Hey guys, I come baring more Trolls for our souls! The next installment of this series will be in December and also as a part of my Under the Mistletoe 2024 collection.
A huge and eternal thank you to SmutKeeper for gracing us with their fine art. Heres a link to view it: archiveofourown DOT org/series/4113961
I am absolutely thrilled to continue writing for this pair, they have a space in my heart forever, and I truly hope that you are all still enjoying reading about their lives together as much as I am writing it. It's so much fun to explore the world that has been built, their relationship, and the characters as individuals. I'm quite excited about this one, hope you all like it too, let me know if you did, much love xox
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Crowley climbed along a thick sturdy tree branch, then leapt from it to an adjacent one protruding from the next tree in front of him. A material bag was slung over his shoulder, crossing his reddish brown furred chest diagonally as he moved, long tail helping him to balance. The bag was half full of ripe, red and yellow skinned apples; the precise reason that they had wandered so far from their home that day.
Of course Crowley had been lamenting, not complaining, that he missed apples, it had been so long since he'd had one. They were one of his favourite fruits after all. And so Aziraphale, the wonderful partner that he was, had sought to placate Crowley's desires by taking him to the part of the forest that was abundant with fruiting apple trees.
With the intension to be home by dusk, they'd had to leave at dawn since it was a fair walk into the heart of the forest. On the way Aziraphale had told Crowley about all of the things that they could do with the apples food preparation wise, and Crowley's mouth had watered at the thought of apples included in their meals for the next week or so.
Crowley was glad for the stamina that he had both gained and built up since his transformation into a troll, because it was a long walk. At one time he'd thought that the trip from Eden Forest car park to their cabin was lengthy, but once he'd started truly traipsing around the forest with Aziraphale, he'd quickly become aware that it was nothing compared to the vast amount of forest surrounding them. He estimated that it would likely take a good two days to walk from one end to the other, not that he'd ever been to the other side of the forest, or even close to it, but he'd seen the map a couple of times, and took a good guess from what he remembered of that, and Aziraphale's own recounts.
As soon as Crowley had spotted the first apple tree, he had slipped his hand from Aziraphale's and run to it on all fours.
"Apples!"
"Yes, dear, that is why we're here after all," Aziraphale had responded fondly, following him still at walking pace on two legs.
Crowley had plucked a perfect, blushing apple from the tree and immediately bitten into it, sweet juice splashing on his chin. Amber eyes closed, and a moan to rival one of Aziraphale's escaped his throat as he chewed the white flesh.
"You were right," he'd said upon swallowing, "best apple I've ever tasted."
"And already making a mess of yourself," Aziraphale had tutted.
He'd walked up to Crowley then, put his hands on either side of his cheeks and lapped up the juice on Crowley's chin with little flicks of his tongue. Crowley was flushed, eyes wide when Aziraphale had stepped back.
"Mmm, seems they are especially tasty this year," the bastard had smirked, rubbing his tail along Crowley's thigh.
"Want another taste, Angel?"
Crowley bit off another piece of apple, and held it between his front teeth, bracketed by his elongated canines, juices making his lips glisten, luring his love back into him. It worked too, their mouths had collided within seconds, the crisp piece of apple snapping in half and going between them. Lips licked and sucked clean, Crowley was breathless when Aziraphale pulled away again, tongue dragging over his own lips.
"Right," Aziraphale cleared his throat, "let's get on with the task at hand then."
"B-but…I…ngk," Crowley gawked, ears tilting sideways a bit, he'd been entirely ready for a little rough and tumble under the apple tree after that display.
"Perhaps later, darling, we are here to collect apples after all, and you'll be disappointed if we leave without a decent supply."
Just because he'd conceded didn't mean that he did it gracefully, but Aziraphale had merely rolled his eyes at him and double tapped his bare bottom to get him moving.
They'd gotten a little separated after a while, Crowley taking to climbing up into the trees, while Aziraphale picked the lower hanging fruit. He could still smell his love's scent mixed in the with sweetness of the apples, which meant that he hadn't gone too far, Crowley had just lost sight of him on the ground through the branches, that was all. Nothing to be worried about.
Suddenly Crowley stopped, double pointed ears twitching, he could hear something…voices. It wasn't strange for Aziraphale to talk to himself, but another voice floated on the breeze along with his love's. Unable to make them out very well, he followed the sounds, moving along the branches stealthily, like a monkey, tail out for balance, not wanting to give himself away if there was danger.
The voices became clearer, and Crowley could finally ascertain that a distinctly more feminine voice accompanied Aziraphale's, they both sounded cheerful, but Crowley stayed hidden regardless. Finally he came to a tree that appeared to be almost on top of the pair, and he swapped branches until he could see his love through the barriers of leaves and apples.
