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Crowley woke up pressed against Aziraphale’s broad back and rounded arse, arm across his ribs and pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder. The beeping of an alarm went off and Aziraphale stirred, grabbing his phone to turn off the sound.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Crowley whispered and heard message notifications pinging Aziraphale’s phone.
“Good morning, darling,” said a sleepy voice. “Ugh, it’s too early for so many messages,” he grumbled and ignored his phone. “My apologies, the do not disturb turns off when my alarm rings,” he turned around to face Crowley and blue eyes crinkled.
“I love this, waking up with you,” Crowley said and stiffened, lines forming between his brows. “Shit- did I-” he scrunched his eyes shut. “I asked you to touch me and came all over you and passed out- ngkghn-”
“Crowley, darling, you were exhausted, you served on two search and rescues in the most horrendous weather- my dearest, I was delighted to take care of you.”
“I'm so embarrassed. You barely touched me and I came-”
Aziraphale ran a thumb along Crowley’s jawline and threaded his fingers into silky red hair. “It’s because of my magic touch,” a sparkling blue eye winked, his full lips grinning. “Please look at me, Crowley. I love how your body responded to me.”
“You're not upset or disappointed with me?” Crowley asked.
“No, Crowley, and you shouldn't be either. There's no rule that dictates the proper amount of time it takes to orgasm,” he giggled. “Besides, now that you're rested, I would like to touch you again, perhaps put my mouth on you,” Aziraphale said and kissed him gently. His phone pinged again and Aziraphale rolled his eyes, groaning.
“Why don't you see what's going on? I'm going to jump in the shower and be back in a few minutes,” Crowley kissed him again. “To continue from last night.”
“Hurry back, darling,” Aziraphale said and watched Crowley’s slim hips swaying across the room.
Anathema texted updates regarding the events of the previous night. Newt was alright. The skier who'd survived had a concussion and would make a full recovery. His wife was grateful for their valiant rescue. Aziraphale stood and looked out the window at the fog. Anathema called him and he put her on speaker.
“I saw that you read my messages, so you're awake then?” She said rather than asked.
“Good morning, and yes, awake,” he said, hearing the shower turning off in the bathroom. “How is Newt doing today?”
“Resting. Going to take the day off to sleep,” she said.
“And you're alright,?” Aziraphale asked. The bathroom door opened and soft footsteps walked across the room, he was about to turn around but felt warm hands on his shoulders and Crowley inches behind him.
“Yes, loads of paperwork in my future but that's a later problem. I wanted to make sure you knew what was happening. You'll tell Crowley? How is he?”
“Excellent,” Crowley said from behind him, and Aziraphale felt him press against his back, strong hands circling his body, a hot mouth trailing kisses down his neck.
“Oh good, you’ve worked things out then?” they both heard the relief and the grin in her voice.
“Yes,” Aziraphale tried not to growl as Crowley’s mouth now kissed along his shoulder blade.
“Listen, I don’t want to see either of you on shift for the next two days, understood? If you choose to ski in this shit, don’t you dare come into the office. If you’re smart, you’ll stay in bed together and make each other scream. Yes?” She was so matter of fact about it that Crowley chuckled. Aziraphale let out a giggle an octave higher than usual as Crowley grabbed a palm full of his arse cheek.
“You got it, boss,” Crowley said and Aziraphale hung up the phone. “Now, is it ok that I'm touching you? Should have asked permission, but after last night I presume-” Crowley kissed along Aziraphale’s lower back again, making him wiggle.
“Darling, you have permission to do whatever you want to me,” Aziraphale whispered as Crowley ran his fingers along his inner thighs. His legs wobbled and he steadied himself against the window sill.
Crowley turned him around, kneeled and looked up at him, golden eyes filled with desire. “You are perfect, angel, exquisite, especially this here,” he kissed just under the gentle swell of his belly. “And here,” he kissed along each hip and caressed there with his thumbs down to his inner thigh. “This is magnificent,” he kissed the side of Aziraphale’s cock and nuzzled it with his cheek. “So full and delicious,” he licked along its length making Aziraphale moan and grind his hips forward. “Eager now, are we, angel?” he chuckled and wrapped his hands around soft hips.
“I- please, Crowley,” Aziraphale whispered hoarsely and his head fell back against the window when he felt Crowley’s mouth on him. He couldn’t contain the sounds he was making, his knees wobbled and he placed his hands on Crowley’s shoulders. He tried not to buck his hips too much into Crowley’s mouth as Crowley sucked and swirled his tongue along his cock, one of his hands now gently playing with his balls.
