Hey guys! I am super excited to share this fic with you all! :D
This 63k+ beast has consumed my life for the past six weeks, I have spent every spare moment writing it, and I had an absolute blast doing so. This is my longest fic to date, and I'm so so proud of it.
A couple of months ago I discovered SmutKeeper's Troll Aziraphale art collection (on AO3), and I've been obsessed with it ever since (link below). I couldn't stop thinking about the art, and I knew that I needed to write fic for it, then suddenly in the shower (where all of the best thoughts occur) a plot came to me, and I couldn't start it quick enough. Whether you've seen the art or not, go look at all of it. I'll also be adding links throughout chapters to specific pieces that inspired that chapter so keep an eye out for that.
Shout outs!
First of all to SmutKeeper for allowing me to write for their incredible art.
To my friends for supporting me when I excitedly showed them all of the art, and explained the whole plot to them, specifically Lizzy0305 who has had to listen to me yammer on about this for weeks and told me my plot was good.
And to my angel, thisoneslate, for always cheerleading me, I'm so lucky to have you.
Since this is a fantasy story, and also fanfiction, I took some liberties with some things throughout, meaning I either googled something extensively, or I straight up didn't care cause that's how I wanted it XD
The story is completely written and I'll be updating once or twice a week - life and self restraint depending lol. If you have anything positive to comment throughout PLEASE do so, comments and kudos are food for my soul, and I'd deeply appreciate it.
Without further ado, I hope that you enjoy the story, much love xox
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It was a beautiful spring day outside, and Anthony J Crowley – 'just call me Crowley' – a tall, thin noodle of a man in his thirties with short, flaming auburn hair, and eyes more golden than brown, like rich honey, was ready for a new adventure. Spending a lot of time inside for work made him determined to get outdoors and be amongst nature more, not to mention that the exercise would be good for him too.
Hiking seemed to check all of the boxes, so he'd decided to give that a go on his next day off. Conveniently, there was a forest located near enough to where Crowley lived that he wouldn't have to drive for hours to get there. He couldn't believe that he'd never thought to go there before, but there was a first time for everything he supposed. Before going there though, Crowley sussed out the tracks, making sure that they were appropriate for a beginner like himself. Surprisingly, it seemed that the vast forest was largely unexplored, with only two relatively short, easy tracks available to walk on, both approximately an hour long. Regardless, it was a good start, and if he liked it then he could move on to exploring other sites further away.
'Eden Forest' was aptly named, Crowley discovered as he pulled up in his old, second hand Bentley. A car that was nowhere near as gorgeous as the much older, more classic models, but he still loved and enjoyed driving it. There was also the fact that it was far more affordable to purchase and own. One day, perhaps when he retired, he hoped that his dream of owning either a nineteen twenty six or nineteen thirty three model Bentley could be achieved, but for now his two thousand model would do. At least it was black.
Stepping out of the car, it was as if a nature soundtrack had hit play. Birds chirped and tweeted, calling out to each other through the dense thicket, while bugs buzzed, hovering nearby or zooming past, and the sound of rushing water could be heard in the distance, echoing between the trees. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Crowley slipped on his backpack filled with all of the supplies he'd thought that he might need for a leisurely nature walk, and set off.
He'd pre-chosen the track on the right, which apparently lead to a section of the river that had a sort of pebbled shore where hikers could dip their feet. The left track led to a waterfall, which he was saving as incentive to come back again, though he wasn't sure he was going to need incentive after seeing just the outer edge of Eden Forest.
It was almost mid spring, and the forest was in full bloom. Trees were sprouting new branches with bright green, baby leaves to match, ferns were unfurling new furry strands, and the wildflowers were abundant and vibrant, scattered about in no discernable pattern, seeds having been carried and dropped on wind gusts. The flora wasn't the only thing thriving either. Giant spider webs hung between tree trunks just off the track, hoping to catch passing insects, like the butterflies and bees that inspected the vast array of flowers, while lizards sunbathed on rocks and fallen branches in the patches of sunlight that beamed down through gaps in the canopy. Overhead, leaves rustled with the movements of birds, jumping from branch to branch or fluttering back and forth. The forest felt alive, and it was invigoratingly peaceful.
