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Aziraphale was completely lost, simply lost in Crowley’s kisses. He was drowning in the joy he felt, the love he felt. He hadn’t been deceptive when he’d told Crowley he was still settling into it, but he also hadn’t been lying when he said that he meant it. He was in love with Crowley. The speed with which he had fallen in love had taken him by surprise, but he supposed it made sense, given that they were apparently fated to be together.
He decided, though, to think more about that later. For the moment, he had the man he loved here with him, kissing him so sweetly but with such heat, while the fireworks blasted outside the windows. He was sure they were lovely, but in his opinion, the fireworks he was creating with Crowley were much more beautiful.
The way Crowley was moving restlessly, his hands seeming unsure where to go first, was making Aziraphale absolutely mental. He felt drunk on the tiny sounds Crowley was making into his mouth. He wasn’t sure he wasn’t drunk on Crowley, but he never wanted to feel any other way.
If Crowley’s hands were uncertain, Aziraphale’s were not. He didn’t waste much time before he let his hand drift towards Crowley’s groin, seeking the hardness of his prick. When he found it, Crowley moaned into his mouth again, and Aziraphale felt something else: he felt powerful.
“My darling,” he almost gasped when Crowley broke away with a little groan and started kissing all over his face. “It occurs to me that I owe you something.”
“You don’t owe me anything, angel.”
“Oh, but I do,” he said, unbuttoning Crowley’s trousers slowly. “You see. yesterday morning, you sucked me off brilliantly. But before I could return the favor, you had to leave.”
Crowley’s breath was irregular against his neck already. Something else to make Aziraphale feel powerful. “I… yeah. I had to leave.”
“So you see,” Aziraphale said in his best bastard voice, “while I was left very satisfied in one way, I was deeply unsatisfied in another way.” He finally got his hand into Crowley’s pants, finding his cock with little effort, wrapping his hand around it. Crowley let out another highly satisfying noise, and Aziraphale was unable to stop himself from smiling. “Oh, darling. You feel so very nice in my hand.”
“Your… hnngh… your hand feels nice, too. It’s… it’s soft.”
Aziraphale had successfully pulled him out of his trousers and was sliding his hand up and down in long, slow strokes. “I’m glad to hear you like my hand. I’d like to make you come this way at some point, if you’d like that.”
He nodded with some urgency. “I’d like that. Yeah.”
“Oh, good. I’d like that, too. I love the idea of you spilling all over my hand, of you making a terrific mess…” Crowley groaned, dropping his head on Aziraphale’s shoulder. “But for the moment, darling, I’d like to get my mouth around you. If that would be acceptable?”
“God, yes, please…”
“Very good,” Aziraphale said, scooting off the couch to get into position in front of Crowley. Once he was on his knees, between Crowley’s legs with his hand around him, he looked up. Crowley looked near wrecked already, his mouth lax, his breath labored and heavy. Aziraphale had never felt like a god before that moment. “Are you ready, darling?”
He nodded, his amber eyes glazed, his face screwed up. “I think so.”
“You seem a little nervous, Crowley,” Aziraphale said, never breaking eye contact as he brought his face forwards, towards the purple, weeping head of his cock. “I’m nothing to be afraid of.”
“I’m only afraid of not being enough for you.”
Another bastard smile. “Oh, darling, I think you’re plenty enough for me,” he said, stroking Crowley in such a way that left no ambiguity about what he meant. In case there had been any question, he stuck his tongue out, still watching Crowley, and licked the head of his prick. Crowley hissed a breath, but Aziraphale didn’t see his face. He’d closed his eyes now.
“Mmm,” he said, enjoying the way the taste of Crowley exploded across his tongue. “You taste exquisite, my darling.”
“Angel… please…”
“Anything you want, my sweet,” Aziraphale said, just before he stuck his tongue out and did it again.
Crowley let out another ragged sound, his head rocking back and his eyes closing. Aziraphale took that opportunity to swirl his tongue around the head of Crowley’s dick, gathering all his taste, letting out a moan of pleasure while he closed his own eyes.
“You know what that does to me,” Crowley accused, his head raised again, bleary eyes on Aziraphale.
“I do. But I simply can’t help it, darling. You taste like a dream…”
“Will you-”
“Get on with it?” Aziraphale volunteered, smirking at him.
“That’s not what I was going to - oooh...”
