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The weight of Aziraphale's body pinning him belly down was a sensation Crowley hadn't realised he'd needed. It anchored him when his heat had him going out of his mind with lust. Kept him in the moment as Aziraphale finally started to move.
Crowley twisted his hands in the sheets and pushed his hips back. Used his body to ask Aziraphale to take what he wanted. What he needed.
Rat bastard ignored him, of course.
Rolled his hips as gentle as pond water lapping at the shore. Peppered kisses soft as spider’s feet across the back of his neck and over each shoulder.
It would have been infuriating if it weren't so damn perfect. The girls that bedded him every month didn't concern themselves with teasing him. Spoiling him. There was no room for tenderness in their dens. They just gave him the old reach around while he fucked himself on their strap-ons and inflated the knot after he'd gotten himself off a few times. Even the cuddle after was cursory at best.
And before them, before he got himself knocked up and stopped fucking around with them altogether, the alphas that he hooked up with in his messy, heat addled hazes were more concerned with getting themselves off than anything else. Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am and out the door the moment their knot had shrunk enough to slip it out of him.
The restraint Aziraphale employed even with a nose full of Crowley's arousal felt like those capital letters things Crowley wanted. Which made him all the more desperate for the proper fucking Aziraphale had promised him.
Being denied was almost too good.
Two minutes in and Crowley was practically vibrating through the mattress, more anticipation than man already. The soft grunts landing directly against his ear weren't helping his blood pressure. Neither were the fingers working their way down his spine and leaving Aziraphale's chest bare in their wake.
Of everything, that was perhaps the most infuriating part. Feeling the warmth of Aziraphale's skin as his shirt finally fell away but not being able to put his hands or his mouth on it. Knowing how well they fit together but not being able to see it. He'd cover his walls in mirrors when they were done. Make sure he never missed a glance again.
The tails of Aziraphale's shirt brushed Crowley's hips and then he watched out of the corner of his eye as it was tossed unceremoniously out of view entirely. The mattress on either side of Crowley's head sank beneath Aziraphale's elbows and he couldn't stifle the whimper in his throat brought on by the up-close view of a fully flexed bicep. It made him feel absolutely fucking feral and he was sinking his teeth into it before he could fully decide if he wanted to try to get a handle on himself or not.
Thank god he didn’t rein himself in.
Biting that meaty arm might've been one of the best choices he'd ever made because the moment he did, Aziraphale used all that extra leverage to give him the cocksleeve treatment he'd been dying for. Knocked a yelp out of him on the first heavy slap of his hips and glued his eyes to the back of his skull with the second. Lit him up like a fucking Christmas tree every time that monster cock split him in two. One with an angel topper and all.
Crowley was certain they were going to bring down the house the way Aziraphale was hammering him. The neighbours were sure to gossip about all the racket. Between the rattle of the cheap IKEA bed frame, the smack of the headboard, and the complete lack of a filter on Crowley's mouth owing to the empty race car bed on the other side of the wall, there was no mistaking the activities taking place in his flat.
He couldn't have cared less.
He hoped the murmurs made it all the way back to Taekwondo. Even bared his throat once again in the hope that Aziraphale might take it and give the mean girls something else to talk about when he sauntered through the door in a low cut top next week.
Aziraphale ignored him, of course, and wrapped an arm beneath Crowley's collarbones instead. Held him fast and snapped his hips and Crowley realised in an instant that Aziraphale had been taking it easy on him. He hadn't truly known what the cocksleeve treatment was until there was nowhere to go. No more sliding forward on the sheets. Nothing shouldering the force of Aziraphale's hips but his own heat-wracked body.
It was everything he hoped it would be.
Crowley sunk his teeth into the crook of Aziraphale's elbow and delighted in how it seemed to chip away at his self-control even more. His hips jerked harder. Faster. Each thrust making that slippery wet heat in Crowley's belly twist tighter and tighter until it finally snapped and rushed out in every direction all at once.
Crowley’s jaw went slack while his throat went tight.
The steady stream of moans and filthy words that had been spewing out of his mouth got stuck somewhere in his chest and came out as little more than creaks instead, each one forced off his tongue by Aziraphale's hips until finally Aziraphale's belly seized against Crowley's back and he went still.
Crowley pulsed and fluttered and spasmed, the weight of his pleasure even heavier than Aziraphale’s body gone rigid on top of him.
Aziraphale’s cock twitched.
His fingers curled and his breath ghosted hot and sweet across Crowley's cheek.
He let out one panicked fuck and in a blink was sitting on his heels, leaving Crowley in a cloud of his musk, empty and whining.
“Sorry,” Aziraphale rasped, breathless.
Crowley did his best to look over his shoulder even though his body was only barely responding to his brain. One good look at Aziraphale, though, had him rolling over entirely.
