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This is one of my favourite chapters, not to put tickets on myself, but I'm quite in love with the imagery in this one, and some of the lines just really hit for me, so I hope they do for you too!

BTW I get a kick out of fun chapter names, so if you're wondering what's up with those, they're all relevant to each chapter, just often with an odd/funny twist, or sometimes a lyric from a song, like this one...

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It wasn't long after that the pair sidled out of the water, and went back to the cabin, detouring to collect Aziraphale some lunch while his fur dried. The towel had been offered once Crowley had dried himself off, but Aziraphale had declined saying that it would keep him cooler longer, however it was mentioned that in the cooler months he used his scrap bits of material to dry himself. This information had Crowley making a mental note to bring Aziraphale a towel to use in winter.

For lunch Crowley had packed some sandwiches for himself, but he did enjoy more berries with Aziraphale afterward, raspberries that time. Many varieties of berry grew throughout the forest, Crowley had been informed, and so Aziraphale ate a lot of them, especially when the bushes were abundantly overflowing, like they were at that time of year. They'd sat together in the shade of the trees by the cabin with their bottles of water, and food, knees touching and shoulders bumping as they ate, then after lunch Crowley gave Aziraphale that week's books, plus the lighters and candles.

"Oh, you didn't need to do this, Crowley," he told the human while grinning from pointed ear to pointed ear.

"No, I know, but I wanted to," Crowley explained, grinning just as broadly as his troll when Aziraphale kissed his cheek. Worth it!

"Thank you," he repeated for the fifth time. He glanced around the living area of the cabin, and then settled his eyes back on Crowley, a slight frown lowering the brightness of his expression, "I'm afraid I don't have anything of use to you to gift you in return."

Crowley shook his head, and caressed Aziraphale's jaw with his fingertips, "I don't need anything in return, Angel. All I want is you, you're gift enough, more than enough in fact," he assured his troll, "I don't need anything else when I'm with you."

God help him, he was getting sappy, cheesy, and mushy, a 'hopelessly in love' trifecta if ever he'd thought of one. That earned him a kiss on the lips though, a kiss that was soft, tender, and dare he think it; loving.

"I feel the same you know," Aziraphale told him bashfully quiet.

"Besides your books, you mean," Crowley contradicted fondly, "I'm not sure you could live without those."

Aziraphale looked a little sheepish as he concurred, "Yes, well, my books are all I've ever had to keep me company until you, so I am quite attached to them. But you're very important to me, you know that, right, Crowley?"

Crowley took his hand, and brought it up to his mouth, kissing the back of it, "'Course, don't worry, Angel, I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

It had occurred to him that he was important to the troll, but it was certainly nice to have it confirmed, just like it was also nice to have Aziraphale cuddle close to his still unclothed chest, feeling his fur brushing against his own sparse hair.

They spent the afternoon together on the two seater lounge where it was cooler, switching between topics as they chatted. Admittedly there was also just as much kissing and touching as there was talking, since they were hardly able to keep their hands – or mouths, or both - off of each other for more than five minutes. Incredibly, a bit later in the afternoon, they managed to keep their tongues in their own mouths long enough for Aziraphale to show Crowley some of his favourite and most interesting trinkets. Some were newer bits and pieces, others older, and a few were very old.

One such item caught Crowley's eye; a pocket watch. It was entirely gold apart from the face, though Crowley couldn't tell if it was solid gold or just plated, and had intricate patterns on the lid. The timepiece had to be at least a couple of hundred years old, though it was hard to tell, perhaps the forest conditions had aged it poorly. When Aziraphale handed it to him to inspect more closely, Crowley felt something on the back, so he flipped the watch over. Three letters were elegantly engraved in the gold on the back casing; 'A.Z.F'.

Huh.

"Aziraphale?"

Aziraphale turned away from the shelf that he was fiddling with things on to face Crowley, "Yes, dear?"

Crowley held up the watch, "Um, how long have you had this pocket watch?"

"Oh, er…" his eyes flicked up, and his tongue was caught between his teeth, "I'm not sure, I think I've just kind of always had it," he shrugged, "why do you ask?"

"Just curious," Crowley told him, somewhat truthfully.

There could've been any number of reasons that Aziraphale was in possession of a pocket watch that had his first initial engraved into the back. Could just be a coincidence. Maybe that was a reason he'd kept it. Surely Crowley was just overthinking things, like he had a tendency to do.

