Hey guys!

Thank you to every who read, kudosed, and commented on the last chapter, I appreciate you greatly! 3

I think that I've decided (life depending) to update on Mondays and Thursdays (this is Australian time though, so it might be Sundays and Wednesdays for some of you).

So, this chapter has time skipped a bit from the previous chapter, and I promise that there is a plot, it's just slow building, but in the meantime, enjoy more fluff and smut :D

Drop me a comment with your thoughts at the end, much love xox

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Several weeks passed, spring was inevitably turning into summer, and Crowley had been to back to Eden Forest numerous times at that point, it was the highlight - or highlights if he managed to go twice in the same week – of his week. He thought about Aziraphale all of the time, could never wait to get back to him, bought him copious amounts of books, wanked himself silly over him, even caught himself daydreaming about him at work. It was all terribly love sick of him. Not that he was in love or anything…

Unfortunately, this time Crowley hadn't been able to go back to visit Aziraphale for over a week, missing their scheduled meet up date. It was something that they'd set up so that Aziraphale knew when to expect Crowley, and to be on the lookout for him. Their rendezvous place being where they'd met the first time on the cliff cut out.

The reason that he'd missed their meet up date was due to the weather that particular day being absolutely atrocious, everyone locally had even received an extreme weather warning on their phones. Crowley had fretted about Aziraphale though and hoped that he had some kind of secure place to go when the weather was bad. The question hadn't been asked yet about where in the forest he lived yet, so Crowley decided that he would do so the next time that he saw him. He cared for Aziraphale, and wanted to make sure that he wasn't without safety and comfort in weather like that, not that he was sure how to help if he didn't.

Sadly Crowley had no way to communicate with Aziraphale when they were apart, so he'd just had to stay at home, stare at the pictures he'd taken of him on his phone, and feel guilty, and a little sick with worry. Then he'd had work for the following three days, which he'd considered skipping, but the authorities had advised not to go out to any nature reserves for a couple of days, so he'd begrudgingly gone to work instead of the forest, where he wanted to be. Thankfully his next day off was bright and sunny again, as if the crazy weather had never happened.

Having been unable to wait any longer, Crowley had been up with the sun, getting ready and eating breakfast as quickly as possible, eager to see Aziraphale again. Though he spared time to double check that he had packed the new books he'd picked up for the troll – he was becoming a regular at the second hand book store in town.

He hurried along the track, not quite running but walking quite briskly, keeping an eye out for any signs of his furry friend - lover? At that pace he reached the cliff cut out in record time, even with all of the debris on the path, but Aziraphale was nowhere to be seen. Not that Crowley should have expected him to be, but there was still a sinking disappointment in his chest from the troll's absence.

"Aziraphale!?" he called out, walking a few metres off of the track to search further around the cliff face. "Aziraphale!" he tried again.

There was no answer.

Crowley frowned, starting to fret again, even though logically he knew that it was a huge forest and the troll could literally be anywhere in it. Putting himself back on the path, he walked further along to where the track ended at the rain swollen river, hoping to maybe find Aziraphale hanging out there instead. He called out for Aziraphale a few times, but the only answer was from the birds in the trees, chirping at him as they swooped past.

Where are you? Crowley wondered to himself, starting to worry irrationally that he might never see Aziraphale again. The wildflower clearing, perhaps. He hadn't gone off track by himself before though, only ever with the troll, and everything he'd ever heard about hiking told him not to stray from the track as it was easy to get lost, especially for inexperienced hikers. There didn't seem to be any other choice though, he needed to find Aziraphale, even just to make sure that he was okay, but definitely to also apologise for not coming sooner.

Crowley took a deep breath and gripped the straps of his backpack, then headed off of the trail in the direction of the clearing - at least he was ninety percent sure it was that way. Anxiety about getting lost started setting in after five minutes, but he knew that the clearing was further than that and pushed on.

Just as he thought he was totally lost, a familiar giant tree with a knot in the trunk appeared in front of him, and Crowley knew that he was in the right place. He patted the bark of the tree appreciatively, and rushed into the clearing with high hopes, which, that time, weren't dashed.

