Aziraphale hardly ever napped, it was Crowley that enjoyed a good snooze, but then he supposed as he gazed at his love that coming thrice in a short amount of time would take it out of anyone. It seemed logical that the flowers were to blame for Aziraphale's skyrocketed libido, and Crowley hoped that it was out of his system now, though there was no telling how long the effects might last.
While Aziraphale slept soundly, purring occasionally, Crowley untangled himself and quietly crept out of the cabin to wash out the soiled cloths in the river, hanging them on some thin branches to dry. Passing by a thicket of berry bushes on the return, he also collected a little bowl full for them to share when Aziraphale woke up, he knew his love would be hungry. Especially since they'd fucked through lunch, and would need a snack to tide them over while they sorted out dinner.
Once back inside their cabin, Crowley sat down the bowl of berries onto the small wooden table, depositing the book that Aziraphale had left outside next to it. Double pointed ears twitching, Crowley turned his head toward the bedroom, hearing some kind of noise coming from that direction. After retrieving a few berries and popping them into his mouth, Crowley went to investigate.
It became apparent just what the sounds were the moment that Crowley stepped into the doorway, "Aziraphale, what're you-oh!"
"Crowley!" Aziraphale immediately stilled, going an even deeper red on his already ruddy cheeks, "Crowley, I-I, uh, er…"
Aziraphale was on his knees in their nest, a pillow, Crowley's pillow tucked tightly between his legs, his cock was hard again, deeply flushed and leaking where it was firmly planted against the mound of pillow. It was as if he'd only just realised what he was doing when Crowley had disturbed him, gaze glazed over with lust again, it seemed that the flower's influence had not cleared his system yet. Crowley was sure that Aziraphale must be feeling many different ways about the experience, and would more so later, but apart from the overactive libido he seemed perfectly well, so Crowley wasn't too worried about it, and it certainly wasn't a hardship for him to engage in multiple sexual acts with the love of his life in one day.
"Don't stop on my account, Angel…" Crowley encouraged with a toothy grin.
"Oh?" it came out with an aroused breathiness, blue eyes blinking at him.
"Let me watch, yeah?" Crowley requested, already half hard just from walking in on such a raunchy scene. He couldn't even bring himself to care that he pillow was likely going to be ruined, not when Aziraphale looked like that rubbing himself off on it.
"O-okay," Az nodded, and started back up slowly moving his hips, grasp tight on each end of the pillow.
Leaning against the door frame, Crowley ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back behind his horns, and then slipped it down his chest to his own cock, wrapping five fingers around the shaft. Eyes trained on his love, it was easy to stroke himself in time with each of Aziraphale's thrusts against his pillow, to imagine how it felt, to be driven on by the sounds and facial expressions Aziraphale made.
"Fuck, this is so hot," he grunted out.
"Uhnn, Crowley," Aziraphale whimpered on a particularly rough thrust.
"Ngk," Crowley's hand stuttered in it's stroke, "that's it, Angel, keep going for me, wanna see you spill all over that pillow."
Hips moving faster, eyelids fluttering, Aziraphale started to tremble, claws digging into the soft cushioning with a groan. Biting his lip sharply, Aziraphale visibly fell apart, "I'mmmmnnn…ughnn!" his release instantly spread across the material underneath him.
Crowley expected to see him go soft as he slumped a little in the nest, but Aziraphale remained hard, ready to go again. Before he knew it, his love was up out of their nest and in front of him, batting his hand away from his cock, leaving him incredibly horny and desperate to come.
"Nghhh, 'Ziraphale!" he whined.
The next moment he was being pushed out of the doorway and toward the couch, Crowley noticed as he was being manoeuvred that there was come splattered on his lover's hand. Clutching Aziraphale's hand in his, Crowley brought it to his mouth as his legs hit the arm of the couch, licking the come from Aziraphale's palm. Blue eyes like pools filled with lust watched him intently, and once he was done, his mouth was claimed, rough and needy, ploughing in his tongue through Crowley's lips to taste himself there. Moaning into Aziraphale's mouth, Crowley pulled him close, wanting desperately to find some friction for his aching cock, but instead he was pushed back.
Confused, a wounded, needy noise broke out from Crowley's throat as he searched for Aziraphale's eyes. There wasn't time to find them though, suddenly he was being twirled around, pushed over the couch, and manhandled into a position that Aziraphale was happy with.
"C-Crowley, I have to…I need to…" Aziraphale trailed off sounding completely consumed by desire once more.
He didn't need to finish his sentences though, Crowley knew exactly what he needed already, even before a tail coiled around his leg, claws dug into hips, and the velvety, wet tip of Aziraphale's cock slipped between his cheeks and rubbed against hole.
"Mmnn, ngk…yes, yes, fuck me!" Crowley cried, damn near demanding it at that point.
