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For the briefest moment, as the rain began to fall, both Aziraphale and Crawly had thought it would be Holy Water.
It was why Crawly decided to take the offered sheltered wing, despite the fact that as his enemy, by rights he should have expected the angel to do what angels are supposed to do, and smite him. In preparation for that moment, one of the first rules Satan had given them was don’t let the enemy catch you unawares . Don’t engage head-on. Sneak up from behind, play dirty, and show no mercy.
Well. Crawly had Fallen for not following the rules before, he didn’t know why anyone expected him to start because he was under new management.
Besides, why had no one told him how pretty the adversary was? He had seen angels, he remembered the coldness in Michael’s eyes, the poison in Gabriel’s smile, and the less that could be said about the ruthlessness of Sandalphon, the better. But watching the guardian of the eastern gate flit about the newly created animals and fawn over deer, butterflies, and owls, the way the sun would light up and make his hair glow like a halo, and how he still spoke to Adam and Eve with care in his voice after they made Her mad…
Crawly had to go say something to him.
How could he be expected to see something beautiful, and go, ‘ oh, of course, that’s my enemy, I better not say anything’. Ridiculous. If Above and Below really wanted to keep the sides separate, they would have kept angels on the other side of the galaxy, or made it so they couldn’t speak the same language. So how forbidden could it be?
Talking to the angel, Aziraphale , was easy. He was a natural conversationalist, and Crawly liked being able to debate someone without fear they would try and set him on fire, unlike a certain newly named Duke of Hell that he knew.
But as the clouds rolled in, and the sky darkened, all the demon could think was, Well. This is it. Glad at least I could see something pretty before I dissolve.
Only the water didn’t fall on him. He didn’t sizzle and dissolve. For a wing had been lifted over him, and from the very angel, he was meant to consider his enemy! How could he be expected to fight someone so interesting? How could he be meant to go against Aziraphale when he smiled like that?
Crawly came to a pretty steadfast conclusion. He wasn’t going to fight Aziraphale. It didn’t make any sense to.
He meant to turn to Aziraphale and share this, but when he turned all his musings rather sizzled and dissolved.
While he had avoided most of the not-holy-water, Aziraphale hadn’t bothered to raise a wing and shield himself. His robes were a pristine white, and the water turned them near translucent. They clung to his body, showing off curves and rolls that he needed to sink his teeth into right that instant. No one had any business looking that delectable, least of all an angel!
That settled it.
If Crawly weren’t meant to lust after Aziraphale, Aziraphale wouldn’t be so inspiring, so kind, so beautiful. It was everything heaven was supposed to be. By trade, Crawly was a possessive demon. All this sin-inducing softness, this beauty, it had to be his and his alone. No other angel, demon, or mortal should be privy to the veritable feast before his eyes. He was a serpent poised to strike.
“Seems that you have yourself in a spot of trouble,” He said, passing off his leer as a glance of concern.
Aziraphale looked down, seeming to realize his state. There was a belated shiver, his arms going to his shoulders.
“Goodness, I suppose you are right,” Aziraphale blushed. It was a pretty pink flush, one that spread to his neck. How far down would it go? Crawly would not be satisfied until he found out.
“Well, ‘m all about reciprocation,” The demon said, mentally congratulating himself for forming full sentences with the most tempting thing in creation in arm’s reach. “So how about I get us down, and I’ll make sure you’re dried off?”
Aziraphale seemed to mull over his words, but another shiver wracked his frame and made up his mind. “That would be rather lovely,” He acquiesced. The angel took the demon’s arm, and they made their way down the wall.
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Goodness, Aziraphale reflected, he really was a lucky angel indeed! He had been cautious when the demon slithered up to speak to him, but it turned out he needn’t worry at all! Crawly was perfectly amiable, and Aziraphale didn’t understand why the archangels had warned him against speaking to any demons. He had been told rather plainly that any demon seen should be dealt with in hand, but well.
When the graying clouds rolled in, the angel’s first thought had been that the almighty would rain down Holy Water. He hadn’t wanted Crawly to melt away! Truth be told, Aziraphale quite agreed with his point about not knowing what was so bad about knowing the difference between Good and Evil. Neither Adam nor Eve hurt each other. They had instead turned to each other, clothed each other, and even now were protecting each other in the world beyond the garden. But Aziraphale knew better than to say such things out loud, afterall, best to not dwell on such things. Put it out of mind. There were other things to focus on besides, namely wondering why the demon made him rather tongue-tied.