Handing the timepiece back to Aziraphale, he tried to put it out of his mind by asking, "What do you fancy for dinner?"

"Something fresh and light I think, considering the heat today. I don't particularly wish to have the fire going tonight," the troll responded as he put the watch back on the shelf, "is that alright?"

"Uh, yeah, that's fine by me," Crowley nodded, not exactly knowing what Aziraphale meant by 'fresh' since everything was fresh in the forest, though he figured that it meant 'not cooked'.

"Lovely, let's go foraging then," he smiled before moving to a different shelf overflowing with various shaped and sized containers, some metal and some plastic. Aziraphale selected three plastic containers, and then handed one of them to Crowley, "You can put what you collect in here."

"Why do you have two?" he blurted questioningly.

Aziraphale held up one in his left hand, "Dinner," then the other in his right hand, "dessert…for both of us, of course."

"Right, yeah, that makes sense," Crowley chuckled abashedly while running a hand through his hair, "um, just let me chuck a shirt on and we can go."

Foraging turned out to be kind of fun, or maybe that was because he was with Aziraphale, but it was, at the very least, educational. Lessons were learned about certain vegetation that was not edible, and others that were best not to even touch. It was also brought up that some things needed to reach a certain maturity or ripeness before being consumed, while others required to be cooked either in boiling water or over the fire. It was like learning the basics of food, eating, and cooking all over again, which Crowley wasn't that great at to begin with.

By the time that they returned to the cabin, the sun was beginning to set, streaking the sky in baby blue, shocking pink, and burnt orange. In his container Crowley had collected a good variety of things, including; wild tomatoes, brown mushrooms, beans, sprouts, something that looked like little yellow cucumbers, spring onions, and walnuts, which still needed to be removed from the husk. All of those items would be wrapped up together in some large spinach-like leaves that apparently had a peppery quality to them, which sounded pretty damn good for a forest dinner. The only extra item in Aziraphale's container was a handful of light grey grubs, which Crowley had politely declined. He was used to Aziraphale eating that sort of thing at that point, and even understood that it was basically necessary for him, but it didn't mean that Crowley was willing to eat it too.

Aziraphale showed Crowley how best to wrap up his salad leaves without puncturing or ripping the leaves, which he somehow made look incredibly easy, even with long claws. Finally they were able to eat, just in time too since Crowley's stomach was telling him that it was hungry. It was another fantastic meal, simple, yet super satisfying and scrumptious, Crowley was yet again in awe of what Eden Forest had to offer, and the knowledge Aziraphale had of how to utilise it.

When they were finished, Aziraphale cuddled Crowley's arm to his chest, and laid his head on Crowley's shoulder with a contented sigh. Crowley kissed his hair, then rested his cheek against his head, and they stayed like that for a while, listening to the changes in the noises of the forest as they watched the colour of the sky bleed from blue to purple to black, and become dotted with little white lights.

"How would you feel about going for a walk?" Aziraphale asked not long after night had completely fallen.

"In the dark?"

"It's not that dark, the moon is full tonight, and there are no clouds to obscure the stars," Aziraphale countered, tone pleading, while his bottom lip stuck out, "I want to show you something that can only be seen at night."

Helpless against that pout, Crowley immediately agreed, "Of course we can go for a walk, sweetheart. Now?"

"Yes!" he held his fists up in celebration, pout replaced with a grin, "just allow me to grab a couple of things…can we use your backpack?"

"Uh, sure…"

"Brilliant!" he cried, jumping up and scampering off to the cabin on all fours, long tail flowing out behind him.

Crowley huffed a little laugh to himself, unable to keep the smile off of his face, and waited for Aziraphale to return. He had no idea what was in the backpack besides the various fruits that they had picked for dessert, and he only knew that because he'd watched Aziraphale put them in on top, using a smaller container as a lid to secure them.

"Okay, ready," the troll announced cheerfully, pushing the bag toward Crowley.

"Oh, I have to carry the bag, do I?"

"Well, it is your bag, darling," Aziraphale pointed out, "and besides, I think it would chaff my back fur."

"Mm, I see, can't have that now, can we?" Crowley jibed good naturedly.

"No, we cannot, so you will just have to carry the bag I'm afraid," he replied, not rising to the bait.