“I don’t mind you moving your hips, love,” Crowley said, removing his mouth briefly and indulging in kissing each hip.
“Crowley, you tease, I want more- please,” he whispered and that got a chuckle out of Crowley before he returned his mouth to his cock and sucked hard. Aziraphale grabbed fistfuls of Crowley’s hair and moaned, unable to stop grinding his hips. “I’m- Crowley- do you want me to- in your?” his voice faltered then and he made more pleased sounds as Crowley increased the pressure of his mouth. Not wanting to yank too hard on Crowley’s hair he grabbed onto his shoulders as he came hard, crying out. Crowley did not remove his mouth until his shudders subsided. Aziraphale’s knees wobbled and Crowley’s arms wrapped around his body, his head pressed at his solar plexus.
“Come lay down,” Crowley stood up and tugged him to the bed, pushing him gently back against the pillows and laying on top of him, propped up on his elbows. “Angel,” a slow kiss followed. “Can I fuck you?”
“Mmm yes please, but kiss me again,” Aziraphale slid his tongue into Crowley’s mouth and wrapped his arms around his body pulling him closer. “It’s been a long time for me, Crowley-” he whispered, breathless.
“For me, too, love. We'll take our time, sweet angel. You heard the boss, we’re not allowed to leave this bed,” he grinned against Aziraphale’s giggling mouth.
He rolled off Aziraphale still kissing him and trailed one hand down his body, caressing his still-soft cock and his balls. He nudged one of Aziraphale’s knees up, bending his leg, and wrapped his hand around a plush arse cheek.
“Your arse is the most luscious thing I’ve ever seen. I love your body so much,” Crowley kissed him again and caressed his fingers along Aziraphale’s hamstring, making him shudder and moan. “Where’s your lube?”
Aziraphale froze and blue eyes widened apologetically. “Fuck, Crowley, I don’t have any, I haven’t needed it- I’ll buy some next time we go to town,” his face fell and Crowley kissed his jaw gently. “Uh, I have olive oil in the kitchen- I also don’t have condoms-” his golden brows knitted together. “This came rather as a surprise, you see- a very welcome surprise, mind you.”
“No stress, angel, we can wait. I'm more than content laying here, kissing you all day,” Crowley nuzzled his shoulder.
“I've wanted you to fuck me since our first t-bar ride. Those were my favourite moments every morning,” Aziraphale’s lip hinted at a smile.
“Mine too,” Crowley grinned at him. “Why do you think I suggested sharing that awful contraption?” Crowley kissed the tip of his nose. “I haven’t been with anyone since my last test and I’m clean, Aziraphale. So I don’t need a condom,”
“Neither do I,” Aziraphale tucked a piece of Crowley’s chin length hair behind his ear. “Please, I want you to continue- I'll go get the olive oil, if you're ok using that?”
“Don’t move, angel, I'll get it,” he said and went to the kitchenette to pour some oil into a small glass. His gaze roamed over Aziraphale’s body. “You're gorgeous- the hours I spent fantasizing about your arse,” Crowley breathed laying back down. “So many showers wanking myself.”
“Probably not more than I did, imagining your face, your mouth, all of you,” Aziraphale giggled and shivered as Crowley palmed his arse.
He kissed along Aziraphale’s neck and shoulder, pushing him onto his side and pressing his own body against his back, like a spoon. “I’m never letting you slip away. I don’t care where we end up, as long as I’m with you I’m home,” he grazed the back of Aziraphale’s shoulder with his teeth, hearing pleased sounds again.
“Stay like this, angel,” Crowley sat up and brought the glass of olive oil closer, then dipped his fingers in it and laid back down behind Aziraphale, his fingers settling themselves along the crease of his arse, slicking it. He dipped his fingers in the oil several more times to make sure he had lubed Aziraphale enough and began gently rubbing a fingertip around him. Aziraphale bent his leg forward giving Crowley better access and sucked in breaths losing himself to the sensations.
Crowley caressed his perineum, the base of his balls, and back to his entrance. He pulled his fingers away and kneaded his arse cheeks, groaning in satisfaction and whispering, “glorious arse.” He continued kissing and grazing Aziraphale’s shoulder and neck with his teeth gently, playing with his hole. “I’m going to put one in, alright?”
Aziraphale moaned out a yes and felt the delicious pressure as Crowley slid a finger in to the first knuckle. “Hmmm, it’s good-” he breathed and pushed his body back against Crowley’s. “So good.”
Crowley opened him up gently and slowly, kissing the base of his neck, his shoulder, whispering loving words into his ear that had Aziraphale whimpering.