Almost immediately, Crowley spotted Aziraphale sitting on the ground cross legged in the sunshine, surrounded by flowers and butterflies. Crowley leant against a tree trunk, relief washing over him while he watched as Aziraphale brought a picked flower up to his cute nose, a smile bloomed over his face when he inhaled the scent. Unaware he was being watched, Aziraphale begun to wistfully pluck the petals from his flower, his mouth moving as if he were speaking to himself.

A small down of hares hopped further away from Crowley, and the troll's ears twitched suddenly – which always made Crowley swoon - and he glanced up, connecting their gazes. Crowley beamed and waved at him, and when Aziraphale's face lit up brighter than the unfiltered sunlight in the clearing, Crowley's heart was filled to bursting with warmth and happiness, and maybe even a certain four letter word.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale cried, sending butterflies quickly flittering away as he bounded over to Crowley on all fours. Without stopping, he jumped into Crowley's arms, wrapping his thick thighs around the human's waist, the force pushing them both back into the wide tree trunk behind him.

"Whoa, hey, Angel," Crowley puffed, grinning, his hands going to Aziraphale's buttocks to help support him.

Without hesitating, Aziraphale kissed him passionately, clutching onto Crowley carefully, claws catching in Crowley's short, red hair. Aziraphale seemed to love his hair, he was always touching it, something about the colour fascinated him apparently, especially when the sun caught it. Crowley, who loved the attention, was even letting it grow out a bit for Aziraphale to play with.

"Mmm," fuck, that was a good kiss, it was a shame he couldn't speak and kiss at the same time though, "I'm sorry I didn't visit when I said I would the other day, the weather was dreadful, and I've had work since, I couldn't get back here til today," Crowley blurted out all at once, needing to release the bad feelings now that he could.

Aziraphale wiggled until his clawed feet hit the ground, and his big blue eyes could stare into Crowley's honeyed ones, "I understand, dear, it was rather hairy, I didn't really expect you to come out in that."

Hopefully that meant…"You-you didn't come out to the cliff and wait for me, did you?"

Aziraphale's gaze shifted, and he cleared his throat while shuffling his feet.

Oh. Oh no. "Shit. Aziraphale, I'm so sorry!" Crowley took both of Aziraphale's hands in his own and brought them up to his mouth, kissing the knuckles of both of them, "I wanted to be here, but-"

"Hush, my dear, it's alright," he assured Crowley, pulling their linked hands to his furred chest, a touch of pink colouring his cheeks, "it's not the worst I've weathered out here, just a bit of wet fur, nothing to get worked up and wobbly lipped over."

Crowley chewed his lips, not entirely cured of feeling shitty about Aziraphale being out in the torrential rain because of him, "Please tell me you at least have some decent shelter to protect you from the conditions out here."

"Oh, yes! I have a lovely home, and a cosy nest," he added with pride, and a hint of suggestion, "...would you like to see it?"

That made Crowley feel somewhat better, "Uh, yeah, I'd love to see where you...sleep. Is it far?"

"Not too far, this way," Aziraphale dropped one of Crowley's hands but kept a tight hold on the other one, and set off without delay, his long tail bouncing enthusiastically behind him.

They'd walked for about twenty minutes when Crowley commented - not complained – "I thought you said it wasn't far."

"Well, it is quicker when I don't have a solely bipedal, forest newcomer slowing me down," the troll quipped back, giving him a bitchy look that shouldn't have been endearing, but was.

Crowley did think that he should've been offended, but instead he huffed a laughed, "You have my sincerest apologies then...is it that obvious that I'm new to the whole hiking thing?"

"Yes. Though most humans I've seen aren't as adept as I am, but then again, I do live here."

They were deeper now then Crowley had ever been before, the trees seemed taller, thicker, older here than in the outer edges of the forest. He was interested to see Aziraphale's home though, he'd said that he had a good shelter, so Crowley was expecting a cave possibly, or a large burrow, he was certainly unprepared for the reality.