Aziraphale glanced at the demon, as the water - not holy water - just water - fell around them. Crawly had beautiful, flowing hair. What would it feel like, if Aziraphale were to run his fingers through it? The demon had such broad shoulders, and sturdy arms. Could he hold on, and cling to him? The angel could remember seeing the way Adam held Eve, the way she could lay in his arms, and smile up at him with such joy. None of the other angels had looked at him with kindness, they just told him to get to work and not to make a mess of things. But this demon had smiled at him, had seemed proud he gave his sword away, and even reassured him that he had done the right thing!
Surely, if Aziraphale were meant to think of Crawly as an enemy, the demon would not have said such kind things to him? How could Aziraphale be expected to strike the demon down when he made the angel feel so at ease?
Aziraphale was sure that it was not necessarily proper for an angel to hold such thoughts or desires, but he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if he could lay in his arms, just like he had seen Adam and Eve do. They made each other happy! And Crawly made Aziraphale happy!
He, therefore, didn’t think twice before lifting his wing to offer shelter to his new companion. As the rain subsided, Aziraphale didn’t realize that by not covering himself, he was now completely drenched!
Good lord - he glanced down in dismay. His garment had soaked completely through! This would be such a nightmare to clean.
“Why don’t I help you down?” Aziraphale looked up, realizing that Crawly was still with him. He was glad, there had been a moment where he thought the demon may just slither back down into Hell, temptation accomplished.
“Help me down?” The angel repeated.
Crawly nodded. “You helped me out, just now. Least I can do is return the favor. I can help you down, dry you off.”
Aziraphale’s eyes shone. “That would be so kind of you!”
Although he meant it as a compliment, Crawly winced. “Best not to say that angel, I don’t want that kind of reputation.”
“Oh, of course! How very silly of me,” Aziraphale tittered. He paused. “Angel?”
“Well, you are, aren’t you?” Crawly made a little hand gesture, “You gave me a wing, and you look -” He cut himself off. It would not be done to say You look like the most tempting thing I have ever seen.
“You look angelic, like the way someone wants an angel to look,” Crawly said instead. It did make Aziraphale smile again, and that radiance was all he needed.
They made quick work of floating down, settling in a clearing. No animals were near them, but they were surrounded by beautiful lush trees. There was no wind, but the grass below them swayed.
As they settled in, Crawly dried the angel off with a miracle. Aziraphale thanked him, and neither moved.
"You know," Crawly brought up, deciding to push his luck, "I believe there are still a few berries around."
"Berries?"
The demon nodded. "Yeah, you know. To snack."
Aziraphale had never had a snack before, and said as such to his new companion. Crawly’s eyes widened.
"You should!" He urged, now walking about to find some of the fruits he saw earlier. Aziraphale trailed behind him, eager. "They taste great."
"I didn't know angels or demons could eat," Aziraphale wondered.
Finally, Crawly stopped in front of a plant with little red fruits. Eve had told him they were called strawberries, and they grew from funny looking plants. Plants were interesting to him. They held the power to yield fruits, or poison. One plant alone caused Adam and Eve to leave the garden. Well, he did. But the plant helped. Only now he was tempting a fetching angel into his first bite of food, and it looked as though he was succeeding.
“Let me tempt you,” he purred, and delighted in the pinked flush that broke out across the angel’s face. Just as lovely as the first time, as he suspected.
Aziraphale took the fruit, and their hands brushed together. The contact made them both pause - neither had really touched before, or been touched. It was nice. There was a mutual camaraderie born from being the only two in the garden, the only two supernatural entities on earth. The touch was grounding. It felt like home, in a way that heaven and hell were not. All this was communicated between the two, without either needing to give it voice.
The angel brought the fruit to his lips, and Crawly watched as Aziraphale slowly began to taste the offered morsel. His eyes widened, then closed in bliss. A moan - a moan! - escaped him unconsciously as he tasted the fruit.
“It’s delightful!” Aziraphale enthused, raptured by the experience. “Truly nothing else like this!”
Crawly’s voice was dry. “That so?”
Delighted, Aziraphale nodded. “Oh, you must try some!”
The demon moved closer. He was possessed by this angel, and could stand it no longer. One of his hands moved under his chin, tilting Aziraphale’s face to look up at him.
“Can I have a taste?” He whispered. Aziraphale swallowed, knowing full well he did not mean the fruit.
Aziraphale, while never having kissed anyone before, had seen Adam and Eve do so. He knew how kissing had led to other things , which resulted in her expecting . While Aziraphale knew such things were not meant for him, there was still a part of him that wondered. What could it be like to have someone to kiss, to share in moments of passion with, to love and feel loved?
