Aziraphale let out an exasperated sigh as he ran his fingers through Crowley's soft locks, prompting the demon to grunt in annoyance. "What now?" His mouth made a popping sound as he looked up at his angel all while letting Aziraphale's hard cock spring freely.

Aziraphale crinkled his nose and looked down at the demon between his legs. "I didn't say anything." Crowley's grip on Aziraphale's thigh tightened as he glared. "I," the angel sighed once more, "don't think you're doing it right. It feels as if…as if, gosh, I don't know…like that time you licked ice cream from my hand, do you recall?"

"Ice cream?" He raised a brow.

"Yes, erm, very…what is that human expression? Meh?" He shrugged innocently.

"Meh?"

"You have the mechanics down, my darling, but, well, I'm pretty sure there's more to it than just…licking and putting it in your mouth. Although," he tried to save the disaster that was spewing from him, "it does feel…n-nice."

"Nice?" Crowley stood. "I am on my knees trying to give you a good…licking, or whatever they call it, despite not knowing where your cock has been, or if it's been properly maintained, and all I get is nice? Like licking ice cream nice?!"

"I can assure you it hasn't been anywhere, and I'll have you know," he puffed, "I keep my human corporation in tip top condition."

An awkward silence filled the room.

"You went soft." Aziraphale pointed.

"Oh! Did I? I wonder why!" He growled and after another moment of silence, he began to pick up his discarded clothes.

"Crowley," Aziraphale stood, "Crowley, please. Let's…this was your idea after all. You can't ju-just quit."

"And a brilliant idea it was." He shook his head.

Caring arms wrapped around Crowley's waist, pulling the demon into a familiar embrace. Aziraphale said nothing as he cooed Crowley's uneasiness away. In return, Crowley let his clothes fall to the floor as he embraced the angel back and hid himself in the crook of Aziraphale's neck. "This is all new, my love. Like when we first slept in the same bed and the next morning you ran away like a cheap harlot." He chuckled softly. "I lost the coin toss, pet, so why don't you sit down, and I'll give it a go. Would you prefer that?"

Crowley nodded slowly, squinting away his unshed tears that had started to form out of frustration. "Y-yea, alright." He sniffed.

"Right." he smiled and pulled Crowley back towards the bed, pushed him onto the edge, and knelt in front of him. "Hmm," he inspected the demon's cock as it started to harden once more, "let's see." He cleared his throat and licked his lips and, slowly but surely, his hand gripped the base of Crowley's growing cock and lowered his head, if only for a taste. "Interesting." He commented after he licked the tip and without a second thought, his hand began to stroke from base to tip.

For his part, Crowley gulped and let his arms hold his weight while he looked up at the ceiling, too afraid to show his embarrassment. "Oh.." he managed to croak out as Aziraphale welcomed his cock inside his warm mouth. The angel's movements were definitely not at all like licking ice cream and Crowley could not help but think how it was the same enthusiasm he had when he first tried human food for the first time. "Shit."

Aziraphale strokes were languid as if he was teasing the poor demon while he wrapped his lips around the top of the devilish cock and began to suck until he let himself take all of Crowley inside his mouth. "Mmm." He hummed, trying not to smile when he felt Crowley wiggle in pleasure.

Crowley let out small puffs of air, his hand finding Aziraphale's head, pushing the angel further down and feeling the back of Aziraphale's throat. The demon writhed, making small mewling sounds which he was positive he had no idea he could even produce such a noise. "Wha-what happened?" He inquired as the angel stopped completely.

"Scoot up for me and lie back."

"Wha-what?"

Aziraphale smiled lovingly. "Do as I say and don't fuss."

Crowley nodded and obeyed, letting Aziraphale dive back down as he embraced the demon's legs in his arms. He sucked Crowley's inner thigh and nibbled as much as he could all the while his naughty hand began to cup the demon's balls, massaging them, teasing them in delight. He trailed little kisses up to the delicious cock and swallowed once more.

"Some-something's happening." Crowley's voice was desperate. "Angel…something…something…" he gripped the sheets beneath him. "Ang-Aziraphale…some-"

"You're coming, my darling."

Crowley thrusted his hips upwards, looking for that warm mouth. "But, ngk, I'm already here."

Aziraphale chuckled and licked the tip of the savory cock. "No, pet, you're orgasming however," he shook his head, "I don't recall giving you permission."

Crowley's mouth gaped open and had no time to object as he was flipped around. Aziraphale palmed the demon's ass and, just for the fun of it, slapped a cheek. Crowley gasped and took in the new sensation and raised his ass, encouraging the angel. "You liked that?" He pursed his lips as he heard no response. "Darling-" he grabbed hold of the demon's locks and pulled, "-I'm asking you a question."

"Yes!" He grunted. "I liked it."

"Do you want me to do it again?"

"Ye-yes." Crowley stammered and bared his ass towards Aziraphale.

The angel clicked his tongue in dismay. "Quite a rude demon." He cupped an ass cheek while his other hand found his balls and began to play with them once more. "I didn't hear please."

Crowley closed his eyes, letting the sensation of his partner's hand on him take over. "Please."

"Please what?"

Crowley gulped and buried his face on the bed. "Please do that again."

"Do what?" His hand came down hard. "This?"

Crowley yelped and nodded. "Yes! Please! That!"

"Oh, my precious thing," he kissed the red mark forming, "you're hurt." He pouted. "Let me make it better." And with that said, he let his tongue do all the soothing.

"Angel! Wha…fuck…fuck! Fuck!" He moaned as he felt that little tongue again inside his delicious devilish hole. "Ngk." He bit his bottom lip.

"Touch yourself."

Again, Crowley obeyed, although it was a little hard given how much he began to squirm. He could feel that something forming in the pit of his stomach again, his hand tugging, and tugging until he was at a rhythm where he thrusted forward into his hand and thrusted backwards into Aziraphale's tongue.

"Angel," he cried, "I'm-" and before he could utter anything else, the demon spasmed, making a mess on the sheets below.

Aziraphale licked his lips. "Tsk."

Crowley's body felt loose, free, and satisfied.

"I told you not to do that." He narrowed his eyes in displeasure and flipped the demon over. "Now I'm going to have to give you quite a lashing."