To no one's surprise, Crowley ended up carrying the backpack as they trekked through the forest, picking their way over tree roots and fallen branches, around clusters of mushrooms, and avoiding badger burrows and spider webs. Aziraphale was right, it wasn't that dark, Crowley could actually see relatively well for most of their journey, only twice did he have to clutch Aziraphale's hand and let the troll guide him.

They ended up parallel with the river, following it through the trees until the noise of water running got louder and more powerful as it gushed and gurgled along. It sounded like…a waterfall. The trees ended suddenly in front of them, replaced with an expanse of flat rock, water spouting over the edge just to their left.

Crowley started toward the edge, but Aziraphale grabbed his hand, "This way," he instructed, leading them away from the top of the waterfall, back into the trees.

At first Crowley didn't understand why, was that not what they were there to see? He was too busy looking back over his shoulder trying to glimpse the waterfall that he ran straight into Aziraphale, not having realised that he'd stopped.

"Ooofft! Sorry."

"Pay attention, please, dear, I don't want you to hurt yourself," the troll requested caringly, "follow me."

Suddenly he realised why Aziraphale had stopped, they were standing directly in front of a cliff face, rising almost two stories above them.

"Up there?" he queried uncertainly, he'd never been rock climbing before.

"Don't worry, it's quite safe, and easy to climb," Aziraphale guaranteed, "just step where I step, it'll be worth it, I promise."

"Okay," Crowley nodded, trusting Aziraphale, "lead on…"

It wasn't that he was afraid of heights, because he wasn't, it was more that he didn't know for certain of his ability to rock climb safely. Crowley wasn't a clumsy person usually, but he hadn't attempted rock climbing before, not even at one of those fandangle indoor joints, and that was a bit daunting to him. Another obstacle that he also hadn't anticipated was the fact that Aziraphale would have his plush, mouth-watering, very naked behind in Crowley's face the whole time, which was, as one could imagine, very distracting.

It was an easy path up the rocks though, just as Aziraphale had promised. Most of the side of the cliff attached to the tree line was almost step like, worn from years of erosion, and probably Aziraphale walking over each jutting rock and boulder again, and again. Also as promised, the full moon was big and bright in the night sky, allowing Crowley to find his footing easily, and follow Aziraphale without much trouble.

Twice the rocky stairs seemed to just end with nowhere left to go, but then Aziraphale would shimmy up and left, or down and over to the right, and more places to step would appear out of nowhere. Though it wasn't as difficult a climb as Crowley had anticipated, it was still a bit of a workout, and he was glad when they reached the top, slightly out of breath, well, he was, Aziraphale seemed fine. He might look soft and fuzzy, but that troll certainly had some muscle and stamina hiding underneath.

The top was a big, mostly flat, rocky slab, a shrub growing from a crack here and there, but otherwise relatively sparse. After getting his bearings, and taking his backpack off, Crowley finally stood still, and looked out at the horizon, which was when he noticed the view for the first time since hitting the waterfall. Make that three for three promises kept for the night, because the trek to get there, and the rock climbing had absolutely been worth it.

The forest was as vast as the sky, stretching as far as the eye could see, dark green canopy blending into the inky black in the distance. The very tops of the trees seemed to almost have luminosity in the silvery light, giving an eerie but magical quality to the forest. Below the cliff face sat a pool, continuously spilled into by the waterfall, the spray glittered, almost seeming to take sentience and dance, while the rest of the pool sparkled like diamonds as the surface rippled away from the intake. Meanwhile, the moon was a brightly shining orb, hanging above, illuminating a darkened world and warding away the shadows, yet none of that was the most awe inspiring thing to see.

Surrounding the moon, all across the night sky, were swirls of stars, galaxies that Crowley had never thought to see - other than in photos on the internet, courtesy of NASA. He'd never imagined to see such colour, such patterns, the constellations taking shape before his very eyes, it was inconceivable to someone who had spent their life dwelling in light polluted towns and cities. Suddenly it made sense, and he understood why human ancestors had put such stock in finding meaning in the night sky for so long during humanity's reign. One could find themselves believing in anything whilst gazing at heavens like these.

Crowley felt forever changed by the sight, he was rapt, hardly managing to tear his eyes away - but after how long, he did not know - to see if Aziraphale was sharing in his revelation, and having a similar reaction. He was, in fact, just as captivated as Crowley, but it was not the sky that he was transfixed upon. There was awe, wonder, worship, and love, written plainly across the troll's face, the Milky way reflected in his eyes, but it was all for the human, as if the stars didn't even exist.

