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“Does it concern you at all,” Crowley pants, “how often you have me bent over this counter where anybody who takes a quick glance through the window can see you balls-deep in me?”
Aziraphale first takes a look down, where he is decidedly not balls-deep in Crowley. Crowley’s trousers are off, flung over the armrest of the couch to their side, but his pants are still on, and only Aziraphale’s flies are open, his cock tenting his briefs where he’d not four seconds ago been lazily grinding against Crowley’s arse. He then glances over his shoulder where Soho’s foot traffic filters in and out of frame.
“I think the desk covers most of the view. Are you concerned about it?”
Crowley shakes his head, and then groans as Aziraphale retightens his grip on the demon’s waist and resumes his leisurely pace against Crowley’s clothed backside. “Nah, just wondered if you’d noticed or if that was part of the whole thing, fucking me in front of errant passersby. Because if you’re up to some very naughty semi-public sex soon, I wouldn’t say no--”
“Crowley,” Aziraphale grits through his teeth, giving a pointed thrust between Crowley’s cheeks. “Why do you blabber on during sex?”
“Got a lot of thoughts, angel. Gotta get them out someho--oh, fuck.”
Aziraphale pushes up Crowley’s shirt and rakes his nails down the warm skin of Crowley’s back, pink welts rising in their wake. He skirts around to Crowley’s ribs, dragging his nails along sensitive skin over bone, and then leans forward a bit to rub up against Crowley harder and to pinch and scratch along his nipples in time with his cock. Crowley moans under the attention and presses back into the cradle of Aziraphale’s hips. His head drops, and he almost buries it in where his arms are crossed and braced on the counter.
“Good, at least the chatter has stopped.”
Crowley flips him two fingers above his head, but the effect is mitigated by the keen that comes out of his mouth at a particularly slow grind. He drops his hand and reaches behind himself to pull at the waistband of his pants, tugging them off as effectively as he can given the angle. Aziraphale takes pity on him and pulls them down until they’re shoved around his thighs, the demon’s arse bared and cock sprung free. He resumes his ministrations, admiring how Crowley’s back flexes and twitches below him as the demon grows increasingly more desperate.
“Aziraphale,” he breathes, high and thready. “Come on, come on, come on.”
Aziraphale pulls his briefs down a little further, just his cock head peeking out of the fabric and he rubs it again against the valley of Crowley’s arse.
“More,” Crowley demands. “Come on, give me the whole thing. Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“Demanding,” Aziraphale says as he frees his cock from his pants, pulling the flies of his trousers wider and finally, finally sliding his length along Crowley’s bare skin. The precome leaking from the tip slicks the way and he keeps one hand on Crowley’s waist, the other roaming over the demon’s fevered skin, scratching and petting everywhere he can reach.
“I’m going to discorporate on this desk,” Crowley mutters into his arms, his cock twitching with every teasing thrust. “And then what will everyone outside the window think? ‘Oh, there’s that Mr Fell. He doesn’t sell books at his bookshop and he enjoys a little bit of jaunty necrophilia. What an odd chap.’”
“I already told you, the desk blocks the view.” He gives in just a little bit; the next slide of his cock has the head catching on Crowley’s rim, and Crowley gasps, trying to push back on it but Aziraphale holds him fast. He keeps running the tip over and over Crowley’s hole, pushing in just a little further each time, until finally he slips just inside. Crowley squeezes around him, and Aziraphale lets out a deep groan at the sensitive nerve endings being gripped tight just inside Crowley’s walls.
“Yes, that’s good, come on. Keep going.”
Aziraphale pushes all the way in, watching his shaft disappear inch by inch into Crowley’s stretched rim, until he’s buried to the hilt and they both let out a breath as they hold for a moment. Crowley’s spine relaxes, and Aziraphale rolls his hips to thrust in. He pulls back out to the tip each time before pushing forward again, keeping the slow pace he’s employed all afternoon.
As he fucks Crowley, he watches with rapt attention the way his cock sinks into him, the way his hole clenches around nothing every time he slips out just a bit too far, how it stretches to accommodate the fat head of his cock when he presses back in. He keeps himself there, just so Crowley envelops the tip, and he rocks back and forth so he’s rubbing the sensitive underside of his head right where Crowley’s clenching around him, and a shock of pleasure rushes through him, running down his legs so his toes curl in his shoes.
He doesn’t realize that he’s been nearly unsheathed from Crowley for several moments until Crowley huffs out in impatience.
“What are you doing?”
Aziraphale can’t stop looking away from the sight of his cock just inside Crowley, his flushed length twitching. “I--what if I fuck you like this.”
“Bent over?”
“No. Well, yes. But no, just--just with the tip. What if I just--” And he takes hold of his cock and pulls himself out, just to press back up against Crowley’s hole, pushing in and out, pleasure buzzing warmly through him. Crowley starts to tilt his hips back again, but Aziraphale grips onto his waist. “No, stay. Just a little bit, just like this. It looks--feels--so…”
Crowley laughs breathlessly. “Yeah? That good?”