Oh! Crowley had found Aziraphale alright, and it seemed like Aziraphale had found someone too, another troll. She was about Aziraphale's height, maybe a touch shorter, with wavy blonde hair down to her bottom, and complementing golden fur that covered the tops of her ample breasts and went down the core of her body in a narrower line than theirs. Her ears each came to one tall point, and toward the end of her long, thin tail she sported a single coil before a golden tuft, similar to Aziraphale's double curl.
Hanging his bag on a strong piece of branch, Crowley straddled the thick wood and watched the scene below, pushing his long auburn locks back behind his bent, black horns. He could make out their voices much better now, catching a majority of what they said to each other, even with Aziraphale facing mostly away from him. They were talking about food, because of course his love would be talking about food, he'd surely be going on about his book collection to her next.
How interesting that they finally found another troll, Aziraphale had been in Eden Forest alone for well over two centuries, and now there were three of them. It was sure to be exciting for Aziraphale, and Crowley was certain that he had all kinds of questions to ask her. He probably wanted to make friends, and invite her over for dinner if she didn't live too far away, which didn't really bother Crowley, he had a feeling that Aziraphale would be a wonderful host, and he was certainly entitled to friends.
However, as he watched, Crowley quickly begun to notice things, like the way the other troll was pushing her chest out, and fluttering her eyelashes, and standing entirely too close. Nope, he didn't like that.
Trying to give her the benefit of the doubt, Crowley waited, watching, listening, but she really started to lay it on, making flirtatious comments, and letting her eyes wander over Aziraphale's body. Crowley growled low in his throat, claws digging into the bark as his ears tipped back a bit, and his tail flicked dangerously behind him.
Then Aziraphale made a joke, that really wasn't all that funny, and yet the other troll burst into laughter, putting her hand on Aziraphale's shoulder, and dragging it down to his tufted elbow before finally pulling it away, still giggling.
Crowley saw red.
Having seen enough, Crowley scrambled from branch to branch to get down as quickly as possible, not caring about being stealthy anymore.
"What's that noise?" he heard the other troll ask, sounding a bit concerned.
"Oh, that's probably Crowley," Aziraphale reassured her, then raised his voice, "Crowley, dear, I'm over here."
"Who's Crowley?" she inquired as Crowley reached the ground finally.
"He's my mate."
If Crowley hadn't been so fired up, he might have melted at how much pride and love oozed from those three words.
"Oh..."
Crowley bounded over to the pair on all fours, barely containing his growl as he reached Aziraphale.
"There you are, dear, look I-mmm…" Aziraphale started as Crowley wrapped his arms tightly around Aziraphale pulling him into a deep kiss, and twining their tails together.
He didn't let go when Aziraphale pulled out of the kiss, instead he continued to hold onto his waist possessively, and glare pointedly at the other troll.
Turning in his arms, Aziraphale gestured to the troll in front of them, "Crowley, look I've found another of us...this is Maggie, she's from far over that way, just came for the apples, like we did." Aziraphale informed him excitedly.
"Hello, pleased to meet you," Maggie greeted him with a far more neutral tone than she'd been using with Aziraphale.
"Yeah, hi," Crowley barely acknowledged before speaking directly to his love instead, "we should get going, Angel," he added a kiss to Aziraphale's cheek for good measure.
Tipping his head to the side, Aziraphale frowned at him, "Wouldn't it be nice to chat with Maggie for a bit though, we've never met another troll before, darling."
Crowley made a non-committal noise close to a growl in the back of his throat, glaring again at other troll, who held her ground well, though did seem to have enough grace to appear slightly guilty.
"Crowley, you're being quite rude," Aziraphale scolded him quietly, accentuated by a light nudge to the set of ribs not sporting his snake tattoo.
A deep huffing hum was all that Crowley responded with.
"If you're bored then why don't you go find us some things for dinner while I continue talking with Maggie, hm?"
"Not bored, but fine, I'll go find dinner..." he grumbled, pressing another kiss to Aziraphale's cheek, and finally tearing his gaze away from Maggie.
Stalking away, Crowley intended to keep an eye on the situation, though he was sure that he'd made his point.
Feeling eyes on him as he left, Crowley heard Aziraphale apologise to Maggie, "Goodness, I am sorry about him, must be in a bad mood or something, he's really very lovely."
When he'd gone out of sight, Crowley climbed back into the trees, finding his way back to the one he'd left his bag in. Settling down on the branch next to his bag again, Crowley returned his gaze to the two trolls on the ground.