“Crowley, please I want to kiss you-” he pleaded and Crowley pulled out his fingers so Aziraphale could turn around and face him. He slipped all three back in and covered Aziraphale’s mouth with his, relishing his loud moan.
Crowley bent his fingers and found Aziraphale’s prostate, caressing it gently, relentlessly, making him cry out. His cock hard and leaking again. He pressed his fingers down a fraction more and Aziraphale’s hips rolled.
“Anthony, darling- Crowley I need you inside me now,” he whispered hoarsely and grabbed fistfuls of sheets. Crowley slid his fingers out little by little and settled on his knees between Aziraphale's legs.
“Will you be alright like this?” He asked, lifting Aziraphale’s leg over his shoulder.
“Mmm, yes, I want to see you fucking me, your beautiful face-” he breathed and grinned, eyes filled with desire.
Witnessing Aziraphale turned on, moaning low in his throat, eyes half closed, and chest flushed pink ignited Crowley’s heart. He pressed the head of his cock against Aziraphale, filling his hands with soft arse cheeks, spreading them, and pressing inside him, a satisfied growl escaping his throat.
“You are bliss, so hot and perfect,” he whispered and locked his gaze on blue eyes and parted full lips, sliding deeper still, filing Aziraphale completely and pausing there, until he adjusted to the sensations.
“So worth waiting for, darling,” Aziraphale smiled lazily.
Crowley cradled his hands around Aziraphale’s hips and began sliding in and out of him, angling himself to give his angel maximum sensation. Aziraphale tipped his head back into the pillow, bringing his hands to his face, moaning loudly. His cock hard and leaking. Crowley set a pace that would allow himself to last longer, drawing out Aziraphale’s pleasure until he came.
“Crowley-” he heard his name over and over on Aziraphale’s lips as he brought him over the edge, his cum spilling all over his belly. “Please, I want you to come hard inside me,” he moaned and Crowley increased his pace, taking his pleasure knowing he'd satisfied his angel.
He snapped his hips releasing himself, losing himself to the waves rushing through his body. Laying down beside Aziraphale strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him against a sticky, beloved body.
They lay wrapped in each other until their stomachs grumbled loudly.
“Let's make lunch?” Aziraphale giggled. “I'll grab us a towel,” he slid out of bed returning with a wet cloth and wiping Crowley off, then himself.
Crowley borrowed one of Aziraphale’s t-shirts and boxers, grinning at him as he slid into them.
“I'll run home later and get a change of clothes and my toothbrush,” he said cooking eggs and hash browns.
“I'll walk with you if you'd like,” Aziraphale said setting the table and putting on some quiet music.
They ate gazing at each other and grinning, sipping coffee, planning another soak in the hot tub afterward.
“Perhaps we could go to town tomorrow instead of waiting until Wednesday?” Aziraphale asked when they sat in the steaming water.
“Sure, angel,” Crowley leaned into a rugged shoulder.
“And go for a fancy lunch date at a winery? If you'd like to have a date with me?”
“I would very much like that,” Crowley sat up and turned towards Aziraphale. “I need to tell you something about that-” Crowley started and then stopped, organizing his thoughts.
“About what, darling?” Aziraphale asked, making lazy circles up and down Crowley’s thigh under the water..
“I wasn’t going to say anything because I don’t want to upset you, because it’s not your fault. It’s my fault, really. But I can see how you might be upset anyway- but I’m going to tell you because-” Crowley couldn't stop the onslaught of words even as he saw Aziraphale’s brows knitting together and his fingers stilled on his leg. “Because when we didn’t talk about things we put each other through hell for the better part of a month-” he ran a wet hand through his hair, pulling strands out of the tie that was keeping it captive.
“Crowley, please just say it, whatever it is,” Aziraphale placed a hand on his chest. “Because I’m already making up stories in my head about what this could be.”
“You've said before that you wanted to go on proper dates together-” he inhaled and exhaled looking up for what he didn’t know. Hoping to find his courage on the ceiling? “That evening we walked home from the pub before you told me about Uriel, I was going to ask you out on a date that I had planned for our day off,” Crowley reached out his hand to cradle Aziraphale’s cheek, thumb grazing his trembling lower lip.
“Oh Crowley, and I ruined it,” he looked down, his blue eyes filling with tears.
“No, angel, you simply told me about your plans,” Crowley tipped up Aziraphale’s golden head so he could meet his eyes again. “I was the one who decided in that instant that I wasn't worthy of you and that you'd chosen someone else. That’s all on me. I’ve learned how important communicating is.”
“I should have clarified that it was strictly business related, my dearest, that part is my fault,” Aziraphale inhaled a quivering breath. “And your worthiness has never come into the equation, Crowley, it’s yours no matter what.”