In no hurry, Crowley stopped every so often to take photos on his mobile phone of something that caught his eye; a particularly pretty flower, a neat arrangement of orange fungi on a twisted tree trunk, and two lizards ready to brawl over a sunny spot. Reception in the forest was patchy at best he noted, but it wasn't like he needed to contact anyone, he wasn't in any danger, and it was nice to disconnect from the world for a bit.
Judging by how long he'd been walking, and the loud, consistent swish of water hurrying around rocks and through pebbles, Crowley suspected that he was close to the end of the path. He was keen to take off his shoes and feel the fresh, cool water on his bare skin.
Rounding a corner, Crowley came across a cut out in the face of the stout cliff the path curved past. The cut out was perfectly flat, apart from the big rock in the middle, soaking up the ray of sunlight beaming down directly on top of it.
Except, on closer inspection, the rock seemed to be furry, and have…limbs?
The rock moved then, and Crowley jumped back a few steps, watching mesmerised as a long, thick, tail with a double coil and a fluffy tuft at the end unfurled and flicked around. A pair of long, pointed ears were revealed next, along with a human-ish face, but sporting elongated upper and lower canines that protruded out of the creature's mouth. Crystal blue eyes blinked a couple of times, and when it saw Crowley a big smile erupted on it's face. It immediately sat at attention, the sun shining in on it's tanned skin, and pale, off white, fur and hair, and for a brief moment Crowley thought that perhaps he'd met an angel. The creature was gorgeous with thick, muscled limbs, and a soft belly to match it's sweet face, it was also naked, and apparently male.
"Oh, er…hi?" Crowley stumbled, uncertain of what to say, or even if he should talk to the creature.
The next moment, a clawed hand had gripped the front of his dark red polo shirt and was yanking him up onto the flat formation with surprising strength.
"Whoa!" he cried, flailing his long limbs to no avail.
Finding himself on his hands and knees on the flat rock with the creature, Crowley thought it was over, but then there was a rough tugging at his back.
"Oi! Hands off!" he barked at the creature, having had quite enough of being manhandled.
The force of his backpack being pulled off of his shoulders had Crowley pulled backwards too, leaving him on his ass and elbows while the creature bunny hopped a couple of metres away with his bag. Even with clawed fingers, the bag was easily unzipped, and Crowley's things were thrown out while the creature waggled it's tail excitedly from side to side. When the bag was completely emptied it was tipped upside down, shaken, and then dropped as the creature sat back on it's haunches with a sad, disappointed whine, it's tail drooping slightly.
Crowley's eyebrows furrowed, he felt bad for him all of a sudden, "Are you…looking for something specific?" he asked cautiously.
"I was ever so hopeful that you had brought some books with you," the creature surprised Crowley by saying in perfect, clear English, "it's been ages since I've seen any new ones."
Later Crowley would feel embarrassed for gawking, but at the time he was unable to control himself.
"You all only have your electric rectangles," he continued sombrely, slowly turning back to face the hiker, "it's become so rare that I see any real-oh! Do pardon me, I was just so excited, I suppose I forgot myself," he gazed sheepishly through his eyelashes at Crowley, with a shy smile on his pink lips.
Crowley was still sat on his ass, trying to wrap his head around the situation he'd found himself in while simultaneously attempting to keep his eyes above waist level.
"Oh, um, don't worry about it, I'm still trying to figure out if I'm more shocked at the gall or at seeing a nude beast-man-creature, who can speak perfect English, on my hike," Crowley told him.
He looked quite affronted by that, ears twitching as he responded, "Oh, my gall? Pardon me saying so, but I don't go around calling strangers beasts."
Crowley raised his eyebrows and shot back, "No, just jumping them without so much as a how-do-you-do."
"I already apologised for that!"
"Yes, alright, you did, it was just very unexpected," Crowley deflated, not wanting to get into an argument. Though he was intrigued, and did want to know more about this being, "If you don't mind me asking then…what are you?"
He seemed surprised by the question, "I'm…I'm Aziraphale."
Like the angel?