The trees opened up suddenly, and they stepped out of the canopy and into a clearing, much smaller than the one with the wild flowers, but still a decent sized area to move around in. The rushing of the river could be heard nearby, and thick beams of sunlight pierced through the break in the leaves, not entirely filling the clearing, but giving a pool of golden light right to the middle of it, directly over what appeared to be a fire pit. The ground was mostly earth with patches of moss around the edges out of the sun, and little clusters of clovers and flowers here and there. Further away, leading behind a mess of vines, branches and moss, there were trails of mushrooms, these ones were white, and brown. It was beautiful, but one thing seemed to be missing...where was the shelter?

"Welcome to my home," Aziraphale announced excitedly, spreading his arms out, tail held high, "well, I mean the whole forest is my home, but the bees have their hives, the badgers their burrows, and hares their forms, this is mine," he explained, then grabbed Crowley's hand. "Come see inside…"

Inside? He'd just opened his mouth to ask where the 'inside' was exactly, and then Crowley saw it.

The vines and branches were not merely such, they covered what appeared to be an old log cabin, the moss was growing on most of the exterior, hiding it in plain view. Any wonder he hadn't seen it initially, it was mostly hidden, as if the forest were slowly reclaiming the cabin.

"Oh, yeah, love to," he answered distractedly, still trying to make out the entire structure in front of him while trailing behind Aziraphale toward it.

Beyond the wooden door, the moss carpet was springy under Crowley's boots, and though the windows were dirty, and the canopy thick, it was surprisingly bright inside, and relatively clean despite the obvious age of the cabin. Of course it was run down, but maybe well lived in was a better term, yet it appeared to be standing the test of time. The cabin seemed to be split into two rooms; a living and dining area, and another room that Crowley assumed was a bedroom. An armchair and a two seater lounge took up one wall with a big window behind them, both looked like they should have been replaced twice over, the pattern of the material had worn away, and was ripped in some places, the stuffing barely staying in. In the corner by the door stood a little square table, also wooden, with two matching timber chairs, they were worn with age and use, but otherwise seemed fully functional. The other wall was lined with shelving, every shelf packed with books, mismatched cooking equipment, water bottles, trinkets, interesting rocks, dried herbs and flowers, and other random bits and bobs.

"How did you get all of this stuff?" Crowley asked, stepping closer to inspect the shelves.

"Oh, you would be amazed at how many things humans accidently leave behind or lose," Aziraphale told him animatedly, "some humans used to camp in the forest too, and leave a great deal of useful items when they left, but no one has camped here in some time now."

Crowley remembered seeing the 'old camp site' on the map when he'd looked up the tracks before his first adventure to Eden Forest. There had also been a warning that camping was prohibited, and he said as much to Aziraphale.

"Hm, that is rather a shame, I quite enjoyed watching humans sit around the campfire and tell jokes, or sing and dance, or attempt to scare one another with spooky tales," he smiled fondly, "they were usually respectful to the forest, and if they weren't, well…" he trailed off.

Crowley waited for more, but Aziraphale didn't finish his sentence, "If they weren't…?" he prompted.

"Oh, I scared them off," he seemed quite chuffed about it too.

A laugh erupted from Crowley's mouth. It was a challenge to imagine Aziraphale being scary, but he supposed that it would be easier at night, it sure seemed to be in movies.

"I did."

"Oh, no, I believe you, I'm just trying to imagine it," Crowley told him, the corner of his lips tipped up in an amused but fond smile.

"I can be scary if I want to be," Aziraphale insisted snootily.

Crowley nodded, still grinning, "Of course you can, sweetheart."

With hands on his hips, and tail tuft flicking, Aziraphale huffed, clicked his tongue, and rolled his eyes in response. Which, of course, made Crowley unable to stop himself from stepping to the side, and kissing Aziraphale's pouty lips until he was forgiven.

Crowley wasn't finished taking everything in when Aziraphale led him to the other room, but he went regardless, knowing he'd have another chance to look at the shelved collection later. More books sat in shelves against one wall of the bedroom, with more stacks of books beside the shelving, and the other seemed to have once had a timber bed pushed against it, a square window sat between the two, letting in daylight.