“I understand that now,” he chuckled and kissed away all other words, pulling away when he felt a shudder wrack Aziraphale’s body.
Crowley cupped Aziraphale’s rounded cheeks, his thumb brushing way a runaway tear.
“Angel- angel, Aziraphale, what is it?” Crowley asked gently.
Aziraphale opened his eyes and stared into Crowley’s. “It just hit me again how close we came to not having this- you and me- us,” another tear rolled down his cheek and Crowley wiped it away. “It’s strange, like a grief for what the what ifs- because I wasn’t clear enough in what I said. It doesn’t make sense.”
“Sweetheart, not all emotions make sense, especially grief. We figured it out, don’t beat up on yourself,” Crowley kissed the tip of his nose.
“I promise I will always communicate with you about everything, no matter how hard the conversation,” Aziraphale laid his palm on Crowley’s heart.
“Yes. I promise, too,” Crowley smiled into blue eyes and Aziraphale’s shoulders relaxed. “I love you,” he kissed soft lips. “We’ve still got the first half thousand kisses to catch up on,” he grinned.
“We most certainly do. Thank you, my dearest, for listening and for everything, really,” Aziraphale kissed along Crowley’s jaw.
“Alright now?” Crowley asked, a low moan escaping his lips.
Aziraphale hummed and pulled him into his lap and hugged him tightly. “I love you so much, Anthony Crowley. Let's go to the same place you had planned for our date, please?”
“Of course, angel. I'll call later and make sure they have a table for tomorrow. For now I'm not moving from this spot,” he sighed contentedly.
“Crowley?” Aziraphale asked when their fingers looked like prunes and they were drying off.
“Hmm?”
“Do you prefer to top or bottom?”
“No preference, why?” Crowley saw the heated look Aziraphale give him and all his blood diverted between his legs.
“Because I'd like to take you back to bed now-” he pressed his damp softness against Crowley’s back, and nudged him to walk forward to the bed. “And have my way with you- if you'd like, of course, darling.”
“Oh I'd very much like, my insatiable, sweet angel,” Crowley growled
“I love the lines of your body,” Aziraphale whispered as he kissed down Crowley’s shoulder and ran his fingers down his sides, eliciting shivers. His fingers traced Crowley’s hip lines “and these lines make my mouth water.”
Crowley sucked in a breath and quivered under the gentle touch. “Angel, I want to touch you, too,” he whispered, voice cracking as Aziraphale traced along the front of his hips while pressing his erection to Crowley’s back.
“Mmm, my dearest, turn around,” Aziraphale whispered and Crowley faced him, catching his mouth in a slow kiss, wrapping his arms around his strong back and trailing them down to palm his arse.
Aziraphale giggled against his mouth and pulled back a fraction. “It's my turn to make you feel good, and I'd like to start with your arse,” his blue eyes sparkled and Crowley's knees wobbled. “Let's lay you down,” he guided Crowley back against the bed and laid him down, nudging his knees apart and bringing the soles of his feet together. “So lovely,” he whispered, sinking to his knees on the floor at the edge of the bed and kissing up a slim calf.
Aziraphale caressed and kissed his inner thighs, leaving wet kisses and grazing with his teeth. Crowley arched his back at the sensations and tried to grind his hips forward, but the bend of his legs restricted his movement. He growled and looked down at Aziraphale’s grinning eyes as he kissed his way up to his left hip.
“You know I can't move much like this-” he moaned as a gentle hand slid down his thigh again, grazing just below his arse with fingernails.
“Do you mind? I can straighten your legs-” Aziraphale stopped, concern lacing his voice. “If you don't feel safe-”
“It's just sweet torture, angel, how you're touching me. Don't stop-”
“You'll tell me if you don't like something?” Aziraphale licked the base of Crowley's balls hearing a loud whimper.
“Uh huh, if my brain doesn't ooze out first- aaahhh-” Crowley sighed as a a warm tongue licked at his perineum.
“Because, my beautiful Anthony, I only want to give you pleasure,” Aziraphale slicked him with olive oil and circled his fingers around. “And you're so gorgeous,” he pressed one finger at the entrance. “The sounds you make for me.” He slipped the finger in and pressed more kisses against his thighs.
Crowley rolled his body against the bed and cried out. “Fuck, angel-” his cock ached for release and he wanted to touch himself, but he heard Aziraphale’s giggle and a warm hand grasped his hand out of the way.
“You just enjoy yourself, my darling, I've got you,” Aziraphale’s warm tone caressed his ears and he felt a second finger slip in and more kisses along his perineum and up to the base of his cock.
