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Asa felt like he was going to throw up.
Tonight, he has another date with Anthony. This is their fifth, and things are going very well.
Their last date, which was only two nights ago, ended with a rather heated make out session that left Asa with shaky legs without breath. He was secretly hoping to go even further tonight. He knows he's being presumptuous, but he has prepared himself in case the night goes how he wants it to.
Anthony has been so kind and respectful. He could tell that Anthony was holding back during the kiss. Asa has had difficult relationships before this, so Anthony's respect is a breath of fresh air.
Sometimes he wished he was actually a little less respectful, if you know what I mean.
Asa looks at himself in the mirror, fussing over his shirt. He's wearing a button down, of course, as well as his favorite waistcoat. He'd cut his hair again, which always caused his hair to form into unruly curls. Anthony had run his fingers through them and called them cute, which made him blush.
Asa's phone buzzed in his pocket, and when he pulled it out he saw a text from Anthony saying he's outside. He felt a zing of anxiousness. He's gotten more comfortable each time they're together.
Asa rushes downstairs and sees Anthony's gorgeous red hair waiting inside his fancy car. A big smile breaks out on Asa's face.
“Hey, angel,” Anthony says as soon as Asa settles into the passenger seat.
“Hello,” Asa greets amicably. “So, what's the plan?”
“Well, I was thinking we get dinner first; I don't have a reservation so you'll have to let me know what you're in the mood for. After, I'm not sure if you've heard, but there’s a new history museum that apparently has an exhibit on ancient books and texts.”
Asa lets out a quiet gasp. He's heard of this museum and was hoping to go eventually.
“Oh, that's perfect. How would you feel about Chinese food?”
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Asa was beaming. Absolutely beaming.
Anthony let Asa talk about each book they saw at the museum. He asked the perfect questions and actually made him feel listened to.
Slowly, Anthony parks in front of Asa's flat. He waits for a moment as Asa gathers his things from his car.
“I, uh,” he hesitates. “Wouldn't you like to come up?”
Anthony brightens. “Ngk, nyeah. ‘F that's okay.”
“It's definitely okay. I actually made sure to tidy up this time,” he laughs. He was so embarrassed after their previous date. His flat wasn't dirty, but it was most certainly cluttered. Anthony hadn't seemed to mind but Asa couldn't be sure.
“Your place wasn't messy last time. But I appreciate the effort.”
They go up the four floors to Asa's home by elevator. The men stand at a polite distance from each other the whole way up.
Once inside, Asa pours them both a glass of wine. They settle down on the cozy, blanket-covered couch. Asa turns on a random television station, only for background noise.
Anthony is so easy to talk to. While they may not agree on everything, they're able to have debates, which always end with them understanding the others’ side more. Everything is respectful. It got particularly heated when Anthony had the audacity to say a drink is more important to a meal than a side.
Eventually, they settle into a comfortable silence. Asa can feel his heart race as he tries to work up the nerve to kiss Anthony again.
Anthony makes the first move. He places his hand on Asa's upper thigh and very slowly slides upwards. Asa can't help but let out a tiny gasp, shooting his eyes upwards to Anthony's. With a heated spark, they make eye contact. A silent question is asked, and Asa nods his head.
Without any more teasing, Anthony gently grabs Asa through his trousers, making him jolt. The redhead continues his massage. Asa shifts in his seat, his cock quickly changing from very bored to very interested within a matter of moments.
The bookseller would be lying if he said he wasn't sensitive. While he did try to take care of things when he had the chance and will, he didn't get much action with others. He has had lovers, of course, but it has been a not inconsiderable amount of time.
“Should we,” Asa clears his throat. “Shoild we go to my bedroom?”
Anthony smirks devilishly before replying, “I'd like nothing more.”
Asa leads the way. His flat is not large, so a few moments later they're in his cluttered bedroom.
The walls and bedsheets are a beautiful golden yellow. Every surface is covered with books.
