Aziraphale tugged his ring finger, seldom twisting that lovely, silver wedding band at times and when he found himself doing so, he stopped, only for him to do it again. He let out a long exhale, tried to steady his shoulders and put on his best customer service smile. "Erm, £15, please." He smiled through the pain.
The woman nodded and handed him the dirty sin of exchanging profit for a good work of literature. "Don't come again, please." he muttered under his breath.
"Excuse me?"
Aziraphale gave the best fake smile possible. "I said, do come again, please."
"Oh, thank you. I will." She walked out.
The angel groaned and placed the money inside his vintage register. "You own a bookstore. You must sell books." He hyped himself, not at all convincing.
Unfortunately for the angel, the street was having its first annual shopping festival where everyone from Whickber Street was either having a sale, free samples, and anything in between to attract more business. Aziraphale wanted to protest at first when he saw the notice at his door of the previous meeting where it had the information written, in bold letter no less, regarding the time and date of the damn thing. The angel was keen on never selling his collection and so, it was by a little miracle all his precious, most prized books somehow ended up in the basement where no one could see, smell, touch, or, most importantly, buy them. But, alas, he had to sell something.
"How much for this one?"
Aziraphale gulped and shook his head. "You-" he noticed the man's grimy fingers, did he just come from the coffee shop across the street? "£10."
"£10?" The man flipped through it. "Give you £6."
"I say, my dear fellow, all prices are set. We do not barter here. £10 and that's final."
The man clicked his tongue. "Got change for a £50?"
Aziraphale huffed and, annoyingly, took the bill.
Meanwhile, the door swung open as the CO in A.Z. Fell and CO rushed inside. "Angel." Crowley banged the register's table.
"Hey, mate, get in line."
"I live here." Crowley growled. "Angel."
The man ignored as he held out his hand for his change. "Small bills."
Aziraphale gave another fake smile. "Of course."
"Angel."
"A little busy, love."
Crowley snapped his fingers towards the window and shook his head, quite enthusiastically if one may add. "I was talking to Ms. Sandwich and-"
"Here you are."
"...apparently, I mean, who's to say she is right but-"
"You got nothing lower than a £10?"
"...the last time was maybe five years ago. I don't really remember-"
"You got any coins?"
"...the point is, Angel, tonight I want to top."
"Coins?" Aziraphale rolled his eyes. "On top of what, darling?"
"I like jingle when I walk."
"Jingle?"
"You. On top of you. I want to top tonight."
The room felt silent as all would-be shoppers turned to face the nonchalant demon while Aziraphale shoved the money into the man's hand. "Cheers." The man raised his newly purchased book and winked.
Aziraphale took Crowley's arm and escorted him to the back. "Erm," he cleared his throat, "remember, all novellas are only £10." He shoved the demon Inside his office. "Crowley!"
"What do you say?" Crowley sniffed.
Aziraphale closed the door behind him. "To what?"
Crowley smiled as he removed his glasses. "Me topping? I want to."
"Darling," Aziraphale bit his lip, "why all of a sudden-"
Crowley crossed his arms and leaned on the desk. "We've been married for seven years, fucking for eleven and can you honestly tell me how many times I've fucked you?"
Aziraphale shrugged.
"I can think of four, no, three times."
Aziraphale let out a deep breath and gave a sly smile. "I don't hear you complaining and if you want me to change something about -"
Crowley wagged his finger. "No. No. I am, ngk…I would never complain about how good you fuck me, nor will I ever apologize for loving your cock inside me." He puffed air through the corner of his mouth. "But why is that?"
"Wha-why is what?"
Crowley pointed his finger between the two. "How did it progress to you always being the one who tells me what to do, taking charge of everything, and…and…"
"Quite frankly, my pet," he clicked his tongue, "you seem to enjoy being told what to do. Especially when I hurt you a little."
Crowley pondered for a second. "I want to do it tonight." He was nothing but determined. "I want to take charge! I get to tell you how to suck me, how I am going to fuck you, and all that good stuff. Plus, I get to pleasure you for a change."
Aziraphale glided near the demon and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "My darling love, who says I don't get pleasure? I get plenty of pleasure just by seeing your adorable face as you come, by your beautiful sounds." He wrapped his arms around Crowley's neck and pulled him close. "The way you say my name as if you're praying." He kissed him again, breaths mingling together. "Your warm skin against me. Your little mouth around my cock."
Crowley licked his lips.
"Oh, there's my husband's perfect cock." Aziraphale chuckled as Crowley's pants began to constrict. "If you're this determined then I can't wait to have this inside me tonight." He palmed the demon's bulge.
"Ye-yea?"
"Yes, and I'm sure you will have me begging to let you fuck me again and again." He smirked as he put pressure on his hand, slowly moving it, making the demon melt. "And I'll-" he trailed the demon's sharp jaw with tender, butterfly kisses, "-be a naughty angel for you. You'd like that? You want to come inside me tonight, pet?"