They had already returned to normal conversation, and as predicted, Aziraphale was talking about his enormous book collection at home. Maggie still appeared interested in the conversation, but less interested in Aziraphale now, there seemed to be no more open flirting happening via speech or body language. Good.
Maybe he'd overacted a bit. He'd never really been the jealous type, but then he supposed he'd never let himself get close enough to anyone to get jealous before either. Perhaps it was his baser instincts coming out, enhanced to protect what was his. Crowley could sit there and theorise all day, but the truth of the matter was that it had made his blood boil to see someone else flirting with the love of his life.
Aziraphale either didn't realise, or was pretending not to notice the situation, Crowley knew that Aziraphale loved him, would never leave him, but the rage and jealousy had still come over him in a hot flash in the moment. Even though he'd calmed down a bit now, the desire, the instinctual need, to take Aziraphale home, lay him down in their nest and claim him as his was still bubbling under his skin, making him antsy, and jittery, and huffy.
After taking a quick drink from the water bottle in his bag, Crowley looped the strap of his bag back over his head, careful of his horns, and made sure not to trap his long hair under it. With a fleeting glance back down at Aziraphale and Maggie, Crowley swiftly moved a few trees away before returning to the ground, and begun his forage for dinner.
Some time later, when Crowley was busy picking mushrooms he knew to be edible, Aziraphale's scent crossed his nose, and a moment later his voice hit his ears too.
"Crowley, dearest, where are you?"
"Here, Angel," Crowley called back, noting that he wasn't far away.
Getting up from where he'd knelt among the mushrooms, Crowley walked towards the voice, bag slung across his shoulder to the opposite hip, and now full of all sorts of things. It didn't take long for them to find each other, and Crowley immediately embraced him, feeling a little desperate to bury his nose in Aziraphale's hair, and breathe him in all of a sudden.
Unfortunately he didn't get the opportunity since he just as quickly pulled away growling quietly as he picked up a secondary scent on Aziraphale, her scent. His tail whipped the ground, teeth bared as the blood boiling rage and jealous flooded back through him.
"Whatever is the matter?" Aziraphale inquired, looking around as if they might be in danger.
"You smell like her," Crowley grunted.
Aziraphale sighed, "Yes, I gave her a friendly hug, she's all alone, like I used to be, is there something wrong with that?"
"No," Crowley mumbled moodily. "Can we go home now?"
Aziraphale stared at him for a few seconds while Crowley avoided his gaze, "Alright," he said finally, starting to move, "but you're going to tell me what your issue is with Maggie while we walk."
"My issue, Aziraphale, is that she was flirting with you, excessively," Crowley spat out, trudging after him.
"Oh, I don't think so," Aziraphale scoffed, waving his hand about dismissively, "Maggie was just excited to meet another troll, she's never met another before either."
"I saw what I saw, she was absolutely laying it on," Crowley told him, and then took a breath, sighing deeply with the hint of a growl vibrating his throat, "and I can't blame her either, I was infatuated within minutes of meeting you too."
Aziraphale quirked his eyebrow, and then both of his eyebrows lifted, and his mouth formed an 'o' shape, "Oh...oh I see...Crowley, are you jealous, my love?"
"No," he lied, quite unconvincingly, and averted his amber gaze in the opposite direction, arms crossed over his furred chest.
"Oh, I'm sorry, my dear, I didn't realise, I've never seen you be properly jealous before," Aziraphale seemed to soften as he saw right through Crowley's lie.
"Never been jealous before," Crowley grumbled, kicking at some stones near his foot, and playing with the strap of his bag, "never had a reason to be."
"Would you look at me please?" Aziraphale requested, stopping them with a hand on Crowley's arm, tail caressing Crowley's. When amber eyes finally met blue ones, Aziraphale tangled their tails together, and reassured him, "Crowley, light of my life, there is no need to be jealous of anyone ever. I love you, and only you, so very much, and I promise I am yours forever."
Crowley took Aziraphale's clawed hands in his own, and brought them up to his mouth, kissing the knuckles on each, feeling slightly soothed by his earnest words, and the honesty in his scent, "I love you too, I-I'm sorry, I do know, I just…ugh, I saw red when she touched you, y'know, and now I have this overwhelming need to...to..."
"To what, darling?" he prompted patiently.
"To claim you."
"Oh? How so?"
"I-I…ngk…need you beneath me in our nest, need to pin you there and fuck you, mark you, mate you, cover you in my scent so everyone knows you're irrefutably mine," Crowley glanced up at him in time to watch his love swallow while a shiver ran through his body.