He had heard of ‘the pleasures of the flesh’...
If they were anything like the berry he just consumed…
“Yes,” Aziraphale whispered.
Crawly leaned in, tasting the fruit on his lips. It felt divine! Aziraphale let out a surprised noise, never having kissed before. The noise encouraged the demon, who slowly backed him up to the tree. His back hit the tree, which was useful, because the kissing was turning his knees weak and it was helpful to lean against the tree for support.
Aziraphale’s arms reached up to gently cup Crawly’s face, and he then felt compelled to wrap his arms around his neck. It was so lovely to be able to hold him close. He’d had to raise his arms up, for the demon was a little taller than him. With a demon in front of him, pinning him to a tree, arms around his waist, he should have felt closed in. He should have felt on edge being cornered like this by the enemy. But that was not the case.
Crawly made him feel safe.
Another moan escaped the angel’s mouth at the realization, but it was muffled by his companion, who made a low groan of his own. Finally, Aziraphale felt too overwhelmed, too dizzy to keep kissing, and gently leaned his face back ever so slightly. Unnecessarily, he took a few gasps, trying to catch his breath.
Crawly took a moment to look at him, just look, and Aziraphale was caught by how beautifully his eyes seemed to glow so close to him. He didn’t need to take a moment to breathe, instead he ducked his face to kiss along his jaw. The demon began to suck, and started to nibble with his teeth, as if Aziraphale was one of the very fruits that Adam and Eve had been tempted to eat! Crawly then found a spot on his jaw, where it met his neck, and Aziraphale cried out. It shot a wave of heat, arousal curling inside of him with no outlet or effort to perk in interest.
A sound that seemed oddly like a chuckle emerged from Crawly at that, and before Aziraphale could admonish him for unsportsmanlike teasing, he pressed his advantage, giving a harsher bite. Aziraphale’s train of thought was much interrupted, and he quickly forgot the sharp rebuke he meant to give as his knees buckled. Were Crawly not holding him so, the angel would have fallen to the garden’s floor.
Crawly finally permitted him respite, drawing back to take a few unnecessary breaths. The demon gave him a look - one that seemed to be a mix between a smirk and joy. “Delicious,” He said, and Aziraphale blushed at the compliment.
“I enjoyed that,” Aziraphale replied, as if there had been any doubt.
“‘M glad,” Crawly said, humoring him anyway. “You know, if you want, there’s more to do.”
Aziraphale’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “More?” He furrowed his brow, in confusion. “I didn’t think angels or demons were… allowed to have more.”
Crawly snorted. “If we weren’t allowed to, they’d have told us. Did your lot ever say anything?”
He had a point, and Aziraphale told him as such.
Emboldened, Crawly continued, “Besides, if they didn’t want us to, they wouldn’t have given us these corporations, or let us customize them with whatever effort we were thinking of! And - and - they wouldn’t have given us sensitive spots,” his eyes flicked over his neck, and Aziraphale blushed at the recent memory, “Or let you look - look-”
His voice trailed off. Aziraphale felt an unangelic burst of pride.
“Let me look like what?” He asked.
Crawly didn’t speak right away, but he did reach forward to hold Aziraphale’s face once more. He leaned in to kiss him once more. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was deep. It held passion. He broke it off to look into his eyes. When he spoke, his breath could be felt against Aziraphale’s lips.
“Like everything I could want,” He hissed, “I’m a demon, but I’ve never felt such lust before, not until I saw you.”
The admission made Aziraphale take a little gasp of breath. It wasn’t necessary, he didn’t need to breathe, but it was a way to channel how overwhelmed he was in a way that his partner could understand.
“Crawly,” He whispered, feeling brave enough to initiate their next kiss. “Please - oh please,” He begged, when they parted once more, “You said there was more? I want that - I want more. Please show me how to act on this, this lust, please!”
The demon nodded, pulling back. Aziraphale made a sound of protest that was shushed.
“First thing’s first,” Crawly instructed, watching the way Aziraphale drank in his teachings, “You’ll need to make an effort .”
He fumbled a bit with his robe, untying the sides to more easily shift them. Aziraphale’s jaw dropped as he took in Crawly’s effort.
“Good lord,” He gasped out, reflexively. It was quite large! “Will that - will it fit?” He looked beseechingly at Crawly, who gave an indulgent smile.