The bed was now almost unrecognisable as one, since only the frame remained, and it was not whole. The side against the wall seemed to be entirely gone, while the front beam had been broken in the middle to create a 'v' shape, and both the head and end had been reduced in size to make them shorter. It was clearly still used as a bed though, just lower to the ground and without a mattress. There was, however, a cosy looking nest of various materials of cloth, feathers, moss, and dried foliage making up the space where a mattress normally would be. The materials were higher on the sides, creating a clear indent in the middle where it seemed Aziraphale curled up and slept.

"Looks cosy," Crowley commented to an expectant looking Aziraphale.

It wasn't a lie either, it did give the impression of being relatively soft and comfortable, the entire cabin did, in fact. Draped over the bed end laid a soft looking, cream and brown coloured tartan blanket that was frayed at the edges, and looked as old as everything else. Small bouquets of dried lavender poked up around the edges of the nest giving the room an underlying gentle and soothing aroma. There were a lot of little touches, and it all gave a fairly homely feel to the place if Crowley was honest. The cabin was simple, safe, snug, it was Aziraphale all over. It was perfect.

"It is...but I think you should try it for yourself," Aziraphale recommended, sliding Crowley's bag off of his back and sitting it in front of the book shelves.

Crowley spun around to face Aziraphale, and his momentary confusion turned into understanding as Aziraphale stood on his clawed toes and put his arms around Crowley's neck, kissing him soundly. It wasn't long until Aziraphale pushed against him making them walk the couple of steps backwards to the bed, or more accurately, the nest.

"Gonna join me?" Crowley asked with a seductive grin, and arms wrapped securely around Aziraphale's middle.

"Like you even have to ask, my dear," Aziraphale replied, gripping and yanking at Crowley's shirt.

"So eager, Angel," Crowley remarked with a grin, and released his arms, helping the troll get his shirt over his head, after which it was carelessly tossed to the floor.

"I admit, I have thought about this more than a few times," Aziraphale confessed, hands gliding down Crowley's chest and stomach to his belt.

"In that case, I'm surprised you hadn't asked me to come here before."

"You never queried about it, I-I was afraid you might not want to."

"An oversight on my part, obviously," Crowley affirmed, getting quite turned on by how fast Aziraphale could remove his clothes, "I'm glad to be here with you now..."

"I'm glad you're here too, dear," Aziraphale concurred, eyes locked with Crowley's as he rocked Crowley's tight jeans off of his hips, and down his thighs.

The blood in his body sped south even quicker when Aziraphale dropped to his knees. Blue eyes seemed to deliberately catch on his half hard prick, a pink tongue darted out to lick over lips and teeth. It was difficult to swallow or even breathe when Aziraphale looked at him like that, and then those eyes darted back up to his own momentarily before dropping right down to his boots.

Before he could stop it, Crowley let out a whine, in a rather embarrassingly pathetic manner.

Aziraphale chuckled, "Now who's eager?" while his dextrous hands worked on the boot laces.

"You would be too if you could see yourself," Crowley told him, hands flexing by his sides.

"That so?"

Crowley nodded, chewing on his lip, gaze fixated on Aziraphale.

The next moment he was throwing his head back, "Holy-mmnff-fuck!" he gasped, knees wobbling.

Without warning Aziraphale had taken the entirety of his cock in his mouth, and then firmly dragged all the way back off.

"Patience is a virtue, you know," Aziraphale smirked, tapping Crowley's ankle to indicate him to lift up his foot.

Crowley obeyed, hand reaching out to the bed head for support, raising one leg then the other for Aziraphale to remove his shoes. The actions were repeated for his jeans to be shucked the rest of the way off too, leaving Crowley entirely naked bar the black snake tattoo coiled up on his ribs. Aziraphale had been fascinated by it the first time he'd seen it, asking all sorts of questions, touching it, playing with the skin to make it move. Now the novelty had worn off, but each time Crowley took his shirt off, he acknowledged the snake by stroking his pointer and middle fingers down the scaled body, as if it were a friend. When asked about it, Aziraphale had just smiled fondly, and simply said that it was a part of Crowley.

"Says the guy jumping me at every opportunity," Crowley quipped, lopsided smile in place as Aziraphale touched his ribs.

"This is the first complaint I've heard," Aziraphale stated primly.

"Who said I was complaining?" Crowley rebutted, eyebrows raised.

"Hmm."