"Gosh, Crowley..." Aziraphale gasped.
"I know, it's a bit intense, sorry...you asked...don't have to do that, it's just like this instinct or something I guess, like an itch...I'm sure it'll go away," he rambled abashedly.
"Best we get home then..." Aziraphale told him with a little grin, already pulling one hand out of Crowley's grasp and tugging on the other, starting to get them moving again.
"Eh?"
"So you can have your wicked way with me, darling," he clarified as if it were obvious.
Crowley was dumbstruck for a moment, "You? I? We?" he struggled to get words out as he stumbled along.
Aziraphale chuckled, a seductive shadow in his blue eyes, "Yes, when we get home, we'll satisfy that itch of yours, alright?"
Crowley merely nodded, mouth slightly agape, desire burning in his veins.
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The long walk home hadn't done anything to sooth Crowley's desires, or scratch the itch, in fact the waiting only served to make him a little stir crazy, the feelings building up behind the dam that was labelled home. Aziraphale didn't help the situation either, teasing him with feather light touches that were apparently innocent, and lingering kisses that made Crowley feel famished, hungry for more.
He was fidgety as hell, and half hard, borderline feral by the time they made it back to the cabin. And because Aziraphale had just a little bit of a bastard streak in him – that Crowley rather loved about him – he'd made them stop at the part of the river that was closest to their home to freshen up. Which, alright, it had been a long day travelling, but he knew that Crowley was in a bloody state, and he took his sweet time anyway. Absolute bastard, knew exactly what he was doing, and what it was doing to Crowley.
They'd hardly shut the front door behind them, and put down their collection bags on the small wooden dining table when Crowley picked Aziraphale up under his ass, and lifted him up to wrap thick thighs around his waist. Drawing Aziraphale into a heated kiss, clawed hands kneading his round, plush bottom, Crowley walked them blind toward the bedroom, moss flooring compressing under foot. A shoulder bumped into the door frame of the bedroom, but Crowley didn't even pause, just continued on until they reached their nest, constructed with the softest materials that the forest had to offer, plus bits of cloth and pillow fluff.
Aziraphale loosened his grip then, and made to get down, but Crowley merely growled low in his throat and held his love tighter, tail coming up to wrap around his waist, the sharp tips of his nails digging into soft flesh. The smell of Aziraphale so close, combined with the smell of home and their nest was driving away what little was left of his restraint, and made him extremely reluctant to let go of his love now that he hand him in his arms.
"If you, ah, p-put me down, it'll be easier, I don't, mmmn…don't want you to trip, darling," Aziraphale told him as Crowley nibbled at his neck, and up to his ear to suck the lobe into his mouth.
After rubbing his lower canines over the shell of Aziraphale's pointed ear, Crowley rolled his eyes and huffed, "Fine."
Aziraphale wriggled out of his arms, sliding to the ground, and then stepped backwards into their nest. There he sat himself down in the middle, spreading his legs, knees bent, gazing up at Crowley with those big blue eyes through his lashes, a come hither smile stretching his lips, as if he were damn near begging to be had. Dropping onto all fours, Crowley felt a predatory streak run through him, his tail flicked out behind him, swaying in large rhythmic sweeps as he took in the sight of his love, his mate, splayed out in their nest, waiting to be taken by him.
"Won't you join me, love?" Aziraphale invited huskily.
Slowly, one hand, one foot, Crowley stalked toward Aziraphale, who didn't take his eyes off of Crowley as he rubbed five digits through his pale belly fur, all the way down to his half hard prick, and palmed himself.
Losing control for a moment as his instincts took over, Crowley growled, "Mine," as he launched himself, teeth bared, into the nest over Aziraphale, who surrendered immediately, going down on his back, both palms laid out above his head.
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"Oh! Yes, of course, my dear," he squeaked, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, "I'll leave that for you then, shall I?"
"Only I can touch you," Crowley hissed, having not moved, face inches from Aziraphale's.
"Mmm, well, go on, touch me, I'm all yours, darling," Aziraphale encouraged, stretching up to rub the tip of his nose against Crowley's.
Three of those words struck a primal cord within Crowley, and a rumble vibrated in his throat, "Say it again," he demanded, breath hot.
"Which part?" Aziraphale teased, a knowing glint in his blue eyes.
"Aziraphale…" was the warning growl.
Aziraphale shivered underneath him, a smirk growing over his face as he reached up and tightly gripped one of Crowley's horns, pulling his head down. Bringing their faces close enough to kiss him, Crowley's auburn hair hanging like a curtain on one side, he clearly reiterated, "Crowley, I love you, and I am yours, always. Now ravish me like you promised, you fiend."