“It’s--” He rubs his thumb along where he’s joined with Crowley, and Crowley lets out a whine. Aziraphale smiles, soft and secret, and starts stroking the length of his cock that he can. “Very good. You’re so tight, even here. Is it--how is it for you?”
As he pumps his cock, he presses a little further in and Crowley moans. “Good. ‘S good. Keep going.” Crowley reaches down and starts stroking his own cock, the fingers on his other hand flexing against the wood of the counter.
It shouldn't feel this good, as good as burying himself as deep as he can go, but it does. It's almost filthier this way, both of them getting off on so little. He keeps fisting his cock, his fingers brushing against Crowley’s arse with every stroke. He doesn’t know if it was the near hour of dry humping and teasing, the little noises Crowley is emitting under him, or just the sight of him wanking into Crowley’s arsehole, but his orgasm builds quickly. He pants, eyes glued to Crowley underneath him, and his hand speeds up on his cock.
“I think--oh, I’m close, Crowley. Love. Are you going to come?”
“Yeah, come on, give it to me. Fuck, Aziraphale.”
Crowley quickens his pace on his cock as well, his hole clenching with every tug, and Aziraphale groans, riding the edge of his imminent orgasm. Finally, Crowley comes with a deep moan, spilling over his hand onto the floor, and the vise grip of him around Aziraphale sends the angel tumbling over too. He watches as his cock pulses each wave of come into Crowley, and the sight of it sends one more weak twitch through him.
Crowley slumps boneless onto the counter, and Aziraphale pulls out. They let out tandem groans as Aziraphale’s come immediately starts leaking out and sliding down Crowley’s balls.
“Jesus,” Crowley breathes. “Well, we’re doing that again.”
“I want to fuck you the way you fucked me last week.”
Aziraphale turns a page. “Pardon?”
“You know, when you--” Crowley gestures incomprehensibly and then raises his eyebrows.
“Yes, that does narrow it down.”
“Oh, piss off. When you--you know, when you put just the tip inside.”
A flash of arousal crashes through Aziraphale at the memory, and he clears his throat, turns another page even though he hadn’t read a word on the previous one. “Yes, I remember. I could be amenable to that.”
The next thing he sees is Crowley’s face grinning right in front of him as the demon forcibly lowers the book into his lap. Aziraphale huffs. “What?”
Crowley’s grin widens. “Oh, you dirty bastard. You only use the word amenable when you’re horny. You think it makes you sound unaffected, but I know your secrets, angel. So what do you say?”
Aziraphale closes the book on Crowley’s hand, and Crowley lets out a small yelp. He removes his glasses and places them both on the bedside table. “I believe I just said I’d be amen--willing.”
Crowley hums, and captures his lips in a kiss. Aziraphale sighs into it, rests his hand against Crowley’s bare chest and rubs his thumb along his collarbone. Crowley is warm, always so warm, against him and he presses forward, but Crowley pulls back.
“I do have one request though.”
“Yes?”
Crowley runs his hand from where it’s resting on Aziraphale’s shoulder down his chest, past his stomach, and he cups Aziraphale’s half-hard cock.
“Mind changing this?”
A full body shudder of arousal runs through him, and then Crowley is cupping his mound with a thought. Crowley smiles and kisses him again.
“Ta, much obliged,” he whispers against Aziraphale’s lips, and even though Crowley is only stroking him through his pajamas and pants, he still feels that deep, aching swoop inside him.
It starts slow, Crowley pressing him back against the pillows and running his hands everywhere he can reach - threaded through his hair, dipping under the collar of his pajamas, up his thigh to grope at his arse. Aziraphale touches just as much back in kind, running up the planes of Crowley’s shoulder blades, dragging his nails through the hair on Crowley’s chest. They tease and kiss, hot and wet and open, until they’re fumbling through taking each other’s clothes off without separating too much and they reach a state of mutual nudity.
Aziraphale roves his eyes over Crowley’s body, so familiar now and exciting because of its familiarity. He glances up to where Crowley is looking at him with hungry affection, and he smiles.
“Hello, darling.”
“Hi, love.”
Crowley reaches between them and strokes Aziraphale’s labia gently, running his fingers up and down the damp hair at his slit. Aziraphale sighs in pleasure and runs his hand up and down the arm Crowley is using to touch him. Then he reaches for Crowley’s cock, not quite stroking efficiently, just touching, exploring. Crowley inhales and dips just his fingertips inside, and Aziraphale moans, the sensitive skin just inside his labia lighting up the rest of his body.
He swipes his thumb along the head of Crowley’s cock, feeling the way it gives under the pressure, and drags the smear of precome along the tip. Crowley’s fingers push a little farther, brushing up against his folds and circling his entrance. He sounds so wet already, and his head rolls back as he takes a deep breath, his whole body feeling flush just from the shallow penetration and his hand on Crowley.