Aziraphale kissed over Crowley's jutting hipbone, grazing his canines over the tender flesh, making the human shiver. Sharp nails indented the soft skin of Crowley's buttocks, holding him in place while the troll continued his kisses up the length of Crowley's cock. He went no further than that though, just pressing his lips back down again and over his balls next.

"Mmnn, don't tease, Aziraphale," Crowley implored, biting his lip, hands itching to get involved.

"What did we just establish about patience?"

"That it's not a virtue I currently have," he grumbled, grabbing Aziraphale's arms and pulling him to his feet.

Aziraphale clicked his tongue, "I wasn't finished down there."

"Well, maybe, I wanted to get started on you," Crowley pointed out, and gave him his best smoky bedroom eyes, "you're not the only one who's keen for a taste."

"Oh, well, um, if you insist, my dear," Aziraphale relented instantly, wetting his lips with his tongue.

"Thought that might be in your interest. Why don't you lie down, on your stomach, so I can take care of you…" Crowley suggested smoothly, hands running over the curves of Aziraphale's gorgeous body.

The troll scrambled to obey, giving a little yip when Crowley tapped his ass. Meanwhile, Crowley pulled his bag closer, just in case he needed the lube stashed in there, which he'd kept in the front pocket since the third or fourth time he'd visited Eden Forest. They hadn't needed it yet due to the amount of natural lubricant Aziraphale produced, but it always paid to be prepared.

Joining Aziraphale in the nest, he nudged the troll's legs apart and knelt between them. His hands wandered Aziraphale's body, up the backs of his thighs, over his plush ass, and along the stretch of his broad back. Leaning over Aziraphale, his cock brushing against the cleft of his ass, Crowley pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, and then bit him.

Aziraphale keened, hips bucking up against the cock behind him, making Crowley hiss from the friction. Eager to get on with it, Crowley left a trail of open mouthed kisses down Aziraphale's back, next to the line of fur along his spine, sparing a few kisses for the thick base of his tail too. His mouth followed the curve to the underside, and the thin end wrapped around Crowley's shoulder, falling down his back, the tuft on the end teasing his ass crack. The double curl just before the tuft slipped over his skin afterward as his tail slithered further down, and then the thinnest part of Aziraphale's tail that wasn't coiled, was sliding between his cheeks, just grazing his asshole.

Crowley faltered, a gasping, "Ah," left his mouth.

Resting his head on Aziraphale's hip a moment, Crowley allowed himself to enjoy the soft, solid drag of the short furred tail down his crack, and over his sweet spot. It was unlike anything he'd felt before, no cock or toy had the same texture or movement, it was fucking torturous, in the best way.

"Fucking hell, that feels so nice," he whined, hips rutting the air unbidden.

Then the tail was gone from his ass, curling around his hip instead, and Crowley opened eyes he hadn't realised he'd closed, and swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.

"That was awfully distracting of me, my apologies, please continue…" even with his head facing away, the smirk on his face was glaringly obvious from his tone.

"You, are a goddamn tease, Aziraphale," Crowley grunted before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of Aziraphale's buttock.

"Oo! So bitey."

"Can't help it, you're bloody delicious," Crowley divulged, and drew himself back. "On your hands and knees for me now…"

When his instruction was followed, Crowley moved in closer, caressing the backs of his thighs and then gripping the cheeks of his ass and parted them, exposing Aziraphale's tight, pink furl. There was no hesitation, Crowley started with licking a wet line from the bottom to the top, and didn't stop after that. He stroked his tongue over Aziraphale's hole, whirling it round the rim, lapping at it until Aziraphale relaxed enough to allow the tip of his tongue to poke through. Wiggling and twisting his tongue, Crowley gained more and more access, until he couldn't physically go any further.

Aziraphale had his claws buried in moss, tail flicking erratically across Crowley's back, while a constant stream of whimpering mewls flowed from his mouth. Crowley was making an absolute meal out of him, and he was a sopping wet mess back there, just like Crowley knew he'd be in the front too. Fuck, if only he could eat him out and suck him off at the same time.

