out for more GO fics over the next week or so, for I have at least three to post.

Link: tumblr DOT com /bea-n-art/737862883937058816

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"I hear Petronius has a private bath."

When he'd said those words, Crowley hadn't expected to end up in said private bath, naked, hard, and in the lap of an equally bare and aroused angel.

He blamed it on the abundance of wine and oysters at the party – Petronius' party, that they'd ended up at after dining at his restaurant, where Aziraphale had made a point of complimenting the oysters at length. Though deep down, Crowley knew that it wasn't just the alcohol and aphrodisiac that led them there, and he had to admit - to himself at least – that his own desires were partially to blame also.

All Aziraphale had to do was raise an intrigued eyebrow, and Crowley had gone weak at the knees – luckily he'd been sitting at the time.

"It would be remiss of us to forgo seeing such architecture…" Aziraphale had commented, a cheeky glint in his eye, and colour in his cheeks.

The angel tended to get a bit daring, and excitable when he was inebriated, although the fact that he could still pronounce 'architecture' without much difficulty likely meant that he was more sober than he appeared. It did take a hell of a lot more booze to get an angel drunk than it did humans.

And who was Crowley kidding anyway? Aziraphale was always excitable over neat things that humans had achieved.

"Just a quick peak?" the request was accompanied by round eyes, and a pout that Crowley was quick realising would allow the angel to get away with too much around him.

He'd barely even rolled his yellow eyes in submission behind his tiny, tinted glasses, when his hand, the one not occupied with a cup of wine, was firmly grabbed and he was being dragged up and away from his comfortable seat.

The hall was quieter and cooler than the party room, and dropped a further couple of degrees as Aziraphale's warm finger's slid from his hand. Crowley had no choice but to abandon his wine and follow him after that. The snake in him sought out the warmth that radiated from the angel, the demon in him was excited by the naughtiness of it, and the heart in his chest made him unable to desire anything but to be in his angel's wake.

Surprisingly, their search didn't take long, a few wrong doors, and mistaken corridors, but it was only mere minutes until they were inspecting the latest in bath room designs.

It was nice enough, but Crowley wasn't all that interested in architecture really, he was rather more focused on the angelic being examining the patterns on the wall. The large plants in giant pots about the room were lovely and green though, if he ever had a permanent establishment of his own, he wouldn't mind their company.

"Should we take a quick dip?"

Crowley had taken his eyes off of the angel for just a moment to inspect a broad leafed plant, and when he looked back, Aziraphale was already bent over and taking off his sandals. There was an excitement, a bit of a glow even radiating from the angel, and it had Crowley transfixed.

Then Aziraphale stood, back to the demon, facing the great bath that was cut into the floor, taking up half of the room, and proceeded to shed his clothes, all of them. Every single item. Leaving him stark naked, his plump, soft looking bum cheeks wobbling a tad as he took a step to put a toe in the water to test it.

Crowley had to pick his jaw up off of the floor. Luckily the inhuman noise he made was lost under Aziraphale's squeak as his toe hit the water.

"Oh! It's freezing!"

Without a single thought to it, Crowley clicked his fingers, and steam instantly rose from the water, indicating the change in temperature.

There was a happier noise when Aziraphale tested the water again, "It's perfect, thank you," he smiled over his shoulder, and Crowley had to quickly school his features into something that looked less like unconditional, devoted worship, and more like a 'you're welcome' smile.

He watched as Aziraphale took each step down into the heated water, a contented sigh leaving his mouth as he reached the bottom, and the water was two thirds of the way up his back. That was when the angel turned around and asked, "Aren't you going to join me, my dear fellow?"

Crowley hardly registered the words, he was distracted by the water lapping at taut, dusty brown nipples, and the soft curves of the angel's nude body. They'd never seen each other naked before, there'd never been a reason – or opportunity – to do so, and now that it was happening, Crowley was going to take his fill, commit each contour to memory while he could. He didn't know if he'd ever be allowed this privilege again.

"Crowley?"

Shit, he was staring.

"Yeah, yep, coming. Uh, some interesting patterns on the wall behind you, don't you think?"

He launched into action, hurriedly removing his own sandals while Aziraphale turned to check out the wall. Crowley had his glasses on the nearby table, and his toga half way off of his shoulders by the time the angel turned back, mouth open to speak, but the words seemed to catch in his throat as the dark material slithered to the floor.

Oh.

Green eyes wide, mouth still agape, Aziraphale didn't even try to pretend that he wasn't openly looking Crowley's now naked – apart from the silver laurel wreath in his hair - form up and down.

Oh fuck.