"Okay, nice to meet you, Aziraphale. I'm Anthony Crowley," he introduced himself in return, then added quickly, "but just call me Crowley," after a slight pause he clarified, "What I meant though, was…what, um, species are you?"
"Oh, uh, yes, well…you see, I-I've never met another of my kind, and I don't recall having ever read a book with a character like myself, so I couldn't say," Aziraphale looked morose for a moment, then he concluded, "I'm just Aziraphale," and nodded as if that was a satisfying answer.
"That must be lonely," Crowley commented gently.
"Hah, no! I have the whole forest, and it's many wonders…" his resolution broke with a small sigh, "but yes…sometimes I wish I had someone to share it all with."
"Perhaps you can show me around, I've never been here before…" Crowley suggested, instinctually wanting to spend time with Aziraphale, he was drawn to him for some reason. Well, if he was honest with himself he knew the reasons, but that was between Crowley, his heart, and his brain, and perhaps something a little further south too.
Aziraphale brightened immediately, a broad smile blooming on his face, making him look rather adorable, "Yes! That would be splendid!"
"I was intending on going to the river and dipping my feet in the water…" Crowley submitted, still wanting to do that at some point.
"Oh, a lovely idea!" Aziraphale gasped, "Let's do that first," he grabbed Crowley's hand and leapt up, dragging the human to the edge of the cliff cut out with him.
Only to himself would Crowley admit that Aziraphale's hand felt nice in his own, it was a little rough and calloused, with long black nails that curled a tiny bit, and he was a bit sad when Aziraphale let go so soon to grasp the edge of the rock and lower himself down. Crowley was about to follow suit when he remembered that something was missing.
"Hang on, I gotta get my bag!"
His backpack and things were scattered all over the place, but nothing was damaged or unaccounted for. Aziraphale immediately jumped back up to help Crowley gather everything up and put it back in the bag, zipping it up. When it was secure on his back once more, they made a second attempt at leaving for the river. Crowley was a little less smooth at getting down off of the ledge, but he was safe and steady on the ground and that was what mattered.
Aziraphale liked to talk, about anything and everything, Crowley discovered on the way to the river, though he supposed that he didn't get to speak to anyone much.
"Do-do you, uh, do this often?" Crowley asked, curious now, surely he wasn't the first person to see this being out here.
"Go to the river? Of course, all the time! The water comes from a spring, down that mountain," he pointed a long nail to his left, but the canopy was thick enough to block anything from view, "over the waterfall, and ends up down here, where it flows to another waterfall much further along. It's lovely, fresh and cool, though a bit nippy in the cooler periods."
"Oh, well…that's, uh, good," Crowley replied somewhat awkwardly, glad to know the water was clean at least.
"That wasn't what you were asking was it?" Aziraphale speculated, glancing at him.
"Um, no," Crowley admitted, "I was actually wondering-"
"If I took all hikers I come across on guided tours…?" Aziraphale raised his eyebrows challengingly, but before Crowley could say anything, he averted his eyes, and answered the question, "No, I don't. In fact you're the first person to not seem scared of me, or to just run away, or give me a bad feeling."
Crowley felt bad for him again, "I'm sorry, humans aren't very good at accepting things that are different, in fact they're atrocious at it. Are you safe out here? No one's trying to hurt you or anything are they?"
A soft, affectionate smile played on his lips as he assured Crowley, "No, no, that's very sweet of you, but don't worry, my dear. I have been quite lucky to be left to go about my business in peace."
'Dear'. For some reason that made his chest all squirmy, in a good way. Crowley was relieved to hear that he was safe though, strangely he felt the urge to protect Aziraphale from any harm, especially harm from other humans.
"Oh!" he gasped as they reached the end of the path, seeing the view in front of him took his breath away.
The narrow track had opened out into grassy area with a long, pebbled river bank, there was enough space for a few families worth of people to picnic, but the boarders were clearly marked by the giant tree roots twining down into the water. A wood sign at the mouth of the area read, 'Please take your rubbish with you. Camping prohibited.'
On the other side of the bank the forest kept going, looking perfectly untouched and beautiful. The whole scene was picturesque actually, and Crowley stood still for a few moments, just taking it all in. Just for a moment he allowed himself to imagine living in such a place, it was so peaceful, tranquil, there was no one else for miles, it felt freeing.