“I want-” Crowley’s voice sounded hoarse and pleading.
“I know what you want,” a delighted giggle sounded as Aziraphale glided his fingers back and forth, agonizingly slow. “I'll oblige-” another leisurely lick to his perineum “when you're ready.”
“Ahhh, and you'll- decide that?” Crowley groaned at the sensations, a wide grin on his face.
“Mmmm if you'll allow me,” Aziraphale's voice sounded husky between kisses to Crowley’s heated skin.
“Always,” Crowley breathed and arched his back as a hot mouth sucked down on his cock and a third finger slipped inside him. He was lost to sensation and the sounds of his own pleasure filling the space.
Aziraphale’s masterful tongue and fingers carried him higher and higher until the tension burst in his body and he cried out in release, quaking inside while a gentle hand cradled his hip. When Crowley’s body relaxed Aziraphale slipped his fingers out and removed his mouth from his cock, trailing kisses up the sensitive skin of his stomach.
“Holy fuck, you’re magnificent when you come, Crowley, hmmmmm” he whispered, climbing onto the bed.
“Angel, please don’t stop- I want you to fuck me,” a lazy grin spread on Crowley’s face and he tried flipping over onto his stomach but felt like a limp jellyfish.
“Do you want me at your back?” Aziraphale knelt beside him and when Crowley nodded, helped him turn over and lifted his hips in the air. “I like this view,” he pressed a kiss to Crowley’s arse cheek, rubbing a circle around his hole with his fingers again, then settling his cock there. “If it’s too much-”
“Mmm, it’s not too much, I want you to fuck me hard-” Crowley moaned and pushed his hips back as Aziraphale slid inside him easily. “Hard and fast- please.”
Aziraphale wrapped his hands around Crowley’s hips and set a fast rhythm, his moans filling Crowley’s ears. He adjusted his angle to rub Crowley’s prostate and Crowley bit into his pillow, groaning loudly. “I won’t last long- ah” Aziraphale breathed but didn’t slow his pace, giving into Crowley’s desire.
Aziraphale’s orgasm rose in him like a riptide and he cried out, snapping his hips into Crowley. He slowed, rolling them more gently as his body quaked, sliding his hands up Crowley’s back and then laying down, spooning his slim, muscular body.
“You are magic,” Crowley whispered and laced his fingers with Aziraphale’s across his belly. “Never felt so much pleasure all at once.”
Aziraphale had no words left and just placed a kiss on a slim shoulder and hummed.
~oOo~
They walked into the restaurant at the winery on the lake early the following afternoon, hands laced together. A familiar face greeted Crowley with a bright smile.
“Crowley! How lovely to see you!”
“Maggie!” Crowley grinned and gave Maggie a quick hug. “What are you doing here?”
“You’re looking at their new sommelier, just started last week,” she puffed up her chest, grinning widely. “And I see you’ve met someone,” her smiling eyes landed on Aziraphale and he grinned back.
“I have. This is Aziraphale,” Crowley said affectionately. “My- I guess we haven’t decided on an official uh- my partner, if he’ll indulge me?” he looked questioning into blue eyes and they crinkled at him, nodding.
“So lovely to meet you, Maggie,” Aziraphale held out his hand but she hugged him instead.
“We’ve been waiting for Crowley to find a good man to share his heart with,” she said. “Nina will be so pleased!” Maggie nearly squealed.
“These things can’t be rushed,” Crowley slid a hand around Aziraphale, tugging him closer.
“Don’t I know it!” she said pointedly. “You witnessed all my dating disasters until I met Nina.”
“Sounds like you two have known each other for a long time?” Aziraphale asked.
“Since I moved here,” Crowley said. “I was going to take you to meet Maggie but the wine at her old winery was shit,” he laughed. "We'll plan lunch or dinner soon, eh?"
“Yes! Let's do that! And you’re not wrong about that old place, Crowley,” she laughed. “I’m so glad I finally got out of there. I love it here. Let me show you to your table and I’ll bring you a bottle of our best red on the house. To celebrate you and Aziraphale.”
They sat at a table by the window overlooking the lake. Rain dripped down the glass and wind rattled the bushes outside, but Aziraphale’s smile lit up the room like the sun. He reached across the table and Crowley took his hand.
“I want forever with you, Anthony, I know it’s only been a short while but I know it's you,” he said with deep emotion in his voice. His words wrapped themselves around Crowley’s heart like a warm blanket.
“You have me, angel, wherever we go next, you have me forever,” Crowley squeezed his hand and lifted his glass as they toasted each other.