He pulled back a moment to admire his work, and lap up some excess saliva, his cock begging for attention between his legs, but he ignored it for now, more interested in making a bigger mess of Aziraphale than he already had. Before he had a chance to get back into it though, he heard his name in a needy rasp.

"Crowley…"

"Mm?"

Aziraphale craned his neck around, not just his cheeks, but his entire face flushed, "I-I want you inside me…" he requested, taking a few breaths he clarified, "not just with your tongue, or-or fingers…make love to me, please?"

Sitting up properly, Crowley let the long tail fall naturally from around his shoulders, "You want…you're sure?" they hadn't gone that far before.

"Yes. Please, Crowley," Aziraphale's eyes went big and round, as he rolled over onto his back, displaying the throbbing wet mess of just how much he was enjoying himself, "claim me, mark me as your mate, only yours," he pleaded, tail tuft tickling up Crowley's thigh and flat stomach.

That should possibly have scared Crowley, who didn't let people get close to him, didn't have meaningful relationships, and certainly didn't sleep with the same person more than a handful of times. It had been a few years since he'd had a consistent string of lovers though, not as concerned with it as he'd gotten older, but then he'd met Aziraphale. Not once had it crossed Crowley's mind to stop seeing the troll, in fact it was quite the opposite, counting down the days til they could see each other again. He had never craved spending time with someone before, never had someone on his mind every hour of the day, never wanted to be someone's one and only, nor them his. Aziraphale was different, made him different, made him want the things he never had before, it was as if he'd never been interested before because he'd always been waiting for…this, him.

Pulling his tail away, Aziraphale spoke his name again, "Crowley…?" he sounded timid that time, uncertain.

Gazing directly into familiar, hopeful blue, Crowley pledged sincerely, and without fear, "You are mine, Angel…and I'm yours."

The knowledge and weight of the moment seemed to make him lighter, happier, as if a dark, heavy cloud had been removed from overhead, one that he hadn't known had been there all that time.

Aziraphale's mouth crashed into his, long canines pressing firmly into his lips, and they kissed passionately for long minutes. Their bodies came together in the same manner, arms and tail holding them to each other, cocks sliding easily, until they were panting into the other's mouth.

"Show me…" Aziraphale murmured eagerly against Crowley's lips.

The troll laid right back, and offered himself to Crowley, legs spread, knees slightly bent, tail caressing Crowley's hip, beckoning him closer, to claim what was his. What a fucking sight he was, cheeks almost as flushed as his drenched cock, bright eyes hooded and leering, lips kissed red and a bit swollen against the off white of his teeth.

"Mhm, yeah," Crowley breathed, licking his lips.

It took him another couple of seconds to tear his gaze away from the maddeningly lustful scene in front of him, and shuffle over enough to get the little tube from his bag.

"What're you doing?" Aziraphale inquired, watching him coat his fingers with the slick substance.

"I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart," Crowley responded, followed by a groan as he made sure his cock was properly covered in lube too, "need to make sure everything is all slippery."

After putting the lube away, Crowley moved in closer, leaning in to kiss Aziraphale's tummy, and up his torso, catching a nipple in his mouth at the same time he pushed the first finger into Aziraphale's entrance. The troll groaned as it glided in easily, his tongue having paved the way earlier, and after a few pumps he thought he could likely add a second one.

Two fingers were a slower affair, pushing them in just a little bit more…and more, until they were all the way in. Crowley had kissed Aziraphale through it, wanting him to relax and enjoy himself. In no time at all, he had the troll from grunts to pleasured moans, especially when he was really able to get some motion going.

When Aziraphale started rocking his hips, trying to fuck himself on Crowley's fingers was when the troll also started pleading.

"Surely that's enough, Crowley, ah-p-please. I need to…uh-uhn…feel you inside me."

His belly fur was an utter mess, his needy cock having drooled all over his tummy, and Crowley was momentarily torn between wanting to clean him up with his tongue, and needing to fill him with his cock. Both were tantalising, but in the end there was a clear winner.

Aziraphale hooked his legs around Crowley's narrow waist, tail off to the side, as Crowley drew him in closer, slipping his cockhead between plush cheeks and rubbing it against the furled skin where his fingers had been a minute before.