“I’m ready, I’m ready,” Aziraphale breathes, and Crowley crooks his fingers, just dipping that little bit farther, before pulling out and settling between the angel’s spread legs. He takes his cock and rubs it between Aziraphale’s lips, brushing up and pushing against his clit with every pass. Aziraphale huffs and digs his heel into Crowley’s lower back to urge him forward.
“Do you want me to beg?”
Crowley laughs. “Wouldn’t mind that, actually.”
“Get me there and we’ll see.”
A glint of determination flickers in Crowley’s eyes, and he surges forward, capturing Aziraphale’s wrists, pinning them to either side of his head, and kissing him fiercely, his tongue sliding and curling along Aziraphale’s. Aziraphale gives a muffled yelp against Crowley’s lips, but then relaxes into it, struggling a bit in his grip just for the feel of it. He slides his foot up along the demon’s leg, and Crowley smiles against his lips.
And then, then, Aziraphale feels the head of Crowley’s cock nudge against him and his toes flex and curl with anticipation. Crowley sinks in, just barely, just so the head is nestled between his labia, and they both exhale. Aziraphale clenches involuntarily, and Crowley lets out a quiet expletive. Crowley gives him a final kiss before he releases Aziraphale’s wrists and settles his hands on the mattress. He rocks his hips, sinking an inch further and then stops just inside of Aziraphale’s entrance.
He feels full and empty at the same time. Crowley’s barely in him, but he can feel every pulse, every twitch of Crowley’s cock like this, his senses on alert in his fog of arousal.
“Do you think you can move?” he asks breathlessly.
Crowley nods, looking just as affected as him, his eyes glued to where his cock is sunk into Aziraphale. His hips move slowly, just pulling back and pushing in minutely so his cunt stretches to welcome him over and over again. Aziraphale feels, hears how wet he is as obscene squishing sounds fill the air with Crowley’s movement. He wants more. He wants nothing else but this.
His hands come up to grope himself, squeezing his chest with his fingers and then pinching and rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The zing of electricity goes straight to his clit and he cries out first in arousal and then in surprise as Crowley’s hips buck forward involuntarily and suddenly the demon is buried to the hilt.
“Shit, sorry, sorry. Just. The way you clenched when you did that.”
“Shh, control yourself, pull back out. Just a little bit--yes, just like that. So gentle, darling. Don’t give me too much, just like this. Just like this.” His head is swimmy with the rhythm of it, with feeling like he’s approaching the edge much faster and slower than usual. “So good, Crowley. This is so good, don’t stop.”
“Wanna fuck you,” Crowley grits out, but he doesn’t make any more sudden moves. His arms are trembling from the exertion of holding himself still, and Aziraphale strokes them soothingly.
“You’re doing so well. Doesn’t it feel good to be just a little bit inside?”
Crowley nods quickly and bites his lip. “Not gonna last like this. Don’t think my hips are built for it.” He breathes out a laugh.
“Sit back, use your hand to--to move it in and out.”
Crowley groans, but does as he’s told, readjusting himself and then taking his cock in hand to slip it back into Aziraphale, fingers gliding along his length from Aziraphale’s slick when he thrust into him. The sounds of it are obscene, and Aziraphale reaches up to play with his nipples again, each graze of his thumbnail against the tight buds amplifying his pleasure tenfold. He pants, needing just a little bit more to get him there. He’s been watching Crowley’s face with rapt attention and can tell that Crowley’s almost there, too.
He slips his hand down to run his fingers in a V along where Crowley’s inside him, and Crowley groans deep in his chest.
“Really not going to last if you’re doing that.”
Aziraphale hums, but moves his fingers away from Crowley’s cock to start rubbing at his clit instead. Crowley’s hand speeds up on his cock as he jerks himself off into Aziraphale’s cunt.
“The way you feel right now,” Crowley says. “Soft and wet and--and the way you’re tightening around me when you touch yourself just right. Gonna come right here, right inside you.”
Aziraphale nods frantically and rubs at his clit faster. “Yes, now, do it now, please, please Crowley.”
Crowley pumps his fist faster, and then he’s coming, his spend pulsing and dripping out of Aziraphale as soon as it spills. Aziraphale quickly scoops it up with his fingers and uses it to glide over his clit and then he’s coming too, his walls fluttering around the tip of Crowley’s cock, so, so full and so empty.
They sit there for a moment catching their breath, and then Crowley flops himself sideways to lie next to Aziraphale.
“Well. That was something.”
“Mm.” He lazily pets Crowley’s hair and nuzzles his nose against the demon’s temple, and Crowley’s arm curls around him. “Yes, it was quite the hardship. I’m sure you’ll find some way to return the favor.”
Crowley’s arm sneaks down between Aziraphale’s legs and starts playing with the come still leaking out of him, rubbing his fingers through it and pressing it back inside, deeper than it was when Crowley had come in the first place. The angel groans and presses his face closer to Crowley’s temple. “That’s a start,” he says.
Crowley laughs. “Give me five minutes, angel. I still haven’t made good on my promise to really get you begging.”