Aziraphale had cut his words off - quite deftly, in his opinion - by taking Crowley’s cockhead into his mouth. He moaned happily, taking the extra moment to roll his tongue around him again, earning another sound from Crowley, before he started in earnest. He took him deeper slowly - not because of any real desire to make it last, but simply because he wanted to drive Crowley completely mental. In truth, Aziraphale was drunk with the power he suddenly found he held, and was perfectly happy going slower, if that would make Crowley happy.
Crowley, for his part, was making his appreciation known. “Hnngh, angel. God. I dreamed of this, I thought of you sucking me, but I never imagined it would feel this good. Fucking… God.”
Sensing an opportunity to be a bastard, Aziraphale pulled off and smiled at him. “Are you calling me a god, Crowley?”
“I’ll call you anything you want as long as you keep that up,” Crowley said, a little breathless.
“Noted,” Aziraphale said. “I’ve always thought I looked more like a Bartholemew, don’t you think?”
Crowley let out a surprised laugh that was cut off and transformed to a moan when Aziraphale took him back into his mouth. He was taking Crowley a little deeper with every movement of his head, until there was little room for his hand. He had no problem pulling it off - it had gotten quite wet.
“Angel… ooohh fuck. I can’t… God almighty you’re good at this.”
Aziraphale didn’t respond to the praise, although he enjoyed it. Instead, he decided that the best use of his time would be to ramp up his efforts, to make Crowley lose his mind. The most effective way to do that, he surmised, was to diversify his efforts.
With that in mind, he pulled off Crowley’s cock after a couple minutes of sucking, crouching lower to nuzzle, lick, and suck his bollocks. That got quite a positive response, so Aziraphale tucked that information into the back of his mind when he put his mouth back on Crowley’s cock. He sucked for a couple more minutes, doing his best work, until Crowley’s utterings were getting a little incoherent. When that happened, he pulled off of Crowley’s cock again and laid kisses all over his belly, clothed as it was.
He was just about to go back to sucking when he noticed Crowley’s hands were balled into fists beside him, squeezing and releasing.
“Darling?” Aziraphale said, kissing Crowley’s groin now, ignoring his cock again.
Crowley’s voice was tortured when he answered. “Yeah, angel?”
“You are welcome to put your hands on me.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yes,” he said, now leaving a trail of butterfly kisses up the shaft of Crowley’s dick. “I encourage it. You can touch me any way you want to, darling. Whatever makes you happy…”
“I don’t… I don’t want to do something to hurt you. Like pull your hair.”
Aziraphale smiled as he kissed his way back down. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“What’s that?”
“I like the idea that you’re losing a bit of control. I like to think that I’ve driven you wild enough that your inhibitions are lowered.”
“You… hnnngh… you do?”
“I do, yes. Very much,” he said nuzzling Crowley’s bollocks again, before kissing them.
“In that case,” Crowley said, putting his hands on Aziraphale’s shoulders, rubbing him gently. “Can I ask you something, angel?”
Aziraphale had to release one of his bollocks to answer. “Yes, darling?”
“How do you want me to come? Because if you keep this up, I’m going to come right down your throat.”
“Mmm,” Aziraphale purred, kissing his thigh again. “I’d love that very much. But I was hoping to ring in the New Year in bed with you…”
Crowley was petting his head, his neck, letting his hands roam. “You can have whatever you want. I’ll give you anything, anything you want.”
“I think what I’d like, darling, is for you to come in my arse.”
“Nnngh,” Crowley groaned. “I can - yeah. I can do that.”
“Oh, very good. In that case, please stop me before it’s too late. Or not. That’s entirely up to you.”
That was the last bit of warning he gave before he took Crowley into his mouth - this time with intent. He was sucking harder, bobbing faster, taking Crowley deeper, and making a bigger mess. Crowley, it seemed, was deeply appreciative of the effort he was making, if the sounds escaping him were anything to judge by. They’d become more guttural, more pressing, and seemed to be coming from deeper inside him. His hands had also become more urgent, and were now gripping and squeezing. Aziraphale willed him telepathically to move his hands to his head, fanciful a notion as telepathic communication was. He was astonished when it seemed to work and Crowley threaded his fingers through Aziraphale’s hair. He moaned around Crowley’s dick in his mouth when Crowley tightened his hands, pulling his hair, and, to reward him, he took him deeper.