The normally collected alpha was flushed pink from his cheeks to his belly button. His chest, broad and thick with hair, was heaving like he'd just finished a sprint. His trousers were pulled taut around the middle of his sturdy thighs and the sticky tip of the condom that Crowley couldn't figure out when Aziraphale had put on was leaving a smear on the wool.
“Hard not to come when you smell like that,” Aziraphale said with the look of a hungry wolf. Like he was only barely keeping something viscous at bay.
It was a look that had Crowley ready to run just to see if he’d chase. And what he'd do once he caught him. Fortunately for Aziraphale, and unfortunately for Crowley, his legs were nowhere near functional, the effort of flopping onto his back sapping what little strength hadn't been used up by his orgasm.
He chose to stretch out in the sheets instead like a particularly savoury bit of meat just waiting to be devoured.
Aziraphale ran his thumb over the teeth marks on his arm and grinned. Stood on legs far shakier than Crowley would have imagined they would be and shimmied out of the rest of his clothes. Then he waltzed right out of the room while Crowley was still trying to remember how sentences worked.
Crowley wasn't worried about whether he'd come back or not, which wasn't a feeling he was accustomed to.
But fuck, if he didn't like it.
It put a soft edge to the heat that hadn’t come close to extinguished.
When Aziraphale came back into the bedroom he had a towel in his hand. And the hormones must have been peaking because Crowley felt his lip quiver when Aziraphale crawled back into bed and used it to wipe his belly clean.
“Still ok?” Aziraphale asked, brow furrowed, gaze searching Crowley's face.
Crowley put a hand on Aziraphale's chest and made a sound like a tea kettle. Skimmed one solid pec with his fingers and traced the curve of his waist. Ran a thumb all the way down the length of his absolutely ridiculous cock and paused at the touch of silicone at the end.
“S’this?”
Aziraphale gave Crowley a grin as he tugged his cock and balls to the side to show off the red cord dangling from his taint like a stretchy bolo tie.
“Cock ring.”
Crowley coughed. How he could hear the man say cocksleeve like it was nothing at all and still be surprised by him uttering cock ring, he didn't know, but he was.
“Whu- um. Huh?”
“I’m an alpha. I've only got one in me. I'd rather make it count.”
“But, uhm. When- how did you..?”
“You'd be surprised what all I carry with me in my line of work.” Aziraphale flicked one of the tails hanging below where the thing was cinched up tight below his balls. “I guess I’m gonna need a new demo model, though. Don’t want to make my clients jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“Silicone tends to absorb smells. Their partners aren’t nearly so… eager as you are. Not when they first come to me, at least.”
With a wink Aziraphale turned the soiled side of the towel down and spread it out on the place Crowley's cock had been trapped between his body and the bed. Smoothed it with a palm and nudged Crowley on top of it.
“You never answered my question.”
“Hmm?”
Aziraphale trailed his fingers up and down the inside of Crowley's thigh, each time coming a little closer to where he was fluttering in anticipation, desperate to be fucked again already.
“Still doing ok?
Crowley flopped his legs open wide. Took Aziraphale by the wrist and shoved his hand low until he finally gave in and put his fingers inside Crowley.
The heat was definitely climbing toward a peak.
Just having a couple measly fingers was enough to make Crowley breathe a sigh of relief, all the tension he didn’t realise he was holding in his body spilling out in a pungent cloud of desire.
Aziraphale rubbed circles with his fingertips. Kissed the bony knot at the precipice of Crowley’s shoulder.
“I'll take that as a yes.”
Crowley chewed at his lip. Shook his head from side to side and grimaced as all that spilled tension started to build again.
“Mmm. Not ok. Need you.”
Aziraphale’s breath was sweet against Crowley’s lips and he tasted even sweeter when he leaned down to kiss him. “You've already got me.”
“Need more of you.”
“You've already got all of me.” Aziraphale guided Crowley’s palm to his chest and let him feel the beat of his heart. “What more could you want?”
Crowley’s heat begged to differ even as his heart did a pathetic little pitter-patter beneath his ribs.
A nudge and a pout was all it took to get Aziraphale between his thighs and Crowley didn't take it for granted. He put his fingers in Aziraphale's hair and pulled. Put his palms to every straining muscle in his back to memorise the shape of him. Set a rhythm with two handfuls of an arse that wouldn’t quit and kissed Aziraphale until his beard had rubbed him raw.
The room was hot and muggy with the smell of their passion and it only grew thicker every time Aziraphale drew another orgasm out of Crowley. One by one he chipped away at Crowley’s heat like unearthing a man from a tomb. Took him with his cock and his mouth and his hand. Belly to belly and chest to chest. From behind with his hands wrapped bruise tight around Crowley's hips. Against the kitchen counter after putting a glass of water to his lips.
Over and over until some of the fog started to clear.
“Your knot,” Crowley finally whispered against Aziraphale’s lips as he crawled into his lap, wrung out and halfway to boneless.
“You’re sure?” Aziraphale asked.
