The bar wasn't someplace Aziraphale would have ever been caught in. The floors were sticky, the music awful, and the leather on the stools had been split open and were spilling out their cushioning. Still, no one he knew would find him here, and there was some comfort in being anonymous. He sat at the bar counter; he'd had to settle on a gin and tonic after his first three choices had earned him a scoff, a laugh, and an annoyed headshake. As if there was anything wrong with being particular.

He nursed his drink, taking a quick look at his surroundings. The large man in the mesh top at the end of the bar tried to catch his eye, but Aziraphale shifted, his gaze landing on another man on the other side of the bar. On instinct, the man in the mesh top followed his eyeline until his eyes stopped on the man across the room, a muscular blond man in ripped jeans and a rainbow T-shirt. Seeing the greener grass, he quickly forgot about Aziraphale and made his way over. Aziraphale watched them for a moment, knowing they would be having a very nice evening indeed, before spinning back around and taking a sip of his drink, which he immediately thought better of.

"Did it hurt?" a voice asked from over his shoulder.

Too confused to be annoyed by the sudden interruption, Aziraphale spun on the stool to gaze up at the man who had spoken. He was tall, delicately thin, dressed all in black, and had a mop of red hair styled meticulously on top of his head. He also was wearing dark glasses that Aziraphale couldn't see through in this lighting. He was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes upon.

"Excuse me?"

"Did it hurt?" the man replied.

"Did what hurt?" Aziraphale responded, confused.

"When you f … no, I don't think that's the right one for you. Let me try again."

At this, Aziraphale's lip twitched up, just a smidge on the right side of his face, but he knew the man caught it as his smile spread. When the man didn't speak right away, Aziraphale lifted an eyebrow.

"Oh"—he slapped his hands together—"I got it. Will you touch me? I want to tell my friends I've been touched by an angel."

At this, Aziraphale burst out laughing. "Does that usually work?"

The man sat down on the stool next to him. "Don't know. First time I've tried it."

Aziraphale looked him up and down. He was so very handsome, all sharp jawlines and high cheekbones. "So, am I the control group? Are you testing out to see what works before you apply the practice on one of the other more suitable choices?" He gave a wave of his hand, indicating the other choices in the bar, but the man's eyes never left him.

"You look like the only choice for me," the man said, leaning in a little. The closeness along with the deep cadence of the voice made Aziraphale blush.

"You're quite forward, Mister?" Aziraphale asked, trying to capture back some control of the situation. There was no doubt about what he wanted from this man, and the chase was part of the fun.

"Crowley, no Mister, just Crowley. What's your name, angel?"

The devil licked his lips, and then smirked when he caught Aziraphale glancing at those same lips.

"Aziraphale," he responded with as much dignity as he could perched on a barstool in this dive bar. "So tell me, just Crowley, what is it that you do?"

The question seemed to stump him for a second, and Aziraphale smirked, having some of the power back.

"I'm between jobs right now. I didn't like my last workplace, so I'm taking a break. Going to try some freelancing, I think."

Aziraphale let out a breath, shook his head, and tutted playfully. "Unemployed, well that doesn't seem very enticing." The words came out in a teasing way that let Crowley know he wasn't overly concerned with his job or lack thereof.

"Good thing I have other ways of enticing then," Crowley replied, picking up the ball and running with it. His warm hand rested on Aziraphale's thigh, and his long slender fingers dipped over the swell of his leg and brushed gently on his inner thigh.

Aziraphale squirmed but didn't resist the touch. In fact, it lit a fire in him that was making coherent thought quite difficult. He'd never been picked up in a bar before, and now that it seemed to be happening, he wasn't quite sure what was next.

Crowley caught the look on his face and his own immediately softened.

"Only if you want to be, angel. I can stop if you aren't comfortable."

Warmth flooded much higher in his chest this time, right around his heart. While Crowley had mistaken his look for hesitance instead of what it was, unsure of how to proceed, it had given him the confidence to move forward with their interaction.

"I don't find this stool overly comfortable, perhaps we could take this somewhere else."

Crowley smiled sweetly at him and stood up, making movements toward the door when Aziraphale surprised him by grabbing his arm and leading him the opposite way. Toward the loos.