"Aziraphale…" he started, about to encourage him to relax, but the troll didn't need to be told.

His cockhead pushed through the tight muscle, and they both gasped. How Crowley was going to stave off a premature orgasm was beyond him. Aziraphale felt so hot, and slick, and tight around him, and it only got better and better the further he was able to bury himself in the body beneath him.

"Fuuccck," he uttered breathlessly as he bottomed out, fingers digging into Aziraphale's strong thighs.

"G-Gosh, I…oh, I feel so full," Aziraphale spoke up.

"Are you okay?" Crowley asked, attempting to swallow, and stay still.

Aziraphale nodded, a little bead of sweat dripping off of his forehead, "That was, uh, not a complaint."

"Oh, good," Crowley sighed in relief, "tell me when you're ready for me to move."

"When-" he took a breath, "whenever you're ready…my dear," when Crowley raised his eyebrows he added, "I'm not fragile."

Taking him at his word, Crowley slowly pulled back a little, only to push back in, then did it again and again until he was able to thrust into him with ease. Aziraphale looked absolutely stunning under him, took him so well, felt fucking amazing. Crowley could hardly believe it wasn't some wine and lust induced fantasy, and he was actually alone in his bed at home, fucking his fist, or grinding into a pillow – wouldn't be the first time. All of his senses told him that he was there in the moment though.

Of course sight was the big giveaway. Aziraphale was right there in front of him, flushed, coated in a light sheen of sweat, leaking cock bobbing between them, mouth agape a little, chest rising and falling rapidly with each breathy moan. What a stunning sight he was, and he was all Crowley's.

A pink tongue poked out between bitten lips, and then disappeared again, but Crowley saw it, and chased it. He had to adjust his position and pace, but it was worth it to taste Aziraphale, slip his tongue between lips and teeth, and to caress Aziraphale's, coaxing it into his own mouth to suck on it. He could still taste the heady tang on the back of his tongue from earlier too, and the more he recalled having his tongue as far into Aziraphale's asshole as possible, just like his cock was at that moment, the more difficult it was to hold on to control.

Unsurprisingly, Aziraphale's hand found it's way into Crowley's hair, keeping their heads close, which effectively kept their entire bodies close together. Crowley's thrusts became shorter, but deeper as he lifted Aziraphale's legs higher around him, eliciting louder, lustier moans and cries directly into Crowley's ears. The sounds of Aziraphale getting well fucked, and knowing that Crowley was the one doing it, the only one allowed to do it, spurred him on something fierce.

Slipping a hand between their bodies, Crowley wrapped his fingers around Aziraphale's slick, velvety cock, and just that had Aziraphale sounding wanton, his fingers grasping harder in Crowley's hair, and body shuddering.

"C-C-Crowley…" he choked, using his strong legs to pull himself harder on Crowley's cock.

"That's…fuck," Crowley started moving his hand, stroking the hot member between them, "that's it, wanna feel you come…come on my cock."

Even Aziraphale's tail had wrapped around his back and chest, holding onto Crowley with everything he could. The soft fur on his bare skin was a different kind of stimulation, one Crowley certainly enjoyed.

"Uhn, oh, oh, Crow-l-ley!" Aziraphale's cry was so tumultuous that it probably counted as a pleasured scream; his lover was a loud one.

He felt the hot wetness of Aziraphale's come over his hand and stomach when he climaxed. Aziraphale's body bucked and arched under him, and fingers clutched at him, nails scratching his back in a feverish manner that was sure to leave long red marks.

"Ngk, Angel!" he groaned breathlessly at all of the simultaneous sensations, especially the way Aziraphale's body tightened around his cock, "yes, fuck, Az-Aziraphale!

A few more powerful thrusts and Crowley came, tumbling into bliss with him, burying himself deep, and grinding against his ass until the flames in his groin were tampered down, and he could begin to breathe again.

He held himself up, giving Aziraphale time to recover before he moved, until his arms shook with the strain.

"'Ziraphale, need you to…let go," he panted, trying to loosen his grip.

Finally Aziraphale let his legs drop from Crowley's waist, and untangled the hand in his hair, allowing the human to pull away, only to collapse on his back next to him in the nest, chest expanding and deflating with his heavy breaths. They stayed that way for a few minutes, Crowley's clean hand found one of Aziraphale's, eventually bringing it up to his mouth to kiss the back of it.