Drawing in a sharp breath, Crowley kissed him with such ferocity that their canines ground together, his front teeth biting at his love's bottom lip, eventually drawing it out, and letting go. Upon doing so, Aziraphale turned his head, offering his neck and throat to Crowley, and fuck, the gesture made him feel even more frenzied. Finding the juncture of neck and shoulder, Crowley bit down hard into the soft flesh, hearing Aziraphale gasp sharply in his ear, and felt a sort of satisfaction at having marked his mate. However that was just the tip of the iceberg, and he was just getting started.
Working his way up Aziraphale's neck, Crowley sucked and bit marks up to his pointed ear, and then across his throat to the other ear, grazing his long canines against Aziraphale's smooth jaw along the way.
"Mine," he whispered into Aziraphale's ear in a deep, grumbling voice.
"Yours," Aziraphale swallowed, breath hitching as Crowley moved on to his chest.
Tongue swiping over pale chest fur, Crowley feverishly groomed Aziraphale, mixing their scents together further with every saliva coated pass of his tongue. In doing so, he was sure not to miss Aziraphale's nipples, almost hidden in his fur, but pushing through as they stiffened. They stood out against the creamy white as they darkened to a deeper pink with each lavish of attention Crowley gave them. Once he had his love whining, tail thumping, with each stoke of his tongue, press of his teeth, and suction of his lips, Crowley showed mercy, and continued to groom the fur heading south down the middle of Aziraphale's body.
Quiet grunts of, "Mine," dropped from his mouth between short, enthusiastic licks. They weren't particularly in the habit of grooming each other, not with their tongues anyway, but some kind of instinct had brought the idea forward, and Crowley had latched onto it. Despite the fact that it was covering Aziraphale in his scent, which greatly appealed to him, especially given the circumstances, it also felt incredibly intimate. In the back of his mind, Crowley could see them lying in their nest together, snuggled up, languidly grooming each other before going to sleep like lions in an animal documentary he'd watched once. The thought made him surprisingly happy, and he was suddenly eager to bring up the idea with Aziraphale, later though, once he'd ensured that there could be no doubt that Aziraphale was his, only his.
After spending a little extra time nibbling at the soft curves of Aziraphale's tummy, bringing little hums and breathes from his love, Crowley found himself at plush hips that he couldn't help but to graze with his canines. Aziraphale's hips twisted under the attention, and Crowley gripped at them tightly, pinning them down while he sucked headier flesh into his mouth, leaving another trail of purpleish blue marks in his wake.
The musky, earthy scent between Aziraphale's legs had always been intoxicating to him, from the first time he'd had the pleasure to get his face down there, but what he'd been able to smell with his human senses had been nothing compared to what he could smell now as a well established troll. With his senses heightened well beyond human capacity, it damn near drove him out of his mind with desire getting his nose between those thick thighs now. However, it wasn't just an ordinary day, and those acute senses plus his raging instincts meant that his love's earthy musk was like throwing fuel on an already blazing fire.
Rumbling loud and deep in his chest and throat, Crowley nuzzled his whole face into Aziraphale's pelvis, hands still holding hips as he rubbed his nose and cheeks into the soft skin and pubic fur, careful of his canines and horns as he did so. Ignoring the half hard prick next to his ear, Crowley nipped and licked all around the growing interest until it was completely stiff, and the tip was glistening with precome, all the while he mindlessly rubbed his own leaking cock against the side of Aziraphale's fuzzy calf. Yet he still didn't pay any attention to the one beside his face, even when Aziraphale let out a slightly frustrated huff.
In response, Crowley quietly growled, only pulling his needy cock away so that he could move a touch lower, face staying buried in the heavenly scent of his love, but following the lines of his body to create new marks in the sensitive flesh. Sucking powerfully, and worrying with his teeth, Crowley had Aziraphale trembling, gasping, clawing by the time there were several fresh bruises and teeth imprints covering his thighs and the patches of skin where leg meets pelvis.
"Uhn, g-gosh, Crowley…" Aziraphale groaned through the last one, spine bowing slightly as his body reacted, cock growing slicker while it strained with need.
"Fuck, you look so good, Angel," Crowley commented, sitting back on his knees a moment to admire his work, "so mine," he added, grinning toothily, tail swishing behind him in satisfaction.
"Keep going, please, keep going," Aziraphale pleaded, rocking his hips up, drawing attention to where he wanted Crowley, "I need you…only you."
Crowley felt desire tingle down his spine at his love's words, and it drew him back in immediately, licking his way quickly from fuzzy thighs, to heavy balls, and up the wet shaft of Aziraphale's cock.