“Yes, that’s it. More, angel, give me more. Ah! Ah! Fuck, you’re so good at this. I’ve never had a blowjob this good… and I’m going to have this all the time, aren’t I? Because you’re mine. I love you and you’re mine. Ah! Ah!” He used his hands in Aziraphale’s hair to guide his head, and nothing had ever, ever been hotter in Aziraphale’s life. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take me deeper. That’s good. Shit… hnngh…”
Aziraphale decided that if Crowley wanted him to take him deeper, he was by golly going to take him deeper. So, without delaying another moment, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and took Crowley into the back of his throat, making all sorts of obscene noises as he fought his reflex to gag and swallowed around him.
“Jesus Christ!” Crowley shouted, his hands tightening in Aziraphale’s hair. “Ah! Ah! Where the fuck did you - ooooh shit, angel. Ah! Ah! It’s so good, it’s too good… please….”
Aziraphale had never, in his life, felt more formidable as he did right then. He’d never known power like this. Crowley was far and away the sexiest man he’d ever seen, and to have that man begging him for more, his muscles trembling below Aziraphale’s hands…
“Stop. Stop,” Crowley said, using his hands to push Aziraphale’s hand away. “Angel, please, you have to stop or I’m not going to be able to make love to you.”
There was a tiny flare of disappointment, but it was tamped out quickly as Aziraphale pulled off with one long, elaborate suck. As soon as his cock sprang free from his Aziraphale’s lips, they curled into a bastard smile. “Did you like that?”
Crowley’s response was to use his hands that were still holding Aziraphale’s head and haul him into a kiss that was nothing short of ferocious. His eyes were blazing when the kiss broke. “I liked that a tremendous amount, angel. Sometime soon, I want you to do that again, except this time I will come in your mouth - or all over it. But for now, for our first time, I think we need to be in a bed.”
Aziraphale was grinning like the cheshire cat while he was getting to his feet. “You don’t want to make love on this couch?”
“I’m sure we’ll christen it some other time,” Crowley said, also getting to his feet. “But for right now, I want to be able to lay you out and have my way with you.”
“That sounds delightful,” Aziraphale said, then took Crowley’s outstretched hand. “Lead the way, darling.”
The two of them held hands down the corridor towards Crowley’s bedroom, and under ordinary circumstances, Aziraphale might have spent a little time looking around, judging the decorating choices. For now, though, he only had eyes for Crowley, the man who had won him - in more ways than one.
“I really do love you, Anthony Crowley,” he said, stepping over to wrap his arms around Crowley’s shoulders.
Crowley’s answer was to kiss him silly, making Aziraphale’s knees turn to jelly. Before he knew it, Crowley had gotten him naked, his hands and mouth running all over Aziraphale’s hot skin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, angel. So gorgeous, so sexy. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“I can’t believe you think I’m sexy,” Aziraphale rejoined, albeit breathlessly, his head thrown back and his eyes closed.
That seemed to get Crowley’s attention, and he raised his head. “You don’t think you’re sexy?”
“I don’t think I’m sexy enough for you, no.”
Crowley’s amber eyes were calculating as he stared at Aziraphale for a beat. “What are you thinking?” Aziraphale asked, a quirked smile on his face. “I see your wheels turning.”
“How much do you trust me, angel?”
“I trust you implicitly,” Aziraphale answered at once. “Why? What do you have in mind?”
“How do you feel about being a pillow princess? Or principality, I suppose, given that you’re an angel.”
Aziraphale giggled a little. Couldn’t help it. “You want to have your way with me?”
“I want you to get on that bed and just lie there while I do everything in my power to show you how sexy you are to me.”
“And you’re sure that’s what you want?”
“It is, yeah. Get up on the bed,” he said, nodding towards it. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Aziraphale did what he was told, but not before he got a kiss from Crowley that was positively scorching. When the kiss broke and he went to the bed, his knees were wobbly and he was grateful to be able to climb on the bed.
It didn’t take him long to settle in, taking his place and putting his head on the pillows. As soon as he was settled, he looked towards Crowley, who was undressing.
“Mmm, now that’s a shame,” he said, pouting, wrapping his hand around himself and starting to pump.
“What’s a shame?” Crowley asked, practically tearing his buttons in his haste to get his shirt off.