“Take this bloody thing off already.” Crowley reached down between his legs and tugged at a rubber tail.
“Oh, God! Not like that!”
Aziraphale swatted Crowley’s hand away but giggled while he did it. It was a sound that put a little wind back in Crowley's sails. He giggled too. Fell onto his back while Aziraphale slipped the cinch free and tugged the cock ring off with a look clearly meant to look menacing but missing by a mile.
“That tightens it, you fiend.”
Crowley rolled onto his belly and tried his best to look alluring as if it weren’t clear from the way Aziraphale's cock was standing up despite its weight how badly he wanted Crowley.
“Sorry,” he murmured against one of the few remaining clean spots on the sheets, the towel that had kept his back clean nearly two hours ago now lost somewhere in the tangle.
Aziraphale wrapped his hand halfway around Crowley's thigh and pulled him back towards where he was leaning up against the headboard.
“Where are you going?”
Crowley lifted his hips enough to show off how ready he was. How badly he needed Aziraphale.
“I want that knot.”
“Get back up here then.”
“Take me.”
It didn't seem to take much effort at all for Aziraphale to drag Crowley up off his belly again and situate him back where he'd been, legs spread wide over the breadth of his thighs. Lips within kissing distance.
“I want you like this.”
“Like this?”
“I want to see you while you take it.” Aziraphale lifted his hips but held Crowley up by the waist so his cock slid into him just an inch. He smirked at the V between Crowley's brows. “What…You've never been knotted face to face before?”
“Do you really want me on top of you for that long?”
“I would love to have you on top of me for that long.” Aziraphale eased his grip. Let Crowley slide down the length of him until his arse was flush with the tops of his legs. “Stay there all night if you want to.”
Crowley wasn't one to argue. Not least of all because watching Aziraphale's eyelids flutter at the gentle rock of his hips was doing something for him that bordered on the divine.
Aziraphale's head lolled. His belly shook. Crowley’s nose filled with something so thick and delicious it made him dizzy.
“I won't last long,” Aziraphale said.
Crowley’s grin kept slipping off his lips but it didn't budge from his eyes. “You lasted all night.”
Aziraphale actually looked flattered. Maybe even a little proud. He squeezed Crowley's arse and for the first time since they fell into bed together, moved in a way that seemed geared toward his pleasure instead of Crowley's.
Despite it, or maybe because of it, that all too familiar heat began to build in Crowley’s belly.
Aziraphale wasn't the only one that wouldn't last long.
Crowley was sure he could get off just watching Aziraphale finally take his fill. He buried his fingers in Aziraphale’s hair and mumbled, “Oh, good boy,” before he could stop himself.
He wasn’t expecting the way those three words land. That they would make Aziraphale gasp and tremble and then tense as he pulsed inside him.
That they would make his teeth sink into the soft place between Crowley's throat and his shoulder.
Enough to bruise but not break.
Enough to send Crowley up to his edge but not over it.
Aziraphale was still throbbing inside him, his face the picture of absolute ecstasy, when he began to swell. Slow to start and then quicker.
Bigger and bigger with every passing second.
Crowley stared down at his own pink belly, jaw loose and eyes wide. In no time at all he was fuller than he’d ever been with any of Ms Sandwich’s girls. And then fuller than he’d ever been with any alpha he’d ever gone home with.
His breath came quick. His fingers dug crescents into Aziraphale’s arms.
“Ohgodohgodohgod.”
Aziraphale wrapped an arm around Crowley’s hips and held him close. Put a palm against Crowley’s belly and spoke softly even though his body was still jerking with waves of pleasure.
“Relax.”
“I can't.”
“Just breathe.”
“Oh fuck.” Crowley’s head tipped back. His heart pounded. Nothing in his life could compare to the feeling of Aziraphale’s knot. It was fucking phenomenal. And his body wasn’t letting it go anywhere. He found himself clenching around it whether he wanted to or not.
The fingers on his belly clawed.
Aziraphale’s forehead hit his chest.
“Oh God.”
The pressure was still building and Crowley could see himself inching toward one last plunge. One more head to toe orgasm that would leave him aching when he woke up in the morning.
“I'm gonna come again. Angel, I'm gonna-”
Aziraphale had drained him dry an hour ago, but still Crowley came one more time, cock pulsing and body clenching around a knot that only made the sensation stronger.
Aziraphale’s head tipped the opposite direction and hit the headboard as he let out another strained, “Oh God.” When he folded Crowley against his chest, he could feel the way Aziraphale’s heart slammed against his ribs and it was only with the sound of it filling his ears that he recognized the throb inside him that matched it instead of his own pulse.
Crowley grinned and squeezed around Aziraphale’s knot just to hear him gasp again.
“I thought you only had one in you.”
Aziraphale ran his fingers through Crowley’s hair. Took a deep, deep breath and sighed. “Guess I should’ve known it would be different with you.”