"Mmnfff," Aziraphale bit his lip as he moaned.
Crowley also moaned, sent into a bit of a frenzy from the taste of Aziraphale sitting thick and heady on his tongue. Without warning he took the entire length into his mouth, taking it as far into his throat as he could, savouring the salty sweet weight on his tongue, and the stretch of his lips around the hot girth of his love. Aziraphale's tail flicked about, hips mindlessly trying to ground himself up into Crowley's mouth.
Growling didn't quite work around his mouth full, but the vibration still seemed to have an effect from the way that Aziraphale's hands gripped and tugged at his horns while he gasped loudly. Still Crowley merely held Aziraphale in his mouth, tongue tracing veins on the underside, and swallowing around the head of his cock while excess saliva and slick dribbled down his long canines, and from the corners of his stretched lips.
"Crowley, oh, its-its…please," Aziraphale panted, squirming, hands still tight around Crowley's horns.
Satisfied with his work thus far, Crowley slowly pulled his head away, cock slipping from his mouth with a wet noise that made Aziraphale whimper. He didn't go far though, lapping at the slick that had dribbled over Aziraphale's sac, and then lower, the legs either side of him drawing up as he went. They both knew where his mouth was headed, however, Crowley sat back instead, his instincts driving him on, and neglected cock throbbing at the sight of his mate dripping wet, covered in his marks, and flushed beautifully for him.
There was so many depraved things swirling in his mind, but all that managed to make it to his mouth was a deeply grunted, "Fuck, 'Ziraphale," and then, "turn over, god, turn over, I need to be inside you so badly."
It wasn't that Aziraphale refused to do as he asked, but he just didn't do it quick enough for Crowley's liking. Claws grabbed Aziraphale's hips, nails scratching the delicate skin, and twisted them over, then yanked them back into Crowley's own where he ground his slick cock against Aziraphale's ass cheeks.
"Mmmnnn, Crowley," Aziraphale moaned, rocking his ass back into Crowley, "please, take me, I'm yours."
A moment later Aziraphale cried out in pleasured pain as Crowley sunk his teeth into the soft flesh where shoulder met neck, growling loudly as he did so. He didn't stop there, nipping across the back of Aziraphale's neck, until he reached the same spot on the opposite side and grinned when he felt his love tense for the matching bite he was clearly expecting. Grinning, Crowley merely gave the flesh a firm lick and then grazed Aziraphale's ear with his teeth, whispering, "I'll come back for that later."
A shiver ran through Aziraphale's body as he gasped in response, claws flexing in moss when Crowley travelled quickly down his back, following the line of creamy white fur along his spine to his tail with more nips and licks. As he reached the plush buttocks waiting presented to him, Crowley swept his hands down Aziraphale's back, nails leaving red lines all the way to curvy hips where they gripped tight. As another shiver rippled Aziraphale's fur, he flicked his tail to the side out of the way, but Crowley had other ideas.
Slipping one hand from it's purchase on those delicious hips, Crowley gripped Aziraphale's tail just up from the base and flattened his tongue, licking around the underside, ever so close to the tight pink furl just below. It had been only a recently discovery that Aziraphale was rather sensitive in that particular spot, and Crowley took every opportunity he could to utilise that knowledge.
Underneath him Aziraphale squirmed and gasped, "haahh, uhhnn," ears twitching, and the top half of his tail waving about in the air above their heads.
"You are so tasty, you drive me crazy, and my tongue isn't even inside you yet."
"Hnnn, C-Crowley."
"Fuck, Angel, the way you say my name when you're desperate for it…mmm."
The sentence was immediately punctuated by Crowley's tongue sliding wetly over Aziraphale's waiting hole, and a wanting whine filled the air of their bedroom. Done with the preamble, Crowley finally licked his way inside his love, starting with the tip and then filling him up with as much of his tongue that he could get in. Lips and elongated canines pressed right up against Aziraphale's delicate flesh, Crowley's tongue worked diligently to pry a whole range of noises from whimpers to moans to squeals out of his partner's mouth. And when he finally pulled away Aziraphale was a trembling, begging, wet mess.
"Please, please, please," he chanted, wiggling his hips at Crowley enticingly, stiff cock bobbing with the movement, and sopping wet with his own slick.
"What a damn sight you are, and you're mine, all mine," Crowley babbled, not unaffected. He couldn't stop the next words from slipping out of his mouth as he lined up the head of his dripping cock with Aziraphale's entrance, "I got so…so lucky that day you jumped me, I-I…fuck," he sounded, and felt, gut punched as he pushed inside the tight heat of his love's body, fingers going tight enough on his hips to bruise.