"Quite something, isn't it?" Aziraphale asked cheerily.
"Yeah…" he murmured, "you know, I think I might be a little bit jealous of you getting to live here," Crowley confessed as he turned to Aziraphale, only to find that those blue eyes were already focused on him.
"I do love it, it's my little slice of paradise, I suppose, though I've never left, so I can't compare it to the world you come from. Is it nice where you live?" Aziraphale inquired, trotting off to the edge of the river bank, a few paces away. There he sat down, legs spread, and dangled his feet into the water with a satisfied, "Ahh," his tail swishing calmly from side to side.
Eyes up, Crowley, eyes up! Crowley told himself when his gaze wandered as he followed Aziraphale, sliding his bag off of his shoulders, and then sitting down next to him to take his shoes and socks off, and roll up his jeans a bit. It was difficult not to look though, especially when Aziraphale had no shame, and Crowley was having trouble denying that he found Aziraphale quite alluring, both in mind and body.
"Uh, I suppose so," Crowley answered finally, unlacing his boots, "I mean, it's very noisy, and busy, and there's lots of people, and the air isn't fresh like it is here. And my flat is okay, but my neighbour is the devil, I swear. I think I like your place better, you've got a lot more plants than I do too, I love plants," he concluded, trying to lighten the fact that he was rather adrift in life with no real attachments to anything or anyone besides his plants and his car.
A hand gently patted Crowley's thigh, "You sound lonely too."
Before he could respond, Crowley felt something coil around his lower back and he jumped, realising all too late that it was just Aziraphale's tail comforting him.
"Mmh! I'm sorry," Aziraphale cried, holding his tail close to chest and looking mildly upset by Crowley's reaction.
"No, no, it's alright, I, uh, I thought it was a snake or something," he hurried to explain, feeling silly, "you-you can touch me…"
"Oh…" Aziraphale said hesitantly, keeping his hands and his tail to himself despite Crowley's words.
"Sorry," Crowley mumbled, timidly laying his hand over the closest one of Aziraphale's. As he did so, he brushed the long thick line of fur that mohawked along the top third of his tail from his back, "So soft," he whispered in wonderment.
"It's quite alright, my dear," he soothed, sounding normal again, as he released his tail from his hands to wrap around Crowley's shoulder, the tuft on the end flicking playfully against Crowley's cheek.
That got a smile from the human, and he bumped his shoulder against Aziraphale's lightheartedly in return. Eyes up, he had to remind himself.
"Is the river deep?" Crowley asked, dropping his hand by his side to help himself get off of the ground.
"It comes up to about here on me," Aziraphale indicated to a spot just above his belly button with his hand.
The pale fur on Aziraphale's chest ran right down over his round tummy to his groin, ending directly above his flaccid prick. Fucking dammit, Crowley, stop staring.
"Obviously some places along the river are higher," he moved his hand up near his nipples, "and some are lower," the hand dropped to his waist.
Shit. Shit. Fuck. Wait, was Aziraphale flirting with him? Nah, surely not. Pull yourself together.
Crowley tried desperately not to blush, especially since Aziraphale was looking pointedly at him, and he ended up having to turn toward to water to hide his flaming cheeks.
"Good to know," he managed to get out, before shuffling on the grass then the pebbles into the water.
The cool water hit his toes and he let out a low hiss, but the next moment he had adjusted to it, and took another step forward on the pebbles, and another until the water was just past his ankles. The water was extremely refreshing, just like Aziraphale had said, and clear, despite the apparent depth, it was relatively transparent, enough that he could see larger rocks further into the middle.
Crowley closed his eyes and took a few long, deep breaths, just taking in the noises of the forest, the specks of sunshine on his face, the slight breeze rustling his hair…
"Ah!" he definitely did not scream as something touched his foot.
Eyes flicking open, Crowley stumbled back, losing his footing and would have ended up on his ass in the water if it wasn't for two large hands reaching out and grabbing him by the arms, holding him up and steadying him.