“When I saw you in that tuxedo tonight, I thought very seriously about canceling the evening so I could peel you out of it. It seems I’ve lost my opportunity.”
“Not hardly,” Crowley said, now discarding his trousers as quickly as possible. “You forget what I do for a living, sweetheart. We’re going to have lots and lots more dates to things like that.”
“Is that so?”
Crowley tossed aside his last sock, his eyes never leaving Aziraphale, and came to crawl onto the bed. “Yeah, that’s so,” he said just before he kissed Aziraphale, taking a place in his arms.
The two of them rolled around a bit for a minute, their hands exploring newly revealed skin, touching places that had previously been hidden. Crowley was the most exceptionally beautiful man Aziraphale had ever seen with his clothes on, but with his clothes off, he was practically an adonis, and Aziraphale couldn’t help but count his blessings.
It seemed, from his utterings, that Crowley was doing the same thing. “You’re so gorgeous,” he professed, kissing Aziraphale’s shoulders, his hand wrapping around Aziraphale’s cock for the moment. “You’re everything I always dreamed of.”
“I’m soft,” Aziraphale said - a weak protest he didn’t understand why he was making.
“Don’t feel soft to me,” Crowley rejoined, his hand sliding up and down Aziraphale’s cock. “God, angel, you’re so thick, so fat…You feel so good in my hands…”
“Your - your hand feels good, too,” Aziraphale said. “Darling, please…”
Crowley had settled into a place beside him, and had pulled the duvet over them, which was needless in Aziraphale’s opinion. He was plenty warm from Crowley’s kisses and touches. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Tell me what will make you happy.”
“You make me happy,” Aziraphale replied, wrapping his hand around Crowley, as well.
“Hmmm, I’m afraid that’s not good enough,”Crowley said, now kissing Aziraphale’s chest. He’d released Aziraphale’s prick and reached behind himself blindly, but Aziraphale was a little too dazed to wonder about it much. What little wondering he did do was fixed when he heard the click of a bottle, a squirt, and then felt Crowley’s slick fingers sliding between his cheeks, seeking his rim.
“Oh, God,” Aziraphale moaned while Crowley continued kissing little trails all over his chest.
“Did you mean it when you said you felt powerful because I was under your spell?”
He nodded, his eyes closed, half of his attention focused on Crowley’s question, the other half on his fingers that were massaging his arsehole with increasing pressure. “I did mean that, yes.”
“Good. Because I have to tell you, angel, that you have me enthralled,” he purred against Aziraphale’s neck. “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. I’ll do anything and everything to make sure you feel good and are happy.”
“Crowley,” Aziraphale whimpered.
Without a word, still kissing and sucking Aziraphale’s chest, Crowley slid one finger into Aziraphale’s arse, making Aziraphale keen and bite his lip.
“Mmm, I like that,” Crowley praised, fucking him with that finger gently and painfully slowly. “I like when you make noises. You can keep doing that.”
“I think if you continue to finger me like this, I will be making noises, yes.”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear,” Crowley said, now kissing Aziraphale’s belly. “Mmm, angel. The muscles in your belly jump when I kiss them, and I love it. I love knowing you’re so reactive to my touch.”
Aziraphale’s voice was getting thready. “I thought… I thought I was supposed to be the one feeling powerful.”
“You should feel extremely powerful,” Crowley said, his kisses growing ever lower. “I told you: you have me in your thrall. I’ll do anything you want me to do. So tell me, Aziraphale Fell. What do you want?”
“I want… I want another finger.”
“You got it,” Crowley said, before he simultaneously dragged his tongue in a circle around Aziraphale’s navel and inserted a second finger.
Aziraphale moaned, arching his back, and Crowley chuckled. “Such a good little angel you are. Your arse is so sweet and hot - and it’s all mine, isn’t it? You take my fingers very well…”
“Crowley,” Aziraphale whined.
“Tell me what you want now,” Crowley commanded him. “Tell me how I can please you.”
“Can you… hnngh… can you suck me for a minute?”
“Your wish, angel, is my command. And if you want something else, please - use your words.”
With that, Crowley took Aziraphale’s cock into his mouth, sucking him, licking him, making an obscene show out of sucking him off while fucking him gently in rhythm with his mouth.