“Ah, I swear it looked better before I left,” Asa mutters, embarrassed.
“What do you mean?” Anthony seems genuinely confused.
“The mess.”
“Angel,” the professor says, stepping so close that their chests touch. “you should see my room. I have about a thousand print outs and student's papers all over my bedroom.”
“You grade in bed?”
“What else am I supposed to do?”
Their faces are mere inches from each other. Asa takes initiative this time, gently bringing their lips together. They smile through it, and Asa is faced with the feeling that he's never experienced anything like this before.
There's something about Anthony that feels right. As if they were made for each other. Asa feels as if God created this world just for them to find each other.
Anthony brings an arm around and grabs Asa's back, forcing their entire bodies together. The blonde lets out a little moan, unable to control himself as their clothed cocks touch.
The kiss deepens. The professor's tongue gently prods at Asa's lips and the man opens for him. Their tongues meet, making Asa shiver and his dick grow even more.
With clumsy hands, Anthony paws off Asa's jacket and starts working on his waistcoat.
Asa's head is spinning. His hands try to catch up, grabbing at the other man's jacket.
Gradually, they make their way to the bed. Asa doesn't even realize they were moving until the back of his knees hit the edge, making him lose his balance and fall backwards.
Anthony topples also, landing on top of him. Their groins grind together, making them both make pleased noises.
“Asa, fuck,” Anthony groans as he starts to unbutton the blonde’s shirt.
Fear spikes in Asa's chest. He's ready for this, he knows he is. He's no bumbling virgin, but it still has been a while since he's seen any action. He also has eyes, and is able to see the difference between their body types.
He must make a face or shift uncomfortably, because Anthony leans away from him.
“Are you alright?”
God, he's so attractive. Asa can't understand how someone as beautiful as Anthony is willing to be with someone like himself.
“Yeah, yes. I'm doing great. Just,” he takes a deep breath. “it's been a while and I'm a little self-conscious.”
Anthony grumbles a bit, angry at the idea that Asa doesn't believe he's attractive. He leans down, gently kissing his neck. He leans in close to his ear and whispers, “Nonesense. Do you know what you do to me?”
“Hm, what would that be?”
Anthony pushes his hips into Asa's, making him sink into the mattress. It squeaks beneath them.
“Oh, angel. This is going to cause a ruckus,” he says as his hips push forward once again.
“Ruckus, that's a good word,” Asa says softly through a smile.
“Yeah? ‘S a word your mother liked?”
“Yes, but I'd rather not be thinking of her right now.”
Anthony resumes their kiss with a happy sigh. Anthony rolls them over so that they're lying side by side on the bed, making out.
With grabby hands, Asa reaches out to pull Anthony closer. His own hips automatically rock forward, connecting with Anthony's equally impatient hips. The ginger wraps his free arm around Asa, pulling their chests close together and changing the momentum of the kiss. They're mostly just breathing into each other's faces with occasional lip locking or tongue meeting. The pleasure of their rocking hips is too much to focus on making the kiss actually good.
Crowley’s other hand is stuck under Asa, but he won't complain because he has easy access to grab the man's ass. Asa, growing bold, returns the favor. He grabs the skinny professor's hip, holding it so tightly that it'll probably bruise. Keeping him mostly in place, Asa is able to maximize his pelvic movements.
Their bodies slot together perfectly. Despite their fumbling and the fact that their actions are more commonly used by horny teenagers than full grown adults, Asa recognizes that this sexual encounter is far better than anything he's ever experienced.
Everything with Anthony is like that.
One of Anthony's legs slot between Asa's, multiplying their pleasure.
“Oh!” Asa can't help but call out. His breaths pick up as he humps the man's leg.
Anthony is in a similar state, chest heaving, hips pumping. His eyes are shut tightly but they shoot open suddenly, as if he remembers that he wants to be able to see everything that is happening.
“Nn,” Anthony moans. “Nnh, oh. Oh, angel, your thighs. So warm and thick.”