When he had stopped freaking out, Crowley realised how close they were, Aziraphale still holding onto his forearms. They stared into each other's eyes for long moments, he could feel Aziraphale's breath on his cheek, and his gaze momentarily fell to lush lips and long teeth.
"Uh, thanks!" Crowley blurted out, stepping back out of Aziraphale's space and licking his own lips, trying to ignore the thought of how Aziraphale's would feel on his own.
It absolutely did not help that Aziraphale seemed to bite his lip and pout when Crowley moved away.
"You're very jumpy," Aziraphale observed, arms crossing in front of his chest.
Crowley cleared his throat, "Yeah, sorry, real jumpy type, me. I don't get out much. S-something touched my foot…"
"It was probably a fish, or a submerged leaf," he shrugged, making the muscles in his shoulders and arms tense.
Crowley's mouth was dry. Maybe it had just been too long since he'd gotten laid, he wasn't normally this thirsty. But then he'd never met anyone like Aziraphale either. Though it had only been what, a couple of hours? At most, and he could hardly control himself to be a decent person and not some horndog.
Crowley nodded, "Mhmm. 'M gonna have a drink," he muttered, stepping out of the water and going directly to his bag.
Pulling out the water bottle from the netting on the side, Crowley took a long drink, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
"Yes, I think I'll do the same."
Crowley hadn't realised that Aziraphale had followed him from the water until he caught him staring at him when he pulled the drink bottle away from his mouth.
A deep breath was needed as Aziraphale got down on all fours at the edge of the bank and leaned over the river, cupping water in his hands and then slurping it down. His bare ass was round, meaty, plush, and Crowley had to purse his lips to stop the sound that was clawing at his throat from spilling out of his mouth.
By the time Aziraphale had turned back around, Crowley had readjusted his suddenly slightly uncomfortable jeans, and sat down to dry his feet on the small hand towel he'd brought for exactly that purpose.
"Well, I think I'm ready for a spot of lunch, care to join me?" Aziraphale invited cheerfully.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Crowley agreed, putting his shoes and socks back on, and sliding his bag onto his back.
Aziraphale led Crowley back the way that they'd come, and then confidently stepped off of the path, slipping between trees and over roots with ease. Crowley had a little trouble keeping up, but luckily they didn't go too far.
Once it was clear that they had arrived at wherever Aziraphale had decided to take them, Crowley sat down, leaning his back against a tree trunk, and took off his shoes again before pulling out the snacks and sandwich that he'd brought with him.
Munching on an apple, Crowley watched Aziraphale go from vine, to bush, to log, collecting things, and putting them on a thick piece of bark that seemed to serve as a plate.
"This is a good spot for a snack," Aziraphale informed him, "lots of choice here, you see…" and showed Crowley his little collection of things.
On the bark plate sat an array of berries, grapes, large purple flowers, something that looked like a yellow apple, and some wiggling, white worm-looking things.
Crowley nodded, "Good variety indeed," he commented, trying not to make a face at the worms.
He watched, intrigued, as Aziraphale sat cross legged, balancing the bark on one thick thigh. The worms were dropped into the middle of the flowers, the petals closed around them, and then the whole thing was popped into Aziraphale's mouth.
"Mm! A delicacy," he announced with delight.
Ngk. The way Aziraphale ate his food with such satisfied noises, and a look of utter pleasure on his face. It just wasn't fair. How had he managed to end up in this situation? He'd just wanted to get outdoors more, and now he was spending his day with this forest creature – who was ticking all of Crowley's boxes – and adjusting his jeans with a mouthful of his sandwich, unable to look away from Aziraphale.
Aziraphale had since moved the bark plate to the ground, and was lounging on his side, facing Crowley, propped up on his elbow and picking at the remnants of his fruit. He hummed to himself between spearing grapes on his nail and popping them into his mouth, his tail moving about lazily behind him.
After managing to finish chewing his sandwich, Crowley put away the rest of his food and had some more water, too distracted by other hungers to continue trying to eat food. The silence was stretching between them though, and while it wasn't uncomfortable, Crowley felt the need to say something, anything, to distract himself, and his wandering eyes.
"Doesn't bother you running around naked?" he asked without thinking.