Crowley hadn't been flaccid to begin with – how could he have been after seeing his angel like that for the first time – but the attention he was receiving from said angel was only serving to fill him out further, and there was nothing he could do about it. With a blush rising on his sharp cheek bones as well, Crowley was torn between attempting to be sexy, and giving in to the timidness clawing at his chest.

"Join me…" Aziraphale requested breathlessly, "Please," he added in almost a whisper.

The angel's hand rested outstretched on the surface of the water, as if he were reaching for Crowley, and dear Satan, he would let those hands touch him wherever they wanted, for however long they wanted.

He took one step into the water, it was perfect, and then another, letting his hips swagger seductively.

He'd reached the bottom of the steps when Aziraphale gushed, "You are the embodiment of temptation, my dear."

Crowley stopped dead in his tracks. This wasn't about that, he didn't want Aziraphale to think that this was just a demon tempting an angel, "I'm not…I wasn't-"

"No, no! I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry, it was a compliment," he hurried to explain, coming closer to the demon at the same time. "I meant that you're very alluring," he amended, now only two paces from Crowley.

"Oh," Crowley hid behind his dark lashes. He'd seen the way Aziraphale had looked at him, but to hear it straight from the angel's mouth.

"And I'd…lord help me, I'd very much like to kiss you…" Aziraphale continued, "if, um, if that's something-"

Crowley moulded their lips together before Aziraphale could change his mind. Maybe he'd had too much wine and was in an alcohol induced daydream – or actual dream – or maybe this was really real, but either way, Aziraphale was being receptive to him. No, not merely receptive, Aziraphale wanted him, Crowley was asked to join him, Aziraphale admitted to desiring to kiss the demon. As his arms circled around Aziraphale's neck, tongue slipping through the seam of soft lips, Crowley couldn't bring himself to care about anything else, for he was the happiest he'd ever been in that moment.

Aziraphale's hands tentatively found narrow hips, but once they were there, he gripped them tight, drawing Crowley's body closer to his own, and Crowley ruined the moment for himself.

"Angel…"

"You feel so lovely to touch."

"Are you sure you want this?" he hated himself for asking, but he had to, there was that little part of his mind niggling at him, telling him that this perfect, pure, beautiful creature couldn't possibly want him, a fiend, a serpent, a demon, an agent of evil.

"With my entire being…can you not see and feel how my body reacts to you, you're gorgeous, Crowley."

"I'm a demon," Crowley deadpanned, needing Aziraphale to understand.

"I remember," Aziraphale sounded frustrated, then concerned, "did I…did I read this wrong? I was certain the feelings were mutual…"

"What? No, yes, they are. I mean I definitely want this…with you, I just…don't want you to regret it later, when you sober up."

"My dear boy, I am quite sober, a tiny miracle, I did not wish for this memory to be tainted by a drunken haze."

"Oh…" Aziraphale actually truly wanted him! "I guess I'm the one cocking it up then," he felt rather sheepish about that.

"It's quite alright," Aziraphale rubbed circles into his hips with his thumbs, "could we…continue? I've waited quite some time to have you like this, and-"

"Yes, yes…you can have me however you want, Angel," Crowley punctuated his words by locking their lips again, and pressing his body against Aziraphale's, feeling his interest rest against Aziraphale's stomach, and the angel's settle against his own.

Aziraphale let out a soft moan that had Crowley walking them through the water toward the wall behind the angel, hands flitting across skin, and raking through short hair, mouths meeting hungrily, and tongues caressing each other.

There appeared to be a large step half way up the wall, which Aziraphale decided to sit down on, dragging Crowley into his lap with an, "Ooofftt," from the demon.

With long legs on either side of the angel's hips, their lengths rubbed together, and they gasped into each other's mouths. It was like lightning up his spine to touch Aziraphale in such a way, and Crowley wanted more, needed more, he wasn't sure that he'd ever be able to stop now that he knew the soft, velvety feel of Aziraphale's cock against his own.

His hips moved of their own accord, rutting steadily against his angel, encouraged further by a desperate grip to his firm ass cheeks. They continued to kiss through it, though it quickly devolved into heavy breathing with their foreheads pressed together.

"Ssshit, I'm clossse already," Crowley admitted, voice raspy.

"So am I…don't stop," Aziraphale told him hastily, using his hands on Crowley's posterior to grind them together more frantically.

It was mere moments for both of them, Crowley came first shuddering, with a guttural, hissing groan, and Aziraphale followed him, eyes rolling back, a deep moan escaping his parted lips.

Crowley had come plenty of times in the past, he'd wanked himself silly over the angel underneath him, but never had it felt like that. One time, and he was already addicted, riddled with an incurable, dangerous case of lust and love.