Asa pushes the leg that's between Anthony's up a little more. The man's legs are spread wide apart to accommodate Asa's thicker one.
They continue to rut until Anthony cries out and grabs a tight hold of Asa's leg. He pulls it towards himself and fucks his covered cock against it.
“Are you going to…?” Asa trails off, hardly able to form words. Anthony just nods pathetically, too far gone for a full conversation. “Good boy.”
“Hah! Oh!” His hips move faster but his breathing stops completely. It's a few seconds before Anthony once again yells, “Oh!”
He takes a sudden deep breath and his muscles tense. His mouth remains open as he shudders through his orgasm. Asa's leg is squeezed by Anthony's unconscious spasms.
A few moments later, the man relaxes, slumping against the pillow and panting.
“Oh, wow. Fuck,” he says between heavy breaths.
Asa brings a hand up to Anthony's face, gently caressing it along with his hair. His hips still rocking forward unconsciously; much more subdued, of course. He brings their lips together again in a slow dance. Anthony is humming happily in a way that reminds Asa of a cat purring.
Once they break apart, Asa teases, “I can't tell if you have a praise kink or if it was just a coincidence that you came as soon as I called you good.”
Anthony slaps his arm, but since he's so worn out from his orgasm, it's more of a gentle caress.
Before Anthony can say anything, Asa whispers, “I'd be willing to indulge you either way. Because honestly,” he makes eye contact with him, “you were a good boy for me. And I'm very proud of you for how well you did.”
“Ngk!” Anthony's eyes go wide and his face turns red before he hides his face in Asa's chest. “Fuck, you're evil.”
Asa chuckles and rubs his hands over Anthony's arms, soothing him. They lie silently for a while. Asa is comfortable, but his body is not letting him forget that he hasn't come. Part of the issue is that one of Anthony's thighs is still pressed against his cock, keeping it alert.
It becomes almost intolerable, so Asa slowly pulls back. Anthony grumbles, holding him tightly so he can't escape.
“Stay.”
“M- my dear.”
Asa is able to move his hips away, just not the rest of his body. Anthony obviously feels the sudden lack of warmth.
“Oh, shit. I'm so sorry. Let me help.” Anthony moves so that he's over Asa again. He grimaces as he does this, making Asa worried. “Ugh. Need to get these pants off.”
“I wouldn't argue with that,” Asa flirts.
Despite the man's discomfort, he doesn't remove his pants just yet.
“What would you like?” Anthony asks, leaning in close.
“Anything,” Asa answers mostly honestly. He does have a slight preference, only because he’d prepped himself before their date.
“Come on, you can tell me. I'll do just about anything.”
“Seriously, I'd like anything.” He hesitates for a moment. Anthony raises an eyebrow. “I did um… prepare myself. In case anything happened.”
For a split second, the professor looks genuinely confused. Then realization hits and his face twists into something devilish.
“Was this premeditated? You've been thinking about us in a situation like this, huh?”
Asa tries his best not to get embarrassed. Wanting to have sex was completely natural. He won't be ashamed of his instincts.
“As if you haven't.”
“Oh, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought of all the things we could do to each other.”
Anthony's hand slides down to Asa's cock. He massages it through the clothes again, driving the blonde crazy. He slumps his head against the pillow and lets out a deep breath.
“So,” Anthony begins. “you want something in you?” Asa's face is on fire, but he nods despite himself. He can't bring himself to make eye contact. “Don't be embarrassed.”
Anthony licks the shell of Asa's ear and whispers, “These last few nights, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind.” His hand presses in harder as he tries to grasp Asa fully through his trousers. “I've never wanted something in me as badly as I have these last few weeks. So trust me when I say you have nothing to be embarrassed about. But I'd like an answer. Would you like something to be inside you?”
It takes Asa a few seconds to comprehend everything Anthony is saying. It brings him comfort to know that they're both equally affected.
Asa nods in response to the question. Anthony smiles and nods.
“Good. Where's your lube?”