“Don’t worry,” the demon reassured him, and Aziraphale remembered how comforting he had been on the wall, and felt at peace again now, just like then. “I’ll take good care of you. You’ll only feel more of that earlier pleasure.”
Well, that did make Aziraphale feel better.
“Now you need to make one,” Crawly said. Aziraphale knew he was right, but…
“Do I have to make it look like that?” He asked. Crawly’s words had him excited, but he didn’t quite know if he wanted one like that. The demon shook his head.
“Can be as small or big as you want,” He explained, “Or, or you can have one like Eve did.”
That idea intrigued Aziraphale, and he could feel the same stirring from but a few moments ago. Aziraphale closed his eyes to concentrate, and could feel the miracle take hold.
Crawly silently watched, and when the angel opened his eyes and nodded, the demon smiled at him.
“Good,” He praised, delighting in the blush that broke out. So, his angel liked a little praise? That did not surprise him. When he had earlier said, ‘I don’t think you can do the wrong thing,’ the little angel had been pleased as punch. In Crawly’s opinion, such a beautiful face should always be happy.
“Alright,” He said, still in the mode of instruction. Aziraphale seemed to enjoy that too. He was a principality, meant to take orders. But unlike the ridiculous archangels, he could give orders that would lead to nice things for them both. “Lay down on your back, but keep your legs bent.”
Aziraphale blushed, and did as instructed. It was an incredibly vulnerable position, one that by rights he should never have assumed under the gaze of a demon. But any worry was put to the rest by the look of hunger that came over Crawly’s face.
The demon knelt down before him, carefully moving the robes above his knees to peer at the Effort Aziraphale had made. “Lovely,” he praised, and took his time to caress the angel’s thighs. Incredible - he knew this angel was beautiful, knew he had to make him his, but now that he was blessed with seeing these thighs…
“Never leave these unclothed,” Crawly’s voice was low, and rough. It took a stone to remain unaffected by this body. “I’ll have to fight off the rest with that sword you gave away.”
Aziraphale let out a light chuckle, but that soon turned into a moan as the demon’s hands began caressing his thighs and calves.
“You’re fairly up to snuff yourself,” Aziraphale replied, breathlessly. He knew he was understating. Crawly was a fine, fine demon. Worthy indeed of being a creature of lust.
In lieu of replying, Crawly gave him a little wink that had no right being as playful as it was, and leaned his head down to-
“Oh!” Aziraphale cried out, arching his back in rapture. Crawly had moved from kissing his lips to kissing his newly formed effort, and it felt divine . He could feel more than he could hear Crawly’s laugh as his tongue teased at his folds. The angel whimpered, trying to keep his hips from wriggling about too much.
Thankfully, the demon’s hands gripped at his hips, and he was strong. Crawly kept Aziraphale’s hips where they were, so his squirming only heightened his sensation, and did not keep him away from that unyielding tongue. When he felt certain his angel would behave, Crawly moved his hands to explore the rest of the angel’s soft body. He groaned at the feeling of his soft stomach, gently rubbing it and delighting at the whimper Aziraphale gave him. His hands slid lower, feeling the globes of Aziraphale’s arse. One day, he couldn’t wait to stretch him out and take him there, but that wasn’t the goal for today.
Crawly moved one of his hands to join his tongue, gently tracing his thumb over his glistening folds. Aziraphale’s whimpers reached a pitch as he could feel himself getting wetter.
“Oh - oh Crawly,” He gasped, “Is - is that right?”
This time Aziraphale could hear the chuckle as well as feel it. It sent vibrations through him that made him cry out.
“I’ve told you,” Crawly grinned, “You can’t do the wrong thing. Now we need you to get a little wetter so you can let me in.”
As he said that, one of his fingers gently slipped inside, and Aziraphale’s hips bucked reflexively. Crawly’s other hand moved to his stomach in a silent command to hold still .
Aziraphale wanted to be good for him. Crawly was being so kind, really, and made him feel so much better about himself. He wanted to deserve the praise that he was getting. So he held still, but his head still arched up. Though he didn't need to breathe, Aziraphale took desperate gulps of air to try and keep himself calm. But it was just so difficult! Crawly made him feel so very good, and the sensations were mounting to something that felt entirely too overwhelming.
“Crawly!” Aziraphale cried out, feeling his whole body tremble and shudder. “Dear, please - something is happening - oh - oh yes Crawly there -”
His words only caused the demon encouragement, for while Crawly did not lift his head to reply (thankfully!) he only doubled his efforts. Aziraphale couldn’t seem to stop shuddering, until something seemed to burst from within, sending smaller spasms throughout his core. He cried out, unable to stop his hips from shaking from the force of the intense burst of pleasure. It ricocheted through him, alighting every nerve in his body until he could no longer stand it.