Aziraphale nearly giggled, if anyone who knew him could see him now. Taking this gorgeous creature to the toilets for a bit of naughtiness. They would scarcely believe it. It wasn't so long ago that he wouldn't have thought himself capable of such an act. Thrill shot through him like a volcano erupting.

As soon as Crowley was through the door, Aziraphale pushed him back against it. He reached and clicked the lock in place even as his lips made their way to Crowley's. Crowley wrapped his arms around Aziraphale, his surprise at the sudden change of events only throwing him off guard for a moment, and he plunged his tongue into Aziraphale's mouth. And, oh, was his tongue a revelation. Such wicked things he could do, Aziraphale thought.

Aziraphale felt his heart hammering in his chest as he broke the kiss, his hands going to Crowley's belt.

"I thought I was the one seducing you," Crowley said, panting, as he watched his trousers be pulled open.

"Consider me seduced, " Aziraphale retorted with a wave of his hand as he slid down to his knees. "Although, I'm a little embarrassed at myself, those pick up lines were horrendous."

He didn't give Crowley a chance to reply or even cast a smug grin as he leaned in and took Crowley's cock into his mouth as deeply as he could. Aziraphale glanced up just in time to get the visual to the thunking sound of Crowley's head hitting the door. Aziraphale bobbed his head slowly a couple times before he felt those long sinful fingers slide into his hair. He loved having his hair pulled as he gave head, and he was hoping for just that in this experience. He let those beautiful hands guide him, relaxing to accept the tip of Crowley's cock into his throat as he slid in fully.

The sounds they both made were pornographic, which he supposed they were.

Aziraphale ran his hands up and down Crowley's legs, letting his well-manicured fingers scratch their way down against the dark denim. This earned him a keening sound that would live in his mind for a very long time.

Never one to do less than his best, Aziraphale proved that he too had a clever tongue, and he tasted the drops of precome as his tongue carved the slit of Crowley's cock. The resulting pull on his hair made him moan, and that vibration made the man's hips buck. A few more expert flicks of his tongue and Crowley was fucking his face with abandon. Aziraphale kept his eyes open, staring up at the beautiful beast above him, happily taking all he was given. The moment Crowley looked down and caught him staring up with wide eyes was the beginning of the end, his whole body shook, and Aziraphale felt him tug his head closer, and he opened his throat as Crowley spilled down it.

The room was silent for a moment with only the sound of their heavy breathing, as if the jukebox had known not to mute such sweet sounds.

Aziraphale lapped at Crowley's sensitive cock, humming with a self-satisfied grin on his face. Once he deemed him appropriately clean, he tucked him back into those ridiculously tight jeans.

"Oh, angel, you really outdid yourself," Crowley said, helping him up. "Now let me …"

Aziraphale swatted him away from his pants as Crowley made to undo them.

"Now, my dear, we can do that at home. It's absolutely filthy in here." He lifted his chin primly.

"Angel, you were just kneeling on the floor," Crowley said incredulously.

"I most certainly was not. I miracled a pillow. Did you not notice?" He giggled.

"No, I was a little busy getting my brain sucked out through my prick."

"Don't be crass." The smug look on his face surely told Crowley that his crassness was very much welcomed, even if he'd never admit it out loud. Aziraphale tugged at his waistcoat and looked into the mirror—his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were full. There was no way he would walk out of this bathroom without everyone knowing exactly what he'd been up to.

It was a very good thing no one knew him here.

"Shall we go home, my love?" Crowley unlocked the door and held it open for Aziraphale.

Once they were back out on the street, Aziraphale peeked over at Crowley as they walked. "Did you enjoy it?" Aziraphale asked, a bit of the nerves coming back.

Crowley squeezed his hand. "I loved it, angel. I think I finally get what you're on about with these roleplays."

"Oh goody, so you'll do another?" he asked excitedly.

"Anything for you," Crowley responded softly.

Aziraphale's face became animated. "Wonderful. I was thinking next time I could be the dashing rogue pirate and you could be the helpless serving girl. Or perhaps two feuding dukes from neighbouring lands come together to negotiate a truce."

Crowley groaned.

The sound of a man who knew exactly how smitten he was.