Good one, Crowley, he scolded himself.
"No…should it?" Aziraphale replied, seemingly unfazed by the question.
"Well, I mean, I guess not…" Crowley shrugged. This topic was not helping him.
"Is my nudity making you uncomfortable?" he queried, returning to a sitting position, legs out and apart, knees slightly bent.
"Erm…"
"Or just making it uncomfortable in your tight trousers?"
Crowley's eyes met knowing, bright blue ones, and his mouth gaped a little, he'd been caught.
Aziraphale smirked, "I saw you looking…and looking…and looking…an-"
"Yes, alright," Crowley admitted, blushing, "I can't help it though, it's right there."
"And?"
"And, well…er…sorry," Crowley scratched the back of his neck and readjusted his own legs, embarrassed by how much he'd been affected by Aziraphale, well, more so embarrassed at being caught really, "I'm not really used to hanging out with someone who's constantly naked," and so striking.
"I don't need nor want an apology, you're allowed to look," Aziraphale informed him seductively, "you're allowed to do more than just look as well, if you want to, my dear."
Eyes bugging, Crowley just moved his mouth like a goldfish, unable to get any words out. Was this really happening, or had he just hit his head on that cliff and dreamt the whole thing?
Aziraphale sat back and raised a hand, a single clawed finger and a coy smile beckoned Crowley closer, and he went without hesitation as if he were hypnotised.
With legs already open for him, Crowley slotted easily between them, and his lips quickly found Aziraphale's, kissing him sweetly. They kissed, and kissed, and Crowley was surprised by how easy it was considering Aziraphale's four protruding teeth, but he seemed to know how to keep them out of the way. To be perfectly honest, Crowley kind of liked the press of them against the corners of his mouth, serving to encourage the growing tightness in his pants, as Aziraphale had previously pointed out.
Aziraphale tasted sweet from the grapes, and Crowley chased the flavour with his tongue, sliding between pink lips. Little whispers of moans escaped those lips while clawed fingers tangled in the longer strands of his short red hair, and Crowley was damn near dizzy with arousal.
When his fingers trailed through the fuzz on thick, muscular thighs, Aziraphale whined and shifted his hips, tail swishing about, urging him on, to touch him where Crowley noticed he was growing hard.
Crowley swallowed thickly, "Are you sure?" he checked, needing certainty that they were both on the same page about where this was leading.
Tail flicking impatiently, Aziraphale confirmed, "Please, Crowley…I want you."
Crowley let out a sigh, and kissed along the shell of one pointed ear, "I want you too, you gorgeous thing."
"You like the ears?" he giggled breathily.
"Mhmm."
"Oh, oh, that really is very nice," he gasped as Crowley moved on from his ears, and proceeded to kiss down his neck and chest.
"'M not nice," Crowley renounced before flattening his tongue over a stiff nub on Aziraphale's chest, "I'm a cool loner type, you make me sound all respectable."
Head tilted back, Aziraphale rumbled a moan before saying, "Oh dear, well we can't have that," and then proceeded to unbuckle the clasp of Crowley's belt, and slipped his pants down over his ass, "here, let me make amends."
All of a sudden there was a hand pushing his jeans down at the front, and another set of fingers sliding in to curl around his almost fully hard cock.
"Ngkkk," Crowley groaned, eyes rolling back momentarily, hand clutching at Aziraphale's bicep.
"Yes, much better, that made you sound far less respectable," Aziraphale teased, "now, I think what else would help is if these came off completely…"
Aziraphale let go of him, and they both pushed and pulled at Crowley's jeans until they went flying somewhere behind him, immediately forgotten about as Aziraphale tugged him back in close. The thick line of fur up Aziraphale's spine was just as lovely to touch as the fur on his tail Crowley noted, his hand running up Aziraphale's back to cup his head as they laid down.
They'd already started kissing again as hot, hard flesh slid against each other, and they breathed out a low moan together. Crowley's hand slid between them and found both of their cocks, discovering that Aziraphale was already leaking steadily against him.
"God, like that is it?"
"I get rather wet and messy when I'm excited," Aziraphale admitted licking his lips and canines, while giving him the steamiest bedroom eyes Crowley had ever seen, "…and I'm very excited right now."