"Oh," Crowley breathed, startled by the unabashed openness of Aziraphale's expression.

You love me too.

He was almost certain of it now, yet for some reason, he was still reluctant to be the one to say it first.

"I could watch you stare at the sky all night," Aziraphale admitted trance-like, gaze filled with immense adoration, "you are so breathtakingly handsome, I am bewitched by you, Crowley."

Crowley opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. What was he supposed to say to something like that? No one had ever looked at him like that before, like he was their whole universe, and they could want for nothing else. Were there words to convey the way that Aziraphale was slowly but surely pushing his incandescence into the dark corners of Crowley and flushing out the shadows? He was a healing balm to the wounds that had never properly closed, the one who painted colour into his otherwise monochromatic life. But he wasn't very good at expressing his emotions, speaking didn't always work out well for him, so he turned to the thing he was good at.

Staring into blue eyes that twinkled with literal and metaphorical stars, Crowley caressed and cupped Aziraphale's jaw before leaning in to kiss him tenderly. Gradually shuffling his feet, Crowley turned completely to face Aziraphale without breaking their lingering kiss, and pulled the troll closer to him by a hand on his hip. Their tongues met with the familiarity and grace of lovers, Aziraphale's claws carefully dipped between the leather of Crowley's belt, and the denim of his jeans, dragging him in, while the other hand slid under Crowley's shirt and up his smooth back.

They kissed until their lips were red and swollen with passion, and Aziraphale's cock was nudging insistently at the dip of Crowley's pelvis and hip, right next to the bulging denim crotch of his jeans. Aziraphale pulled away first with a suggestively cheeky smile, and he knelt on the ground, then to Crowley's surprise, started rummaging in the bag, pulling things out.

The tartan blanket from the bedroom was laid out on the ground, and Aziraphale immediately transferred himself, and the bag onto it, setting the container of fruits down aside the bag. Before he could do anything else, Crowley knelt down behind the troll, pressing right up against him, and wrapped one arm around his chest, while the other hand dragged five fingers down through his belly fur. A shaky gasp reached Crowley's ears when those fingers grazed over Aziraphale's balls, fondling them gently before dancing up the shaft of his quickly growing length to thumb at the head.

Aziraphale's head fell back on Crowley's shoulder with a quiet moan, and Crowley took the opportunity to suck a mark into the skin directly under his chin, kissing all around it once he was satisfied with the swiftly blooming purple colour. Keening, Aziraphale squirmed back against him, rubbing his buttocks against Crowley's tented jeans, which only made Crowley push into him in return.

The memory of being inside Aziraphale's tight, hot body flooded back to Crowley, and his cock throbbed with the desire to feel that again. He was just about to make the suggestion after he finished sucking on Aziraphale's ear lobe, but the troll beat him to it.

"C-Crowley…"

"Mm, yeah, sweetheart?" he acknowledged, grazing his teeth up the shell of the pointed ear.

"I'd like to, erm, that is…would you allow me to have you, here, under the stars?" Aziraphale probed, cheeks ruddier than they had been a moment previous, "See, I haven't stopped thinking about how incredible you felt inside me, and I want to make you feel that good too."

Crowley pulled his head back a bit to look at Aziraphale properly, "You want to fuck me, Angel?"

Aziraphale clicked his tongue, "Well, I prefer the term make love, but yes, if you must use such vulgar language, I would very much like to fuck you," he clarified, then hurried to add, "if you are also interested in such a thing…?"

"Interested is my middle name," Crowley told him, it was also the state of his cock.

Aziraphale's eyebrows furrowed, "Really? That's an odd thing to name someone."

The response was so unexpected that Crowley burst out laughing, "No, no, not literally. It's just a thing you say when something greatly applies to you," he explained, "in other words, yes, I'm very interested in that sort of thing."

"Ah, I see!" he nodded, "well in that case…" wriggling out of Crowley's grip, he tugged the bag closer, going for the front pocket that time, and triumphantly pulled out the tube of lubricant that Crowley was keeping in there, "we'll need this, right?"

"Angel…did you plan this?" Crowley grinned.