Aziraphale was squirming on the bed, writhing around, fighting the urge to come very, very hard. “Crowley… oh, God, Crowley… More. Suck me more, fuck me with your fingers more… please, please…”
Crowley obeyed at once, taking Aziraphale’s cock deeper into his mouth, fingering him a little more vigorously. Aziraphale had grabbed Crowley’s head and didn’t even realize what he’d done until Crowley moaned around his cock and started bobbing faster.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” Aziraphale asked, grasping for control. “Seems you do. Hmmm, I like it, too. I like the way your mouth stretches around me, I like the way you suck me like you’re starving for me. Mmm, darling… you are, aren’t you? You’re hungry for me.”
Crowley made a muffled ‘mhm’ sound around him, still sucking, still fucking him with his fingers.
“I don’t want you to stop just yet, but - oh, heavens, just like that…” Crowley did it again, much to Aziraphale’s pleasure. “My darling one, you’re too good at this. I’m going to come if you keep this up. What I need you to decide is whether you want me to come in your mouth, or come while you’re fucking me.”
Crowley pulled off to look up at him, and oh, heavens. His lips were swollen and pink, his whole mouth was shining with spit, and he looked hungry.
“Do you want to come in my mouth? Or on my face?”
“That would be wonderful, but my primary concern is how you’re going to come.”
“I can jerk myself off while I suck you.”
“Oh, no. No, that won’t do at all. I want you to fuck me, no matter what happens.”
“Is that so?” Crowley asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes. That’s so.”
“In that case,” Crowley said, going back to lay little kisses on Aziraphale’s prick. “Stop me when you’re getting too close. I want you to come with my cock buried in you.”
“I can do - oh fuck,” Aziraphale moaned when Crowley took him back into his mouth.
One of Aziraphale’s hands were fisted in Crowley’s hair, the other was roaming his body that was on his knees beside Aziraphale. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, Crowley? Mmmm… You’re such a talented little cocksucker. You suck me like you were born to do it, like you’ve been waiting your entire life to suck my dick. Oh, yes, right there.” Crowley touched him there again, and Aziraphale went on. “But your method and skill indicate you’ve had lots of practice. Have you, darling? Have you been a bit of a slut while you waited for me?”
Crowley made a noise around Aziraphale’s cock that was indistinguishable as language.
“It doesn’t matter. Your mouth belongs to me now, doesn’t it? Hnnngh… You’ll only use those amazing cocksucking skills to suck me off, won’t you? Mmmm, and I’m most appreciative.”
His hand hit something cool and surprising, and he realized it was the lubricant. Feeling a burst of inspiration, he fumbled with the bottle until he was able to get some lubricant on his hand, then reached for Crowley’s cock, making him moan.
“Got to get you ready for me, don’t I?” he said, pumping Crowley’s cock slowly, methodically. “If you’re going to fuck me, I have to get you all slicked up, don’t I?”
Crowley was sucking him even more eagerly now, taking him deeper, his fingers more urgent in Aziraphale’s arse. Aziraphale loved it, and was starting to get that powerful feeling back. “Mmm, darling. You’re such a good boy, sucking me like this. You like it, don’t you? You like gobbling my cock, like a greedy -”
Crowley pulled off suddenly, surprising Aziraphale when he caught Aziraphale’s mouth in a kiss that was almost desperate, changing his position so he could be between Aziraphale’s legs.
“You wanted me to lose control, angel, you got it,” he said, slicking himself up again quickly and lining himself up with Aziraphale’s arsehole. “I’m losing my fucking mind to be inside you.”
“You can come inside,” Aziraphale said, spreading his legs wider, pulling his knees towards his chest. “I want you to - ooooh...”
His words dissolved into a moan as Crowley sank into him, inch by glorious inch, stretching him in the most delightful way.
“That alright, angel?”
Aziraphale bit his lip on a smile, his eyes closed, and nodded. “Mhm…”
Crowley froze. “Am I hurting you?”
“Not in the least,” Aziraphale said, pulling his knees back farther, towards his shoulders, so he could take Crowley deeper. “Please, darling… more…”
His love took that directive and obeyed it, plunging deeper at a speed that Aziraphale found almost torturous.