Aziraphale echoed his sentiment with a guttural noise, hands scrabbling across the materials of their nest. As Crowley filled his lover up to the hilt, bony hips cradling that plush ass, he slid his own body back up Aziraphale's, working his mouth in reverse, licking at the pale fur along his spine until he got to Aziraphale's hairline.
Crowley had barely seated himself against Aziraphale when he was already grinding his ass back into Crowley with little huffing noises. Without hesitating, Crowley pressed his body into Aziraphale's as much as possible, wrapped his arms around his upper body and begun to thrust in and out of him in short but powerful motions.
Little, "Ah, ah, ah," noises dropped out of Aziraphale's mouth with each thrust.
Crowley's own brain to mouth filter broke along with it, and the filth that he had been keeping inside his head started to spill out into his mate's ear, "Hnn, fuck, Aziraphale, you were made for me…gonna fuck you, mate you, until I fill you up with my seed, and there will be no-no doubt who you belong to."
"Mnn!" Aziraphale groaned loudly, his thighs trembling, lip drawn between his teeth, claws digging into the moss again.
"Ohh, you like the sound of that, don't you? 'Course you do, you're greedy for it," Crowley smirked, breath hot and fast against his love's flushed cheek.
He was so hot, so perfect, so his, and Crowley all but lost himself in the feeling of it all, in the instincts driving his thoughts and actions. At some point Crowley noticed Aziraphale's arm move underneath him and instantly Crowley grabbed for it, bringing it back out in front of him.
"Ah, uh-uh, no touching, Angel," and Aziraphale whined, "you're going to come on my cock alone," Crowley told him, accompanied by a sharp pinch to one of his nipples.
The action made him buck up into Crowley, and he didn't stop, increasingly louder, needier moans poured out of Aziraphale's mouth as Crowley adjusted his own movements, meeting his motions with deep, hard thrusts.
"Fuck, I'm close…are you gonna come, Angel? Come just for me, just from the feeling of my cock inside you."
"Uhnn, mmfff…Cr-Crowllley!" Aziraphale whined loud and desperate, and Crowley knew he was right there on the edge.
"Wanna see you come, sweetheart…hear those delicious noises that you make, fffeel you clench around me as I fill you up."
Aziraphale shook underneath him, knuckles white with how hard he'd dug his claws in, hips stuttering in their movements, and tail thrashing against any surface it met.
"That's it," Crowley encouraged, "you know what I want to hear…"
"I'm yours, Crowley, always yours, yours, yo-ahhh!" Aziraphale screamed for him as Crowley simultaneously pinched his nipple again, and bit down hard on the unclaimed side of his shoulder.
Crowley felt the way his body went tight around him, dragging him down into ecstasy with his mate, his love, his one and only. He held Aziraphale close, grip tight as he emptied inside of him, panting into the marked up skin of Aziraphale's shoulder and neck.
"Fuck," he breathed, resting his forehead gently on hot skin as everything stilled except for their heaving chests.
"Indeed," Aziraphale puffed.
"Are you alright?" Crowley murmured, pressing soft kisses to any part of his love he could get to with his mouth at that moment.
Aziraphale nodded, and then swallowed, "Feeling very thoroughly claimed, dearest."
His instincts satisfied, the primal urges were receding and anxiety started to creep in, "Was…was it too much? Did I…?"
"Hush, darling," Aziraphale stopped him before he could go down that path. Bending his arm to rest his elbow on the floor of the nest, he reached back and gripped one of Crowley's horns, bringing their heads together, and Crowley immediately nuzzled into him, kissing his cheek, "If it were too much I'd have told you so. You were perfect as always."
Crowley hummed, but didn't say anything, instead continuing to pepper Aziraphale's heated skin with kisses.
"Crowley, my love…"
"Mm?"
"As much as I'm enjoying the attention, do you think that we could lie down?" Aziraphale asked quietly.
"Right, yeah, sorry…was working up to it, you're just so warm," Crowley admitted sheepishly, and reluctantly pulled out of Aziraphale.
It was probably for the best anyway, staying inside Aziraphale much longer would have had him getting hard again, and they both needed some rest and a nap before even considering another round.
Aziraphale collapsed slightly on his side, and Crowley smiled to himself, knowing how his lover hated having to clean lots of come out of his belly fur.
"Here, I'll clean us up," Crowley told him, attending to Aziraphale and the nest before himself, and then offered Aziraphale the drink bottle.
"Thank you, dear."