The troll blushed adorably, fiddling with the tube in his hands as he confessed all at once, "Uh, I mean…I had hoped you would want to…and I checked it was in there when I packed the bag…but it also would've been fine if you didn't want to…"

Crowley shut him up by crushing his lips against the troll's, smooshing his overgrown canines against his mouth, and enjoying every second of it, "You are too precious, sweetheart," Crowley told him, not even attempting to wipe the smitten look off of his own face.

"There is one slight problem however…" Aziraphale timidly brought up.

"What's that?" Crowley inquired with a raised eyebrow.

Looking at Crowley's chest through his lashes, Aziraphale raised his unoccupied hand and wiggled his fingers, his sharp claws glinting in the moonlight.

Ah.

"I can't, um, you know…"

Crowley understood, and he would have made a joke about having to carry the backpack and prepare himself, but he got the feeling that a joke like that may not land well at that moment.

"That's not a problem, Angel, I can do it," he brushed it off like it was nothing, which it was really, mostly it was a shame that he could never feel Aziraphale's fingers inside him, "not like I need much prep anyway," he shrugged, putting his hand out for the lube.

"Oh?"

"This isn't my first rodeo, Aziraphale," Crowley chuckled, "and I have a whole collection of toys at home that have been getting some good use."

"Toys?" he looked confused.

"Sex toys, like dildos and stuff…" Crowley explained, and Aziraphale tilted his head like he was trying to figure out what all that meant. "Fake penises that do basically the same job as real ones," he clarified.

Aziraphale glanced down at his own half hard cock, and then back up at Crowley, "Oh!"

"Now you got it," Crowley chuckled, "I get horny thinking about you at home sometimes, so I pull out one of my toys, and pretend it's you while I get off."

Entire face having gone red, Aziraphale licked his lips, looking extraordinarily flustered, "Well…that's, um, gosh."

"Why is that shocking?" he inquired, "You don't touch yourself thinking about me?"

"Um," Aziraphale cleared his throat, and nodded, "yes, I do, just…"

"Ah, it's the whole sex toy thing, yeah?"

The troll nodded again.

"I can bring one with me next time if you're curious," Crowley offered, noticing that Aziraphale was completely hard again, "there are endless varieties, some vibrate too."

Aziraphale hesitated, and Crowley thought for a moment that he was going to decline, but then he quietly mumbled, "Okay. You can show me how you use it when you're alone."

Crowley's eyebrows nearly flew off of his forehead, "Well shit, Angel. Yeah, alright, I'm game."

"Lovely," Aziraphale finally handed him the lube, eyes dragging over his body, "now, I think you're far too overdressed, my dear."

"I think you're right," Crowley agreed, setting the tube down beside him while he disrobed.

He could hardly take his eyes off of Aziraphale's cock though, desperate for a taste after all of that talk. There were little pearly beads of precome rolling down his shaft, looking almost luminescent in the moonlight, that were practically begging to be lapped up on his tongue.

Shoes and socks were reefed off first, closely followed by his shirt. Shuffling forward on his knees, one hand on his belt, while the other supported his weight, Crowley leaned down and took what he wanted. The bitter saltiness on his tongue only turned the dial up on his desire, then the guttural moan that Aziraphale made melted the dial right off, and Crowley was suddenly yanking at his belt and jeans to get them off. All the while taking Aziraphale's cockhead in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue.

"Crow-ley," Aziraphale whined, tightly gripping his hair.

The human shuddered, and then pulled off, only because he couldn't get his fucking jeans off of his ankles.

"Do you wanna watch, or do you want my mouth on you?" he asked, picking up the lube and coating a couple of fingers now that he was completely naked.

Eyes wide, Aziraphale visibly swallowed, "W-watch?"

"You sure?"

"Yes."

Turning around, Crowley backed up to Aziraphale on his knees, until he was damn near sitting in his lap, and he heard Aziraphale exhale a shaky breath.

Crowley smirked to himself, "Good view?"

"Mmhmm!"

"Good."

Posing himself as comfortably as possible, Crowley then reached an arm back behind himself, easily finding his own entrance with a slick finger. Focusing on relaxing his body, Crowley took a few breaths and rubbed over the tight furl before pushing one digit half way inside. He let out a gasp, but Aziraphale's was louder, needier.

"Can I, er…?"

"Touch me."