“Oh, fuck, angel,” Crowley said, his eyes screwed shut and teeth bared as he pushed himself deeper. “You feel so good around me, you’re so fucking tight… shit…”
“You feel unbelievable to me, too, Crowley,” Aziraphale said, entirely honestly. “Oh, my love, you fill me so completely, so wholly. I can feel you all through me… give me more…”
Crowley continued to press deeper until his hips were against Aziraphale’s arse. “God, angel. This is… this is unbelievable.”
Aziraphale’s control of the situation - and himself - was tenuous, but he was clinging to it by his fingertips. “You haven’t even fucked me properly, yet.”
“Is that what you want?” Crowley asked, pulling out slowly. “You want me to fuck you properly?”
His eyes were now locked on Aziraphale’s, boring into him, and it made Aziraphale shiver.
“I want you to have your way with me. I want you to fuck me any way you - ah!”
He didn’t get to finish, because Crowley thrust back into him with a sharp, quick thrust. “Like that?”
“Please, Crowley. More… ah! Ah! Mmph!”
His cries and moans were muffled by Crowley, who was kissing him deeply as he fucked into him. His thrusts were moving Aziraphale’s entire body, causing him to make little impact noises. He was relieved when Crowley moved his arms, hooking them into Aziraphale’s arms and holding his legs in place while he fucked into him. That allowed Aziraphale’s hands to be free, and he threaded his fingers through Crowley’s hair as they kissed and Crowley fucked into him, scraping Crowley’s scalp a little with his blunt fingernails. That earned him a noise from Crowley into his mouth, so he did it again - and made a mental note for the future.
Before long, they both needed oxygen, and Crowley backed off the kiss enough to look down at him, still driving into him at a steady pace, his thrusts deep - and hitting Aziraphale’s spot magnificently.
“Is this what you wanted, angel? You wanted me to fuck you like this?”
Aziraphale had thought his grasp of the situation was tenuous a few minutes before, now it was almost insubstantial. “I wanted… oh fuck, Crowley, your cock feels so good…”
“What did you want?” Crowley prompted, his voice choppy. “Tell me what you wanted.”
“I wanted… I wanted you to want me so much you lost control of yourself.”
“Wish granted,” Crowley said.
Those were the last coherent words Aziraphale heard for a while, because Crowley began hammering into him, fucking him with a roughness and passion that left Aziraphale feeling totally unhinged.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes! More! Please, fuck me, Crowley!”
“I am fucking you. I love fucking you, angel. Shit. Nothing has ever been sweeter than your arse…”
“Crowley! Crowley! Ah! Ah! Oh, fuck, darling! Fuck me harder!”
“Harder?” Crowley ground out, before he somehow managed to do just that.
Aziraphale wailed his pleasure, his fingers digging into Crowley’s skin, clinging to him for dear life while his senses were fucked right out of him.
Crowley was groaning, grunting, making all manner of guttural noises that were barely audible over the sounds of their bodies slapping together. Aziraphale had never heard anything more erotic in his entire life.
“Fucking…hnnngh, angel. Fucking… touch yourself,” Crowley commanded. “I’m close, but I don’t want to go over without you. Oh, God, your arse feels so good…”
It took a little maneuvering, but Aziraphale was able to get his hand between their bodies so he could wrap it around his own cock and jerk himself off. Instantly, he was teetering on the brink of bliss.
“Crowley,” he sobbed, completely overcome. “I’m going to come. Please, more…”
Crowley didn’t let up a single iota. “Come for me, angel. Come. Let me watch your face while you lose yourself. Shit… oh God…” he groaned. “Please, angel… please…”
Aziraphale didn’t hear anymore, because his entire body spasmed when he achieved climax. He shouted incoherently, crying Crowley’s name and the name of God, conflating the two. It didn’t matter. He didn’t care. All he could think about, all he was aware of, was the way his very atoms were detonating inside him, exploding him apart in such a way that he seriously doubted he’d survive. He was clinging to Crowley for dear life, his eyes closed while Crowley railed him, extending his climax, wringing him out in the most pleasurable way. He had his mouth open in a silent scream of rapture when Crowley covered it with his own, kissing him for a moment before he went still, his entire body stiffening, whimpering and moaning into Aziraphale’s mouth as he came deep inside Aziraphale’s arse.
They held that position for some time, Crowley buried as deep as he could go, Aziraphale’s knees still beside his head, Crowley’s ragged breaths hot on his face. Aziraphale could feel Crowley trembling, which was fine, because he was trembling just as much. It felt like reality had shifted, like things were going to be completely different now. There was life before Crowley and life with Crowley, and he couldn’t wait to get started on that life.