All of the air left his lungs as Aziraphale didn't even hesitate to push his slick cockhead through Crowley's tight rim, and kept going inch after inch until he bottomed out entirely. Unintelligible words and sounds left Crowley's mouth when he could breathe again, nails scratching at the couch for purchase while Aziraphale slipped his hands from Crowley's hips down his thighs. Strong hands pulled up Crowley's legs, and gripped him by the ankles, holding him spread open, his knees knocking against the side of the couch.
Wrapping his tail around Aziraphale's waist, Crowley pushed himself right back until his buttocks were smooshed against Aziraphale's pelvis, making him go as deep inside as possible. They both groaned, the action encouraging his lover to move again, fingers tightening around Crowley's ankles, holding Crowley in place while he pulled back a little and pushed back in. Crowley thought he was going to start slow, but he was proven wrong when the next thrust had far more power to it, making his cock bob in the space between himself and the couch.
"Yes, like that," Crowley groaned, pushing his long hair out of his eyes and fisting his hands.
A glance over his shoulder left his cock throbbing with the searing hot image of his love, lust drunk, pushing his cock between Crowley's cheeks over and over, while his legs were held in place. The need to come was becoming overwhelming, and Aziraphale kept just ghosting over his prostate making him quiver and try in vain to shift his hips for a more precise angle.
"Ah, ah, Cr-Crowley," Aziraphale moaned, his tail mindlessly sweeping up Crowley's back, the pale tuft tickling his neck.
"Hnnn," Crowley couldn't take it anymore, he had to touch himself.
One hand reached down the couch cushions to find the space where his cock was hanging, dripping, pulsing untouched, but before he could put flesh to flesh, his hand was batted away again by the wandering tail.
"Aziraphale! Please…" he whimpered, only to let out a choked gasp moments later as he felt Aziraphale's tail curl around his cock and squeeze, "Ngggkk!"
While his lover's tail stroked his cock, hands adjusted his legs, and Aziraphale's thrusts sped up and hit deeper, properly grazing over his prostate now. His own tail tightened around Aziraphale's waist, the end flicking about, thumping against his ass, tuft going lower between his thighs.
"Ah, mmmnn, oh-uh…" Aziraphale let out a string of wanton sounds, hips going erratic as he fucked Crowley.
"God, more, a little more…just need…fuck!" Crowley shouted in pleasure as Aziraphale rolled his hips up and slammed into that brilliant bundle of nerves, tipping Crowley over the edge, body going taut while Aziraphale jerked him through his orgasm.
Moments later Aziraphale's movements faltered and he ground his pelvis against Crowley's ass, filling him up with a loud, satisfied moaned. He promptly allowed Crowley's legs down and slumped over Crowley's back right after he was finished, still buried inside of him. Crowley could feel his hot breath on his skin, the tickle of his hair against the fur down his spine, the sated swish of his tail tuft against his thigh.
"You okay, Angel?" Crowley asked after swallowing the drool that had been pooling in his mouth.
"Y-yes…but I should be asking you that, dearest," Aziraphale replied, sounding like he was fretting a little.
"I am great," Crowley announced, feeling rather sated, and like it was time for his nap, "you sound more like you…"
"Um, I think it's over, I don't feel a burning insatiable desire bubbling underneath the surface anymore," Aziraphale informed him, beginning to push himself up off of Crowley.
"Good to know," Crowley yawned, stretching as he was allowed to be upright again.
"Oh," Aziraphale sniffed the air, stomach audibly grumbling, "blueberries! Did you pick some while I was asleep?"
"Yeah, figured you'd be hungry when you woke up," Crowley told him, then grinned, "and I was right too, just wrong about which hunger it would be."
Aziraphale cleared his throat, "Yes, well, I've certainly learnt my lesson about those flowers, I will be steering clear of them from now on."
"Aw, it wasn't that bad, our little sex marathon was fun," Crowley said cheerfully, his tail seeking out Aziraphale's and coiling around it.
"I'm glad that you enjoyed yourself, my dear, and yes, the sex was fantastic as always, but it wasn't entirely fun feeling like I didn't have control over my body, or my, ahem, urges," Aziraphale countered.
"Sorry, of course not," Crowley dialled it down a bit, remembering that his love would be having various feelings about the experience, "…you, um, don't regret any of it, do you?" he asked slightly concerned.
"Oh, no, no, dear," Aziraphale assured him, "well, I mean I regret eating the flowers, and that I ruined your pillow, but not anything to do with us, I promise."
"Okay, good," Crowley sighed in relief, "and, er, if you need to talk about it more, you know you can."
A loving smile bloomed on Aziraphale's face, and he leaned in to kiss Crowley's cheek, "Thank you. You are a wonderful mate, Crowley," he declared as he started toward the table, obviously going for the berries, "oh, and you brought my book inside! Gosh, I am lucky to have you," he reiterated before popping a handful of berries into his mouth.
A light flush spread across Crowley's cheeks as Aziraphale's tail brushed under his chin, and he followed it back to the source, wrapping his arms around Aziraphale from the back and nuzzling into his neck, before pressing a few kisses there. Crowley had no doubt as Aziraphale fed him some blueberries over his shoulder that he was in fact the lucky one, and had been since the day they'd met.