"I still need you, Angel, inside me this time, please," Crowley blurted out, still high on his orgasm, breath still ragged, and still hard. He'd wanted Aziraphale for so long, and now that they'd unlocked this box, Crowley wasn't sure he'd ever be able to put the lock back on it.

"Oh, I don't think we have the necessary supplies for that…" Aziraphale somehow managed to blush further.

Crowley waved his hand, suddenly feeling open and slick in the rear, "Taken care of…please," he sounded broken to his own ears, but he was beyond caring, he just needed his angel inside of him, to finally bring them together completely, to fill him up, make him whole, satisfy the Aziraphale shaped hole inside of him that grew larger every time he had to leave the angel behind.

"I should like to properly open you with my fingers one day…" Aziraphale announced as if Crowley hadn't been desperate for assurance that this wasn't just a one time only deal, that he would get to be with his angel like this again, and hopefully again after that, and for the rest of eternity.

"Next time, I promise," Crowley replied simply, but what he really meant to say was, 'yes, I'm yours, however you want me, forever and always, Angel.'

Then he was raising himself up on his knees and hovering above the girthy head of Aziraphale's hard cock. Large, soft hands helped to guide him down…down…down, until he was fully seated in Aziraphale's lap.

It felt so unbelievably good that it brought tears to his eyes, "Uhn, fuck," he choked out, hiding his face in Aziraphale's shoulder, feeling too exposed, too vulnerable, like he'd cracked open his ribcage and displayed his heart to his angel.

A hand soothed down his back, while a gentle voice whispered in his ear, "Are you alright?"

Not trusting his own voice, Crowley just nodded. He'd never felt so right, so complete, so wanted, so ready to burst at the seams with everything he was feeling. Later he could deal with all of that though, since he realised that crying in the middle of sex was probably not ideal, especially when he couldn't explain to Aziraphale the why. He took a deep breath and pulled himself together.

Raising his head, Crowley finally spoke, "Yeah, I'm fine, better than, just never done this before, it's overwhelming…in a good way."

Aziraphale stroked his back again, and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple, "I understand, take your time," he told the demon, leaving a trail of chaste kisses along the downward curve of Crowley's face, even sparing one for the snake next to his ear, and Crowley wanted to cry again.

Did Aziraphale understand even half of what he was doing to Crowley? Was he aware of just how gone on the angel Crowley was? Could he possibly know that this was the best day of Crowley's long existence?

Crowley doubted it, all of it. How could he? But then his angel was full of surprises, the fact that Crowley was naked in Aziraphale's lap with his cock up his ass was testament to that. Maybe one day Crowley would grow confident enough to ask him, and seek his own admissions in return, perhaps one day Crowley could say 'I love you' and not be afraid of rejection. That day seemed far from this one, but he was patient, he'd waited this long, he would wait another four millennia if he had to.

Catching Aziraphale's lips in his own, Crowley kissed him tenderly, one arm sliding around his neck and the other cupping his smooth cheek. It was the closest he could come to those three words, and whether the angel understood the message or not, it was still a lovely kiss, one that relaxed him, and led his body to start moving.

He started with short up and down movements, more a small roll of his hips, the water rippling gently around their bodies, and then sloshing quietly against the walls.

"There you are," Aziraphale murmured softly between kisses. "Oh, Crowley," he breathed not long after, "you feel…why, you feel better than I'd ever imagined."

The words spurred Crowley on to raise up higher, and push down harder on Aziraphale's cock, knocking moans loose from his chest. One hand gripped the angel's broad shoulder, and the other splayed fingers over the damp wall behind Aziraphale, using both to help him move more relentlessly.

The way Aziraphale caressed his body made Crowley feel delicate, like he was something worth keeping, worth looking after, as if he were a favourite trinket, handled with utmost care, cherished since the beginning. He'd never felt like that before, never been…never…his chest was tight with emotion again.

Crowley faltered, settling back into Aziraphale's lap, rocking incessantly, fingers digging into the tops of shoulder blades, just above where the angel's wings sprouted from. Every new angle, every altered way Crowley moved his body rubbed differently inside him, and all of them were wonderful. That one in particular allowed him to continuously drag over the same spot without ever leaving it, just back and forth, over and over, making little pleasured moans trickle almost constantly from his mouth as it edged him closer, closer, closer to another orgasm.

That was when Aziraphale started to touch him not only with his hands, but with his lips. Lush, soft lips, that traced his protruding collarbone, and kissed across his chest, ducking to close around a rigid nipple. The angel's movements were unhurried, taking his time to…to worship – because that was the only word for it – every inch of unblemished skin that he could reach with his mouth.

Crowley cried out, so overwhelmed by how soft and loving Aziraphale was being with him, it was almost too much, but he craved it, didn't know how much he'd always craved it, until just then.

