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He wasn’t precisely sure how they got there.
Well, that wasn’t true, he remembered every second, every motion of it – but he still couldn’t quite comprehend it as he stared up at Crowley, his eyes closed, panting as he hovered above him. One of his hands was braced on the bed next to Aziraphale’s face, the other out of sight – but he knew what it was doing, what it was working towards.
A shudder – not the first, not by far – ran through his lover’s body, and Aziraphale steadied him, stopped him from swaying too far forward. It was easy – Crowley let himself lean into it, would allow Aziraphale to move him any way he wanted, he knew that.
Still, it wasn’t time yet – he wanted to be sure that Crowley had prepared himself properly before they… well.
“’s been days, angel.” Crowley moaned after a few minutes – it wasn’t his first complaint.
“Hush, fiend. It’s been minutes, and no, it now being past midnight doesn’t change that.”
Crowley whined, the sound quite eloquent – he fought a grin, as he drank in the sight of his lover above him, preparing himself so Aziraphale could fuck him.
“Enough now.” He decided, when his own hunger, his own desire, threatened to boil over. He’d simply been laying there, under Crowley, patiently waiting, without so much as a touch to his cock, and it was quite enough now.
“Y-Yeah? Mh, how…?” Crowley asked, a full-body shudder nearly having him collapse onto Aziraphale.
“However you think is best, my dear. I’m – you’d know best.” He offered softly. He wasn’t sure – didn’t want to do it wrong, somehow. It wouldn’t do for their first time – time of this anyway – to be the wrong thing.
Crowley, to his surprise, grinned down at him.
“Alright, angel. Mind if I prep you, then?”
He nodded his assent – a moment later, two lube-slicked hands reached for him. He knew that the touching was only to prepare him, only to make sure he wouldn’t hurt his lover, but it felt like more, felt like Crowley was just teasing him.
“Crowley!” He whined, finally, when he realised that the other man was just indulging himself.
No remorse on his face, Crowley shifted, rearranging himself on top of Aziraphale – it took him a moment to realise what his plan was.
“Will you ride me?” He asked, though he was quite sure of it, now.
Crowley hummed and nodded, eyebrows drawn together as he positioned himself. All Aziraphale could do was hold still, afraid to do something to disturb the other.
“Breathe, angel.” Crowley teased – and as he opened his mouth to lie that he had been – Crowley lowered himself down.
He had a split-second to draw one last breath, then, in one smooth motion, Crowley sat down on his cock. He was no expert, of course, but he hadn’t expected it to be so easy. He’d expected it to take time, there to be a little bit of awkwardness, or something, but nothing of the sort happened.
Crowley took him into his body as if he’d been made for it, as if he’d been waiting for it – and he had.
They both had been.
He drew in a shuddering breath, staring dumbfounded at an equally surprised Crowley.
His hand moved of its own volition, drawing Crowley’s from where it was braced on his chest so he could link their fingers together.
“Can I… can I move?” Crowley asked hoarsely. Unable to speak, he nodded his assent.
Crowley rose up and sat back down, a smooth motion that felt better than anything ever had – another emotion he saw mirrored in his lover’s face. Ther was no more hesitation, no more slow – Crowley rode him, evidently setting the pace and rhythm he liked best.
Aziraphale was happy to be along for the ride, cataloguing what details his body allowed him amidst the blinding pleasure.
One thing he did notice was the trembling in Crowley’s thighs – no doubt, the motions were exhausting. He was more than willing to help – so on Crowley’s next motion down, he changed his gentle hold into something more active, pulling the older man down, then lifting him back up.
It took a bit of strength, like this, but the startled moan that escaped Crowley, the drip of pre-come the other man’s cock gave made it more than worth it.
He was sure that his own motions were faster, maybe even a little harder than Crowley’s own had been, but there was a blood heat taking over him, and he couldn’t help it.
No complaint came – in fact, the opposite. There was something so adoring, so loving in the way Crowley looked at him, that it all but forced a reply from him.
“Love you, I love you, Crowley, oh Crowley, I love you, I adore you, my love, you feel so good, love you…” He moaned, the words tumbling from his mouth like a waterfall. He couldn’t stop it anymore than he could have stopped moving, his body drawing ever closer to completion.
Miraculously, they came almost at the same time, their bodies finding their completion at the same time. They shuddered through it, him holding on to Crowley, Crowley holding on to him. A moment later it was over – Crowley groaned, sliding off him and laying against his side, panting.
It took Aziraphale a moment to really grasp what had happened – and to get over the disappointment that it had ended.
He didn’t know how long they laid there for – he could have checked, but it didn’t matter. They laid there, each lost in their thoughts.
Crowley moved first – just his head, just enough to look at him. They smiled at each other, their feelings suddenly so obvious, so loud between them – and this time he knew they were on the same page, no matter what else was left to resolve.
His lover sighed, a satisfied, tired sound that made him feel quite smug.
“So, can I expect it to be like that every time?” He asked, lightly.
“Hope not. I’ll die young, angel. But it was – was good, wasn’t it?” Crowley asked, no real doubt in his eyes – he knew it had been perfect.
“Yes, my dear. And, ah, would you also be open to… to other things? Not now, but at some point?” He asked, his mind already spinning through a variety of ideas, of thoughts, of fancies… One stuck out in particular.
“’m open to anything when it comes to you. Just say the word. Er, in an hour. Maybe two.” Crowley offered easily – casually.
That was… not what Aziraphale had in mind.
“Open to anything?” He repeated, now certain what he wanted to suggest first. The only thing that mattered, then and there.
“Anything at all.” Crowley confirmed.
“Perhaps, one day, a wedding then. We could have it in the bookshop.” He suggested, pleased when Crowley nearly choked on his next breath, obviously not prepared for the suggestion. That had been his plan.
It took a moment until a reply came. “I’ll buy the rings tomorrow.” Crowley promised, his eyes alight with emotion. “I love you.”
Replying in kind had never been easier. “And I you.”