Two hands clambered up his thighs, and Crowley relaxed into it, enjoying the way his troll's hands felt over his bare skin, not quite rough, but calloused on some parts. As two fingers traced over his snaked tattoo, he pushed the rest of his own finger in, and begun to move it back out only to have it go all the way back in. When Aziraphale's hands found their way to his buttocks, fingers gently tracing over the claw marks from earlier in the river, connecting them like a dot-to-dot, Crowley started on a second finger.

Biting his lower lip, cock hanging hard and heavy between his spread legs, Crowley gradually pushed in his second finger alongside the first. He moaned quietly, relishing the barely there burn, and feeling of his ass being slowly filled. Then there was hot breath on the sensitive skin of his spread cheeks, and a whine slipped through his lips, followed by a throaty cry as something hot and wet licked from his perineum all the way up to his stretched rim.

"Fuck," his legs trembled, and he pushed his fingers in as far as possible, leaving them there while Aziraphale traced around them with his tongue.

With a low growl, Aziraphale lapped at him more firmly, putting pressure on the edge of his entrance until Crowley's body opened enough to allow the tip of his tongue to join the digits inside him.

"Ah-Aziraphale," Crowley whimpered, whole body quivering as he was stretched further on that tongue, feeling Aziraphale's long teeth graze against his soft flesh as his mouth came right up against the fingers. "Hnnngg."

It wasn't the kind of pleasure that you climaxed from, but the type that sent you mad, had you sobbing by the end, stuck on the edge, begging to be allowed to come. Crowley's free hand fisted in the blanket, and his forehead touched tartan, though he wasn't sure when he'd lowered the upper half of his body, leaving his ass in the air. Honestly he was in half a mind to just remove his fingers and let Aziraphale eat him out to his heart's content, but if he did that, he might not make it long enough to even feel Aziraphale's cock inside of him.

Years had passed since he'd last had a tongue up his ass, so the temptation was very real, though if he were honest, it still would've been even if he'd last been rimmed a week ago. Eventually he decided that he wanted Aziraphale to fuck him with his cock more, especially since his lover had specifically requested to do so.

Telling Aziraphale to stop was difficult however, it felt so damn amazing he was dribbling onto the blanket, both with precome and drool, his body didn't want the feeling to end, even for a minute. He tried to open his mouth to speak several times, only managing to moan and whimper instead as Aziraphale's tongue wiggled, and his traitor fingers twitched and curled inside of him.

"Y-you gotta…uhnn…gotta…stop," he gasped finally.

The tongue was gone instantly, the night air felt cool against his skin where it replaced the hot breath that had been there a moment ago.

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry, I-"

"No. No, no, noooo," Crowley drawled, trying to gather up his remaining brain cells after removing his fingers, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, "was so fuckin' good, Angel. I absolutely woulda let you eat me out all night if you wanted, but then I'd have been useless for anythin' else."

"Oh."

"Yeah, unless you changed your mind about fucking me, 'cause in that case…"

"No," Aziraphale growled, nails digging into Crowley's hips, suddenly right behind him, grinding his naturally slick cock against Crowley's wanting hole.

"Ngk!" Crowley's eyes rolled back for a second, "Someone's riled up," he commented with a grin, then wiggled his hips back against that hot, thick cock, "come on then, I'm ready. I want you, Aziraphale."

Crowley heard the cap of the lube pop open, and he smiled to himself; Aziraphale was so considerate, it would've been fine between the prep and the troll's natural abundance of precome, but he supposed that it never hurt to use more than enough lube.

Finally the head of his lover's cock was rubbing at Crowley's hole, he breathed, relaxing his muscles. At the same time Aziraphale nudged his hips forward, Crowley pushed his ass back, and suddenly found himself half filled with Aziraphale's cock. A drawn out groan left his gaping mouth as his cock throbbed from the sudden stretch of his rim to accommodate the length in his ass.

"Gosh," Aziraphale breathed sharply, "are-are you alright, dear?"

"Do it again, want all of you," Crowley babbled.

Feeling Aziraphale pull back, Crowley braced himself, and then pushed back in time with his troll thrusting into him.

Eyes squeezed shut, he choked on air, knuckles going white from how hard he was gripping the blanket, "God. Fuck. Yes."

He was filled right up to the hilt, Aziraphale's hips bracketing his ass, meanwhile the troll was panting, and there were fresh claw marks on Crowley's skin. Breathe, he reminded himself, a quiver running through his body, making him clench around Aziraphale.