Crawly worked him through it, but as Aziraphale’s cries lessened to sensitized whimpers, he seemed to slow his motions. The demon leaned back, and Aziraphale was left breathless at the satisfied look on his face.
“Look at you,” The demon all but purred, looking deservedly proud.
Aziraphale held out his hands, and Crawly slowly moved up, into the angel’s arms. He hardly minded that his own slick was across his paramour’s face, Aziraphale felt in that moment that if they didn’t kiss he would combust.
“That was - you were marvelous,” Aziraphale enthused. Crawly smirked at the praise.
“Told you there was more,” Crawly needled, and Aziraphale kissed him again because he could. The angel pulled away, realizing that something was amiss.
“But,” He protested, “That feeling you gave me-”
“Orgasm,” Crawly supplied helpfully, and Aziraphale continued, “Yes, thank you, the orgasm you gave me, did you get one?”
The demon shook his head, and Aziraphale pursed his lips in displeasure.
“Well that just won’t do,” He fussed. “Surely, there must be some way I could give you one?”
Crawly gave him a smile. “What a good little angel you are,” He praised, “Wanting to give as well as receive.”
Aziraphale blushed under the praise, and recalled the demon’s words from earlier. “You mentioned getting my effort ready for you. I believe that was what we were intending to do?”
“I’m not doing a good job if you’re putting those sentences together,” Crawly idly reflected, and waved off Aziraphale’s protests. “You’re right, I was getting you nice and relaxed for me, and I think it worked.”
“How should I welcome you inside me?” Aziraphale asked. Crawly furrowed his eyebrows, to think about what would help them the most.
“I’m thinking you’ll ride me,” He decided, “It’ll let you set the pace, think you’ll like that.”
“Ride you?” Aziraphale asked, “But won’t that hurt?”
“Not at all!” Crawly reassured him, and began to take the similar pose he had instructed the angel to do earlier. He did not, however, lean all the way back. As Aziraphale moved to copy Crawly’s earlier pose, and take him into his mouth, the demon stopped him. Confused, Aziraphale realized that the demon was positioning him differently. But Aziraphale trusted Crawly, and allowed himself to be demon-handled to straddle his companion’s lap. It was like being surrounded again, and just like before, Aziraphale felt just as safe.
Crawly moved his robe, and Aziraphale could feel the material pool behind him. The demon was trying to free his effort, just like when he showed it to Aziraphale earlier. “Raise your robe angel,” Crawly ordered, and Aziraphale obeyed. When Crawly moved his hands, he framed them around Aziraphale’s hips now.
“Alright, I’m gonna help lift you now,” He explained, “And you’re going to gently move down until you’re seated on my cock.”
Aziraphale’s blush, he knew, was now a deep red. “And then what?”
Crawly smirked, and gave a little pinch of adoration, “Don’t rush it sweetheart.”
As he said, Crawly helped lift him, showing off that demonic strength Aziraphale had witnessed earlier, and there was a moment where Aziraphale realized that something was teasing at his entrance. He gave out a surprised gasp, but kept going when Crawly paused. After reassuring his lover that he was fine, Crawly kept going. As Aziraphale began to welcome him inside, he gasped at the feeling. He could feel the pleasure not just from where he was being so deliciously stretched, but it spread throughout his tummy, his knees, behind his ears even! All his senses were aligned to where he was joined to the demon. And nothing hurt, nothing at all, because he had been prepared so well for this.
And all the while, Crawly encouraged him, murmuring, “You can do this angel, just take me in, nice and slow, oh, Satan bless it you are perfect, my perfect angel, all for me, you’re mine forever, you’re amazing-”
Everything felt so full. So full and satisfying, in a way that the fruits in the garden could not provide. He was joined with Crawly, and at this moment they were together. How silly was he, to think this forbidden! How could something that felt this good, this perfect, be wrong?
Somehow he found the way to say this to Crawly, who gave a chuckle. Aziraphale moaned loudly when he did, because that chuckle caused his hips to move, and he shifted inside the angel and made sparks fly behind closed eyelids.
Aziraphale gasped, “Oh! Oh! Crawly, is this right?”
“Absolutely right,” Crawly agreed, leaning back a little more, now more comfortable. “Clever little thing you are.”