"Wow," came a hoarse voice from next to him.

"Yeah…" Crowley agreed, "don't think 'wow' quite covers it though."

"Mmm," Aziraphale concurred, sounding sleepy.

Pulling himself together a little, Crowley sat up, trying to blink the heavy brain fog away.

"Don't go," Aziraphale pleaded, reaching out for him.

"Not going anywhere, don't worry, Angel," Crowley assured him sweetly, "I just need to get something to clean up with."

From seemingly nowhere, Aziraphale handed him a piece of material that might have once been a towel, "Oh, great, thanks," he said taking the cloth, and turned to pull his water bottle from it's netted slot in the side of his bag.

"Oh! Oh, Crowley, I'm so sorry!" the troll suddenly burst out.

Crowley spun back to face him, concern flooding his chest, "Huh? For what?"

"Your…your back," Aziraphale told him guiltily "I must've gotten carried away and…oh, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, hey," Crowley sat the cloth and bottle between his legs, and caressed Aziraphale's cheek, "I already know you scratched up my back…is it bleeding?"

"N-no," he answered in a small voice.

Crowley shrugged, "Then it's fine, don't worry about it, was kinda hot to be honest."

"Oh."

"Yeah, my bedroom interests are not exactly vanilla," Crowley admitted, picking up the water bottle and wetting the cloth a little, "you could choke me with your tail during sex, and I'd probably come."

Aziraphale's eyebrows rose, "Noted."

"Not that I'm expecting you to do that, you do what you're comfortable with," Crowley reassured him, followed by a kiss to his cheek, "now, we'd better clean you up, so we can get to the cuddling part."

A few minutes later, they were both as clean as they could be without going to the river to bathe, and cozied up together in the comfort of the nest. Crowley had ended up on his back with Aziraphale draped over his chest, and a leg, plus tail, wrapped around his lower half.

A light rumble was emitting from the troll, even as he appeared to fall asleep, head on Crowley's chest, and it suddenly occurred to the human that Aziraphale was purring, or at least the troll equivalent of it. Crowley closed his eyes and just listened to the soft thrum, finding the noise soothing, and really freaking adorable. In a sleepy haze he thought that it wasn't fair that this being was so cute, so perfect, how was he not supposed to fall in love with him?

The room smelt of nature, sex, lavender, and Aziraphale, and the last thing that went through Crowley's mind before sleep finally caught him and he drifted off was that he could get used to that, wanted to even.

It felt like moments, yet also days, had past when Crowley blinked awake again. Groggily he groped around for his jeans on the ground trying to not disturb Aziraphale, who was sleeping over half of his chest, but no longer purring.

Upon snagging his jeans, Crowley slipped his phone out of his pocket and checked the time.

"Shit!" he cried, staring at the screen.

"What's wrong?" Aziraphale inquired drowsily.

"We fell asleep, and now it's late, it'll be dark soon," he fretted, worried about trekking through the forest in the dark.

"Oh dear, well, um…you could, er, stay here with me tonight, if you like…" Aziraphale suggested shyly, his claws playing with the small cluster of auburn hair on Crowley's chest, "it would be quite lovely if you did, in fact," he added, tone turning hopeful.

Crowley mulled over his options, and acknowledged to himself that staying with Aziraphale did make the most sense. He didn't have work the next day, nor any obligations besides a colleagues birthday dinner, which he secretly didn't want to go to anyway. Why go getting lost in the forest in the dark for no reason when he could spend the night cuddling with his troll, maybe hear him purr again.

"That would be perfect, thank you, Angel," Crowley accepted, kissing Aziraphale's cheek, then turning his phone off to conserve the battery for the following day.

"Oh, lovely!" Aziraphale exclaimed with a broad grin, "How do you feel about fish for dinner?"

"Uh, yeah, sure…" he agreed, hoping that he didn't mean raw fish.

"Good," Aziraphale sat up stretching, "we'd better get a move on then, we've got fish to catch."

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The inspiration art in this chapter was: images DOT