Fuck, "Yeah, I can feel that…it's fucking hot," Crowley told him with a little growl, falling into another fiery kiss.
Grasping them both, Crowley used the precome to ease the friction between them, sliding his palm slowly up and down to start with.
"Good gracious, your hand is so soft," Aziraphale commented dazedly.
"Mmm, I like how soft you are too," Crowley returned, his other hand gliding up over Aziraphale's furry tummy, and into the nest of fur on his chest.
"Oh."
Aziraphale's smile was radiant as slid his tail across Crowley's lower back and coiled the end around his lower leg. Claws dragged carefully down the back of Crowley's polo shirt, and eventually landed on Crowley's exposed buttocks, fingertips and nails digging in just enough to the bare flesh to bring Crowley even closer, making him thrust against the other cock in his grasp.
"Uhnn, fuck," he gasped over Aziraphale's groan.
Now that his hips had been persuaded to move though, he couldn't stop them from rutting needily against Aziraphale, his hand moving just as fast to hopefully give Aziraphale just as much pleasure.
"That's it," Aziraphale cooed breathily, "yes, oh, Crowley."
"Hnngg, you feel so-so good," Crowley babbled, body beginning to sputter out of rhythm as his orgasm closed in.
They'd both leaked enough precome that the glide of skin against skin felt heavenly while making filthy sounds that had Crowley biting his lip, trying to last just a little longer, wanting to make sure Aziraphale came too. The body under him was quivering, tail uncoiled from Crowley's leg and thumping against the ground, mouth open with moans falling out, one hand still on Crowley's ass and the other threaded into his hair again. Blue eyes alternated between blinking closed with pleasure, and openly staring into Crowley's, it felt extraordinarily intimate for how little they knew each other, but it also felt strangely right.
He couldn't keep the eye contact though, not when his orgasm hit him hard, sending waves of pleasure up his spine as strings of hot come flowed from his cock, messing Aziraphale's fur, and his shirt. Burying his face in Aziraphale's neck, Crowley's groans were muffled, but Aziraphale's weren't, streaming directly from his mouth into Crowley's ear, milking every last drop of come from his spent cock.
Then Aziraphale's pleased noises hit a crescendo as he came too, spilling over them both, fist tight in Crowley's hair, and grinding up into Crowley's hand. The whimpering growl only died out when Crowley slowly stopped moving his hand, and noises of the forest gradually took back over the sounds of their breathing.
Crowley let go of them, and made to move off of Aziraphale, but strong, fuzzy arms held him in place, and Crowley chuckled as a tongue licked his cheek. He certainly did not giggle – Anthony J Crowley was not known to giggle - when tongue became lips and Crowley's face was showered in little feather light kisses. Overwhelmed he tried to roll away, but only managed to end up on his back with Aziraphale leaning over him, smiling, a twinkle in his eyes.
Crowley's heart fluttered in his chest, and then skipped a beat entirely as Aziraphale leaned in and kissed him so tenderly that Crowley just let himself melt into the earth.
"Gosh, that was lovely," Aziraphale sighed happily against Crowley's lips.
Crowley nodded, purposefully letting their noses brush together, before kissing the tip of Aziraphale's, "Bloody fantastic," he agreed aloud, "you're stunning."
Aziraphale blushed, smile going shy, "Does…does that mean you'll come back and see me again?"
"Oh, absolutely," Crowley assured him without hesitation, "be here every day if I could, but unfortunately I have to go to work; need to get paid or I can't do anything."
The excitement showed through Aziraphale's entire body, from his shining eyes, to his waggling tail, and it transferred to Crowley too when they kissed again. He was already looking forward to coming back next time, who needed a waterfall as incentive when he had this beautiful creature to see?
"I really would prefer to continue laying here with you, my dear, however, I, er, I need to wash this out of my fur before it dries too much…"
"Ah, yes, good idea," Crowley nodded, feeling a little sticky and gross too, "back to the river?"
"Yes, please."
"Alright, just gotta find where my pants went…"
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This chapter was inspired by this comic: archiveofourown DOT org/works/55490287