Afterward Crowley laid down with him, slipping himself between strong arms and thick thighs. He curled his tail around Aziraphale's and gently rubbed his nose against the other's, conscious of the fondness in those bright blue eyes, which closed as their lips met in a soft, slow kiss
The look in Aziraphale's eyes was somehow even more loving when he reopened them and asked, "Do you feel better now?"
"Uh, yeah," Crowley nuzzled into his neck, purring lightly, and pressed a soft kiss over one of the marks he'd left there. "Sorry I was a bit of a prick today, Angel, guess the 'animal' instincts really took over, wasn't prepared for it at all…also thanks for, er, letting me get it out of my system."
"Apology accepted, and you're welcome, though it wasn't a selfless act by any means, I enjoyed myself very much, you know, in case it wasn't obvious," Aziraphale looked quite smug about the fact, fingers mindlessly trailing over a few of the marks left on his skin.
"Hedonist," Crowley mumbled affectionately, with another light kiss, that one to his throat.
"However," Aziraphale went on, clearing his throat, "I would appreciate it if you could try to be a bit nicer to Maggie next time, please, dear. I'm sure that she didn't mean any harm, and in her defence I hadn't had a chance to bring you up yet, she's quite a chatty one."
"Yeah, okay, I can do that," Crowley agreed, and then Aziraphale's words clicked, "wait…next time?"
"Yes, we set up a time to meet back up at the apple trees; the first day of the next full moon," Aziraphale informed him, stroking the fur along his spine. "She's quite lonely, Crowley, it's been about a century for her, and you know I'm well acquainted with that feeling, it doesn't hurt to be friends. You don't have to come if you don't want to…"
"No, no, I'll come with you," Crowley told him without hesitation, "of course you should be friends with her," he added sincerely.
He'd had the same thought before he'd seen Maggie flirting with his love, and that issue seemed to be resolved, it was probably a misunderstanding that Crowley had blown out of proportion anyway.
"You're also allowed to have friends you know, dear," Aziraphale hinted, fingers and nails tangling in Crowley's hair.
"Mmm," Crowley gave a little shrug the best he could in his position, "'have you, don't really need anyone else," he replied, promptly yawning immediately after.
"Alright, well, you know the option is there if you so desire it," Aziraphale reaffirmed gently.
"Mhm," Crowley hummed in acknowledgement, though he was a little preoccupied.
Having kissed down to Aziraphale's chest fur, Crowley buried his nose into it, inhaling deeply, and then slowly, softly started to lick the creamy white fur, grooming his love. He got through a third of Aziraphale's chest before it was brought up.
"Crowley, dear, may I inquire as to why you're licking my fur…?"
The question held no annoyance or judgement, but Crowley shied away regardless.
"I-er…sorry, I'll stop," he said, having lost his confidence to bring up his newfound desire with the weariness of such a long day creeping in.
"I didn't say you had to stop, it feels quite nice…loving…actually," Aziraphale confessed with an encouraging smile, "I was simply interested as to why you've suddenly decided to do so, twice in one day even."
"You like it?"
"Yes, darling, I do believe I just said that."
"Right, yeah, sorry," Crowley ducked his head back into Aziraphale's neck, and trailed his fingers through creamy white belly fur silently.
"You're avoiding the question," Aziraphale accused without any heat, "which…likely means that this is something that you would like," he guessed aloud. "It's okay to want something, Crowley, you know that, and you know that you can tell me…"
"Ngk…I, um…" he fumbled, followed by an unintelligible quick succession of mumbled words.
"Try again, darling," his love encouraged, soothingly stroking his long locks, his tail giving Crowley's a gentle squeeze where they were intertwined.
"I…erm…I thought that it might be, um, nice if we, uh, groomed each other sometimes," Crowley finally got out in a quiet voice.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, um, just kinda happened earlier with the instincts and everything, but it appealed to me, and I thought…well, I thought that it was intimate and comforting…but if you-"
"Sounds positively wonderful, my dear," Aziraphale announced before Crowley could backtrack, while fingertips guided Crowley's face out of hiding to meet blue eyes that shone with love, "I adore the idea, I adore you, Crowley. Would you allow me to groom you now?"
"You…erm…okay, yeah…'d like that," he nodded, fighting the flush heating his cheeks.
"Good, now find a comfortable position to lay in, dearest," Aziraphale instructed with a soft smile, waiting patiently for Crowley to adjust himself before swooping in for a quick kiss, then bowing his head to Crowley's chest.
And that was how Crowley fell asleep purring contentedly that night, the warmth and weight of his love encompassing him, and the rhythmic, soothing strokes of his tongue lulling him into the restful darkness.