"Az-Aziraphale…" he couldn't stop himself from sounding so broken, so needy, so desperately, hopelessly in love.

Aziraphale said something, Crowley felt the air from it on his damp skin, but he couldn't hear it over his heart pounding in his chest, and the loud whimpering gasp he made as Aziraphale took his straining cock in hand at the same time.

Everything was frantic from that moment, from the way he captured Aziraphale's lips and kissed him feverishly, to the wild thrusts of his hips, making the water splash violently around them, bringing a greater sense of motion and urgency to the building moments before his second climax.

The hand on his cock moved with the same eagerness as Crowley, but with the caring touch of the angel, and ultimately that was what brought Crowley over the edge in the end, back arched, and shouting wordless to the roof as he spilled hot and hard between them, clenching internally, and rocking uncontrollably in Aziraphale's lap.

"Crowley, mm, fuck, Crowley!"

Crowley had never heard Aziraphale swear before, it was almost as insanely hot as hearing the angel call his name as he filled the demon with his seed, hands clutching tightly at his narrow hips, his own hips canted upward, trying to bury as deep inside Crowley as possible.

As the water settled around them, stilling like their movements finally, Crowley felt light, lighter than he had even as an angel. And dare he even think it, acknowledge it, but…well…he felt loved. Not just physically, though he certainly felt physically loved, but he felt it on a cellar level, as if Aziraphale had poured love into each touch, and it had been absorbed by his body, coursing through his veins. If he were still an angel, he'd likely be glowing at that moment…much like Aziraphale ever so slightly was.

He stared in wonderment at the angel, who was gazing back at him, a fond smile on his lips, and Crowley didn't know how he was ever supposed to leave that bath, and that angel's lap. Would it really be such a big deal if they stayed like this for the rest of eternity?

"Stay inside me, I want you again, I just need a second…"

And Aziraphale obliged, for the next few hours, their bodies moved together, encouraging each other to reach climax over and over again as moonlight faded, and soft, morning sunlight started streaming in through the high, glassless windows.

"My dear, I think it's high time we took our leave, we've been in here all night," Aziraphale murmured into the skin under Crowley's chin, where he still hadn't tired of showering Crowley with kisses – and Crowley hadn't tired of receiving them.

Crowley made a light growl in his throat in response, he was exhausted, ready for a nap, but also couldn't bear the thought of parting from Aziraphale.

"Think you can come one more time for me, my dear?" the angel asked, pushing his tongue into the hollow at the bottom of Crowley's neck.

"Nngggkk!" he shuddered – they'd discovered it was a sensitive spot for the demon – and willed himself to go another round.

That one was slow, tender, but there was a desperateness clinging to it, or maybe that was just Crowley clinging to Aziraphale. He shook as he came a final time, pushed over the edge by the feeling of Aziraphale releasing inside of him, filling him up all over again.

He wanted nothing more than to collapse into Aziraphale's comfortable chest, and fall into a deep sleep, but the angel had indicated that this was the end, and it was time to leave, which meant that Crowley had to muster every ounce of courage he had to separate himself from the angel.

His chest was tight again as he managed to stiffly clamber out of Aziraphale's lap, still lightly shaking, to sit on the ledge beside him. How could any one being feel so much?

"Have you got accommodation somewhere?" Aziraphale asked suddenly, bringing Crowley back to reality.

Crowley nodded, then swallowed, "Yeah," he said, trying to prepare himself to say goodbye to his angel for who knew how long.

"Think you can manage to get us there?"

What? 'Us'? Crowley's eyebrows raised, knowing he looked as surprised as he felt.

Aziraphale smiled softly, even managing a light flush to his cheeks, "I believe that cuddling proceeds sex, and you look like you could use a nap, I remember you like sleeping, I'll stay with you…if you like…or if not, I can-oh!"

Crowley had already snapped his fingers before Aziraphale could change his mind, miracle-ing them dry, and into the little room he'd rented for a few nights, their clothes neatly folded on a chair in the corner, the laurel wreath now on top of Crowley's pile.

"Thank you, my dear," Aziraphale had that adoring look on his face again as he reached for Crowley's hand and led him to the small, lumpy bed in the corner.

The angel laid down first on his back, and Crowley immediately coiled around him - as much as he could in human form anyway. He considered shifting into snake form for a split second, but decided against it, contentedly resting his head on Aziraphale's warm chest, and closing his eyes.

"Sleep well," Aziraphale whispered.

"Mmnn," Crowley hummed back, already half asleep.

Aziraphale's hand immediately swept up his back, and began softly stroking his short hair as Crowley fell into a deep, restful sleep. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring for them, but at least for now he had this, and that was more than he had yesterday.