Crowley growled, leaning back onto the desk, taking the angel with him. "I want to come inside you." He nodded all too eagerly. "Please let me come inside you." He purred until, "Angel." He narrowed his eyes. "You're…you took charge again!"
Aziraphale scrunched his nose. "Oh, darling, it's not my fault you are so obedient." He patted Crowley's chest.
Crowley let his mouth hang open as he stammered. "Ju-just you wait. I'll fuck you so good tonight, you won't even think about your past sexual partners."
"Darling, you're the only one I've ever slept with."
"Ex-exactly! Past me is a bloody, useless wanker and what about Bilbad the Shuhite? You said you liked fucking him."
"Still you, my love." Aziraphale smiled and gave the demon another quick kiss. "Can't wait for tonight," he straighten and went for the door, "make sure to get lube because we are out."
"Why? I can just mira-"
"Ah, ah. You know the rules." He wagged his finger. "No miracles during sex."
Crowley mentally ran over the list once more. Candles? Check. Fluffy pillows? Check. The warmest comforter? Check. Lube? Two tubes, thank you. Perfect, if he did say so however, "How does that bastard do it?" He pursed his lips because, to him, it was a mystery. How did the angel manage to casually have sex with him as if it was another task of the day? It was always spontaneous, one minute they were talking about another show Crowley started to binge watch, and the next minute, the demon had come all over the astrology section of the shop. Always taking charge, that tempting angel, well, not tonight.
"Well, at least I got rid of Kipling's work." Aziraphale walked into their bedroom. "Ugh," he removed his coat, "someone had the gall to suggest selling something called Funko pops, albums, snacks, and other nonsensical items." He kissed the demon's cheek. "Can you imagine?" He sat at the edge of the bed.
Crowley licked his lips. "Angel."
"No. Book shops are for books. If they want those other useless items they can go to the shopping center. Tsk."
"Angel." The demon tried again. "Sex?"
Aziraphale was baffled for a brief second. "Oh! Right, right. Apologies, my love." He stared at the demon, letting an awkward silence pass them.
Crowley grunted and towered over the angel, awkwardly pushing him onto the bed. "Erm…" Definitely not how it was planned. "Wait." He stood straight.
Aziraphale laid on the bed, an amused smile as Crowley took a step back. "Gi-give me a second." He looked around the room.
"Take your time, pet."
"Ah," he pointed towards the dresser, "handcuffs." He smirked, walking to retrieve them and going back to his husband. He was about to ask the angel to scoot up and bind him until, "I should get you hard first, shouldn't I?"
"Probably for the best."
Crowley bit his lip. "Li-listen," he blushed, "I know…I know how to-to…sex. I'm n-n-not stupid."
"I never said you were."
"But, err…"
Aziraphale sat up and pulled the demon towards him by his snake belt. "I'm that innocent angel you met at the Garden of Eden, and you are but a wily serpent of a demon. I am at your mercy." He encouraged his bashful husband as he began to unbuckle his belt. He gave the demon a sly smile and a wink.
Crowley cleared his throat. "He-hey, angel. You, ngk, saw that, erm, thing Adam and," he sniffed, "Eve did?"
"I heard it actually."
"Heard it?"
The angel slowly nodded. "Yes. I had to look away, give them privacy, you know, but I did hear them."
Crowley smirked and placed his hands on his angel's shoulder. "Really? Aren't you curious?"
"I am."
"I can, erm, show you what I saw. I mean, if-if you're that curious."
"Can you?" Aziraphale raised his brow.
"Yes." His breath was shaky. "Angel?"
"Hmm?"
"Suck my cock?"
Aziraphale pouted playfully. "Are you asking me or telling me?"
Crowley continued to unbuckle his belt, letting his pants and boxers come down to his ankles. "Aziraphale, my angel, my husband…I want you to suck my cock, and afterwards, you're going to let me fuck you until I say I'm done."
"... and I told him to go elsewhere." Aziraphale sipped his tea and huffed back into his seat.
Ms. Sandwich raised her brow as Nina crossed her arms and placed her elbows on the table. "Did he mean like Barnes and Noble?"
The angel cocked his head to the side. "I have no idea what that is."
Crowley let out a bored breath.
"Oh, there you are Mr. Fell." Maggie greeted. "The record you ordered came in."
"Ah." Aziraphale beamed as he stood. "Coming, dear?"
Crowley shook his head and once Maggie and the angel were out of earshot and out of the coffee shop, Ms. Sandwich could not help herself. "So? Lad? Don't leave us hanging? Did you?"
"I told you yesterday," the demon leaned forward, "mine and Aziraphale's…my husband's sex life is none of your business."
"I could tell that little husband of yours was a freak in bed. Always the goody good ones."
Ms. Sandwich grinned. "Couldn't do it, could you lad?"
Crowley's eyes went to the record shop across the street where he spotted his darling husband entering the shop. "What can I say?" He turned to the women before him. "I rather be fucked than do the fucking."