"Ahn!" the troll moaned, hips jerking, "Crowley, what-? Can I-? Please tell me…"

"Yes, move, please move," Crowley told him needily, already trying to rock back on him.

His last working brain cell was trying to work out why they hadn't done this sooner, when Aziraphale pulled all of the way out him, leaving him feeling so unbelievably empty. The whine that came out of him was truly pathetic, so was the second one as the cock that should've been inside of him was playing with his rim instead, barely slipping the tip through before pulling it back out, letting Crowley feel every bump and curve of him.

Just as he was about to verbally tell Aziraphale to fuck him, Crowley got his wish, his ass stuffed full again. Aziraphale didn't find a rhythm straight away though, he probed and tested angles, speeds, and strength until Crowley was mewling into the blanket, cock a deep red, and dripping liquid desire. In that time Aziraphale had managed to hit Crowley's prostate on two occasions, and he was a certified mess at that point. He'd never had sex like that before, letting the other person take their time and discover how he liked it best, he felt utterly known and cared for, it was entirely disarming. Might also be some of the best sex of his life.

A shooting star – or maybe a UFO - caught Crowley's eye as he glanced up at the sky, but within a blink it was gone, and immediately forgotten as the next thrust went deep, and stayed there. Aziraphale's hot, furred body covered Crowley's back as one of his hands slipped down his arm to cover Crowley's hand on the blanket and interlace their fingers.

"Cro-Crowley," he panted in the human's ear, chin on his shoulder, "I'm so, mmnn…so close."

A shudder ran through Crowley's entire body, "Come in me, please, uhn, please, wanna f-feel you," he begged as a strong arm wrapped around his chest, fingers grazing over his nipple, making his hips jerk.

Aziraphale was grinding hard and deep against Crowley's ass, pressed too firmly to his body to do much else, when he barely grazed Crowley's prostate again, making him cry out.

"Want you to-to come too," Aziraphale mumbled, body stuttering.

That was when Crowley felt something soft along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, he damn near bit through his lip when he bent his neck to look. The tuft on the tip of Aziraphale's tail teased at his balls while the double coiled end slipped around Crowley's rock hard cock, and squeezed.

Crowley swore loudly, right on the precipice, anything would tip him over at the moment, and he was so goddamn desperate for it. The coils loosened, and Crowley sobbed, only to wordlessly scream directly after, orgasm shooting pleasure through his veins and up his spine, spreading to the tips of his fingers and toes, making his entire back arch. The fingers on his nipple had pinched the little nub firmly as Aziraphale strangled his cock with his tail again, careening Crowley into absolute bliss.

Distantly, from cloud nine, or maybe Alpha Centauri, Crowley heard Aziraphale make a noise that was the combination of a growl, deep groan, and Crowley's name as he filled him with copious amounts of come. There was a sharp pain in Crowley's shoulder blade at the same time, and he realised that his lover had bitten him. He groaned weakly with the feeling, a couple of extra drops of come dribbling from the tip of his cock, joining the mess underneath him.

I love you, he thought loudly, it was the only one left in his head.

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When both of them had recovered enough to clean up they'd done just that, and then cuddled up together on the clean part of the blanket to eat the fruit that they'd brought with them while stargazing. There might have been a bit of making out involved too, alright, a lot of making out, fruit tasted even better when paired with Aziraphale, in Crowley's opinion. What was he supposed to do, not kiss Aziraphale, and not slip his tongue between his lips for a taste? Yeah, right.

After a while Crowley was so content and comfortable that he started to fall asleep, and Aziraphale had to poke him awake with his tail so that they could pack up and head back to the cabin. The trek back was long and tiresome after the wonderful day they'd had together, Crowley was also very grateful that Aziraphale had packed his jumper since the night air had developed a slight chill to it. It had all been worth it though, for the waterfall, for the view, for the stars, for the sex, for Aziraphale.

Crowley fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as they had settled into the nest together, Aziraphale's tail curled around him, his head on the pillow that he'd brought, and ear plugs snug in his ears. He slept soundly, and didn't even wake up once, sleeping until well after dawn when the sun was already warming the air.