Basking in the praise, Aziraphale tilted his head back, delighting in the sensation inside him, feeling warmed by the rays of the sun. Through their trysts, his robe had become torn, which was only made apparent by his current position. But he didn’t care. He felt marvelous, and never wanted this moment to end.
From below, Crawly was struck speechless by the angel above him. The light shone on him, giving the very appearance of a halo. His hair glistened and seemed to glow, and his beautiful chest was on perfect display.
“Rock your hips,” He instructed, “Let yourself move now angel.”
Aziraphale took his advice to heed, and began to shift and move. It was a difficult adjustment at first, but then as he felt more emboldened, it became all the easier to keep moving. The friction felt divine, and Crawly even met his thrusts. As Aziraphale came down, he bucked his hips, causing himself to go deeper into the angel. When he did that, Aziraphale let out a choked moan, encouraging him to move faster. The sensation made Crawly groan, and he began matching the pace. But that wasn’t enough. Aziraphale needed more - he needed Crawly - and he tried to lean down to kiss him once more.
When he leaned down, Crawly struck. He reached out with one hand to cup the back of his head, and the other grabbed at his waist. Before Aziraphale could register this, the demon had rolled him over, so he was now on his back once more.
Undeterred, Aziraphale leaned up to kiss him, enjoying that Crawly did not stop their pace. If anything, it encouraged the demon to go both harder and faster, which delighted him.
“It’s glorious,” Aziraphale gasped, “Oh, Crawly! Oh yes, oh you are delightful!”
“No, I’m not,” Crawly said, but his words were offset by his grin, “I didn’t think this was what they had in mind when they gave me the rules.” Crawly’s voice was low, throaty, and shivers broke out across Aziraphale’s body in response.
“Oh oh right there, yes, please - what are these rules?”
Crawly leaned back, but only to reposition Aziraphale’s leg to go over his shoulder. The angel arched his back and cried out, not realizing such a pose could allow for him to go deeper! And how marvelous it was. The demon leaned down, to whisper in a rough voice, “Don’t let the enemy catch you unawares.”
A whimper interrupted Aziraphale before he spoke, “Well, you kissed first, so good on you there.”
The demon snorted, and gave another undulation with his hips that brought Aziraphale’s voice to a pitch he didn’t know he could make.
“Don’t engage head-on.”
Aziraphale nodded, for that was sensible, but he could barely voice that because all he could manage was Crawly’s name.
In between thrusts, Crawly panted out the rest of the rules. “Sneak up from behind,” He hissed, snapping his hips roughly at behind, succeeding in eliciting a loud cry from the angel beneath, “play dirty,” and here he leaned down to attach his lips to his nipple, the one that shone through the fabric. Aziraphale had no idea what purpose they served, but oh did he know now! His gasp sounded more like a squeal at the sensation, and he nearly missed the last rule.
“Show no mercy.”
Aziraphale begged, “Please don’t!” It didn’t matter that he had found his peak earlier, it seemed that another was beginning to mount! He hadn’t realized such a thing was possible so soon! “Dearest!” He had to warn him! “I - oh - yes - Crawly - I - I feel it happening again!”
If he had expected that to slow his demon, he was sorely mistaken. His words only energized Crawly to keep thrusting, and Aziraphale could feel his body shaking and trembling with intention once more, to a concentrated burst of pleasure that he could tell would be more intense than the last. It reached a crescendo, and his back arched with the force of his orgasm, his whole body shivering uncontrollably. Crawly didn’t stop thrusting, prolonging the lovely sensations, and it was just starting to become too much when Crawly cried out, and Aziraphale could feel something inside him. It must have been his own orgasm!
Now satisfied for two reasons, Aziraphale contented himself to relax into the grass. He closed his eyes, smiling at the feel of the comfortable grass beneath his back, the sun on his face, and the delightful weight of Crawly on top of him. From above, Crawly smiled down at him.
“Was nice, was it?” The demon asked. He was enjoying seeing Aziraphale so relaxed. Like a particularly adorably fluffy cat lying in the sun. Ravished was a good look on his angel.
Aziraphale opened his eyes to give him a dreamy sort of look, and he nodded. Crawly leaned down, shifting so they could lay on their sides, facing each other.
“Don’t need to be anywhere a while yet,” He pointed out. He pulled Aziraphale closer, now laying on his back with his angel in his arms. “Why don’t we take a small nap, and I could show you even more when we awaken.”
This sounded perfectly lovely to Aziraphale, who nestled into his embrace.
“Temptation accomplished,” he encouraged, and settled into an easy rest in his demon’s arms.