When Aziraphale opened his eyes, he saw Crowley opening his eyes, as well. His face was lax with pleasure, his breaths still labored, his hair a little sweaty.
Aziraphale had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life.
“I love you,” he said without thinking. He didn’t need to think about it. It was the truest thing he knew.
Crowley’s gorgeous face split into an even more gorgeous smile. “I love you, too, sweetheart,” he said, just before he lowered himself enough to kiss Aziraphale, slow and luxurious.
They kissed until Crowley softened enough to fall out of Aziraphale’s arse, and both of them made a little noise of discontent at that. Aziraphale was loath to break the connection, to break this moment, because he was afraid he might never get it back. So he couldn’t help the little flare of disappointment when Crowley rolled away for a moment, then came back with a tissue.
“We kind of made a mess,” he said, cleaning off Aziraphale’s belly.
“It was a mess I was very happy to make,” Aziraphale said. Then, cautiously, he asked, “Darling?”
Crowley was finishing with the tissue and rolled away. “Yeah?”
“Was that good for you?”
He rolled back, having discarded the tissue, and gave Aziraphale a strange look. “Why would you think it wasn’t?”
“It’s just…”
Crowley chuckled. “Silly little angel,” he said, pulling him into his arms under the covers. “That was…” he sighed. “I don’t even have the words to explain what that was like for me.”
Aziraphale thought for a moment. “I’ve heard people talk about their world being rocked, and I think I experienced that just now.”
“Is that so?” Crowley said, his voice wicked.
“Yes, that’s so. I feel like… I feel like reality shifted while we made love, and it’ll never be the same.” He hesitated again, unsure what else to say.
He didn’t get a chance. “God, I’m glad you said that. I felt the exact same thing. It feels like we, I don’t know. We bonded or something.”
“Yes, I agree.”
“I just know that sex has never been like that for me before.”
“No, me neither.”
Crowley pulled him closer. “And now that I’ve had an experience like that with you, you can rest assured that I won’t be letting you go anytime soon.”
Aziraphale nuzzled in. “I hope you never let me go.”
“I have no intention to,” Crowley said, kissing the side of his head, then letting out a happy sigh. “I love you, angel.”
“I love you, too, darling.”
The two of them lay quietly for a couple minutes. Aziraphale had never experienced peace or comfort the way he was right in this moment. He’d felt peaceful before, yes, and he’d been comfortable, but this was different. This was a serenity in his very soul, and he felt sure that Crowley was right. Something in them had bonded when they made love.
A funny thought occurred to him, and he was unable to help his giggle.
“What’s so funny, my little gigglebox?” Crowley asked, stroking his back lovingly.
“I was just thinking that if someone had told me on the day I took that book to the auction that I would meet Mr. Right - and that he’d buy me…”
It was Crowley’s turn to laugh. “I didn’t buy you, angel. I bought the right to a date with you, if you were willing. But I have to admit, I didn’t expect to meet my soulmate that night.”
“No, I didn’t either. It’s funny how life works out that way.”
“I’m so fucking glad life worked out that way,” he said, squeezing him a little bit. “Hey, angel, do you remember when you offered to give me the book you’d brought?”
“Yes? Do you want it now?”
“No, I don’t want to take it from you, but I’d like for you to keep it. Just as a memento of the night our lives changed.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Aziraphale said.
“Why not?”
“Perhaps I should amend my statement. I’m willing to keep it, but I want it to be ours.”
Crowley beamed at him. “Then it’s ours. Come to think of it, I think everything I own is now ours.”
“I’m in complete agreement,” Aziraphale said, wrapping his arms around Crowley more securely. “Congratulations, darling, you now have part stake in a rare bookshop.”
“Just what I always wanted. That seems like a sound investment, all on its own,” he said, and Aziraphale giggled again until Crowley got his attention again. “Angel?”
“Yes?”
“I didn’t know I wanted you. I didn’t think I wanted anyone. But if I’d had to describe my dream partner, I’d have described you. I love you, and I can’t wait to see what kind of adventures we come up with.”
“I can’t either, darling,” Aziraphale said, his heart bursting with love. He couldn’t help the tears of happiness when Crowley kissed his smile.