It may have been a great sleep, but he sure didn't feel great when he woke up, not to mention that he was alone in the nest. He sat up to figure out where Aziraphale was, and immediately regretted it, his forehead throbbed, and his jaw ached in a way that felt like multiple toothaches at once. His ass was satisfyingly sore, that he expected, though his coccyx hurt too, and damn, was the skin along his spine itchy.

Reaching under his shirt to scratch his back, Crowley thought that maybe he'd laid on something the previous day that had irritated his skin. However, when his fingers got there, he could feel not a rash, but hair, soft, new, baby hairs. Startled by the discovery he almost forgot that it was itchy, since when was he growing back hair? A lot of people grew hair in new places as they got older, he reasoned out, he'd seen it in a magazine or something. That was fine, he supposed, he wished it wasn't so itchy though.

Crowley could explain away the rest of his ails to himself as well; tailbone from sitting on the hard ground, headache from not enough water, or sleeping funny, or simply just a headache, everyone got those. Even the toothache could be from him grinding his teeth in his sleep like he used to do a lot when he was younger. Taking a drink of water from his bottle brought his attention to something though; his teeth felt strange. He traced his teeth, upper and lower with his tongue, and while he couldn't say what it was exactly, he knew that his teeth felt different. Bigger, maybe? Sharper? No, surely not. Imagining things, he was, probably just the head and tooth aches messing with him, putting him off kilter.

Fishing around in his bag, Crowley pulled out a couple of painkillers and knocked them back with the water, hoping that they would kick in soon. After rubbing the tips of his fingers into his forehead and jaw, trying to alleviate some of the pain, he made himself get up with a great groan, his joints cracking as he stretched. If he was going to keep sleeping in the forest, Crowley was going to have to be smarter about it, his body was not built for this.

Pulling his jeans on over his underwear, Crowley left the bedroom to find Aziraphale. The other room was void of his troll too, so he headed outside, and was almost blinded by the sunlight as he opened the door, which didn't help his headache. Blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the brightness, he glanced around the clearing, and spotted his troll hanging the tartan blanket over a low tree branch as it dripped onto the mossy roots below.

Crowley sauntered over to him, "Mornin', Angel," he greeted with a kiss to Aziraphale's cheek.

"Good morning, sleepy head," he returned cheerfully, momentarily pivoting to steal a quick kiss from Crowley's lips.

"Mm, missed waking up next to you," Crowley grumbled forlornly, wrapping his arms around Aziraphale's middle, and trailing his fingers through his belly fur as he went back to straightening the blanket.

"I'm sorry, dear, I get fidgety if I don't get up once I'm awake, and I didn't want to disturb you, you looked so peaceful," Aziraphale replied, rubbing his tail comfortingly against Crowley's arm, "thought I'd gather some breakfast, and wash the blanket while you were sleeping."

"S'alright, not really a morning person anyway," Crowley shrugged, brushing his lips against Aziraphale's temple, "could go for some breakfast though."

"Thought so. Come on, then," Aziraphale took Crowley's hands in his own, pulling them from around himself, and led him back inside to the dining table where he'd left that morning's collection plate.

Thankfully the painkillers kicked in during breakfast, and reduced his aches to a bearable dullness, he didn't tell Aziraphale about them though, he didn't want to worry him unnecessarily, or potentially make him feel bad in any way. After breakfast, Crowley went back into the bedroom to repack his bag, and put on his shoes and socks, ready to leave whenever Aziraphale was. The plan was to leisurely wander back to their meeting place, and then, knowing themselves, spend a good hour or two saying goodbye before Crowley made his way back to his flat.

Just as Crowley had finished, and was just about to head out to the other room with his bag, Aziraphale came into the bedroom, the shirt Crowley had left with the troll last time was in his hands, and there was a frown on his face.

"Crowley…the shirt doesn't smell like you anymore," he pouted, holding out the shirt to the human as if expecting him to fix the problem.

The human's chest clenched with emotion, his desire to take care of Aziraphale rising to the surface.

"Here, Angel…" he unzipped his bag, and pulled back out the shirt that he'd worn there yesterday, then handed it to Aziraphale, "gimme the old one back, I'll swap them out for you every time I come."

"Oh! Thank you, dear," Aziraphale purred, face lighting up as he gave Crowley back the old shirt, and immediately buried his nose in the new garment, pointed ears twitching, and tail swishing about happily behind him.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," he smiled, completely smitten, and moved closer to the troll to press a kiss to the top of his head.

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