Once Asa answers, Anthony reaches under the bed and pulls out a medium sized box. Once he opens it and is able to see its contents, he teases, “Oh wow, angel, you have all sorts of goodies in here!”
Once again Asa's face turns bright red. He opens his mouth, as if to defend himself, but he closes it again, ready to let Anthony do the talking.
“Dirty boy.” He pulls out a large dildo. “You're a size queen, huh?” Asa just smirks and raises an eyebrow. He's not, really, but explaining that may not be the sexiest thing to say.
“Which one's your favorite?”
Asa groans and covers his face. “You're not going to make me do this.”
“Oh, I absolutely am!”
Asa looks up at him stubbornly.
“Alright,” Anthony says, “I'll just start guessing.” He picks up a butt plug. “This one?” Asa shakes his head stubbornly. “This one?" A vibrating cock ring is held in his hand. Asa shakes his head again. “Alright,” he drags the word out and picks up a stroker. “This?”
“Oh my goodness,” Asa basically shouts, exasperated. “We don't have to go through my entire collection!”
“No, we don't. As long as you tell me which one you like most.”
Asa sighs loudly. He isn't actually embarrassed, he just enjoys putting up a bit of a fight. Anthony must read this incorrectly because his face goes serious and he straightens up.
“Wait, I'm not actually making you uncomfortable, am I? You obviously don't have to answer-”
Asa cuts him off before he can ramble on. “No! No, I'm being purposefully stubborn. I,” he breathes in, “my favorite is the prostate massager. We could, uh. Try it out sometime. If you'd like.”
Anthony smirks devilishly. His handsomeness assures that Asa would fall victim to any temptation he attempts.
“No time like the present, eh?”
The redhead pulls the toy out of the box and its package. He turns it on briefly, testing the strength.
“Before we start, could I tell you what I'd like?” Anthony asks, placing the object on Asa's chest. The blonde nods. “I'd like to see more of you. Not just in general, in the future, but,” his eyes flick downwards, “more of your body.”
“Ah! Yes. And, obviously I feel the same way.”
They spend the next few moments simply getting naked. It's not a grand ordeal, mostly just necessary. This doesn't stop the men from running their hands over each other's exposed body parts.
Asa feels like he's going to combust. Anthony's body is beautiful, all sharp lines and long limbs. Long… everything. Anthony isn't hard again, age has taken care of that, but Asa can still tell how well-endowed he is.
Anthony, after doing his own appraisal of Asa's body, notices the other staring at his cock.
“I can't wait for it to be inside you,” he whispers into his ear. Asa gasps as a response, dick twitching upwards, begging for touch.
They settle next to each other, Anthony on his side and Asa on his back. One of Asa's legs rests over Anthony's own legs. He's spread out, ready for Anthony's fingers.
The ginger takes his time readying his fingers before he slides his hand between Asa's legs and presses two fingers against the furl of muscle. Asa consciously relaxes his muscles as the first finger is pressed in. It doesn't give him too much pleasure yet, but he knows he must be patient.
Anthony works that finger in and out for a little while before adding a second, then a third. Asa tries his best to rock his hips downward, wanting him to go deeper. The fingers gently brush against Asa's prostate, making the man jerk and moan. With his free hand, Anthony soothingly runs his hand over Asa's stomach. It's a bit awkward of a maneuver, but he pulls it off.
After a few minutes of gentle fingering, which drives Asa crazy, Asa removes his fingers and slicks up the sex toy. He places it into Asa's needy hole, making him whine quietly.
He doesn't turn the vibration on until it's fully inside of him. He holds down the on button until it starts buzzing. Asa doesn't have the reaction he'd expect, though. He just lets out a shaky moan and wiggles his hips side to side. Anthony takes hold of the object again and shifts it until Aziraphale jolts and cries out.
“Ah! Oh!” he yells, suddenly attacked by intense pleasure.
His back arches, but Asa can't tell if the goal is to press into the sensation or to escape it. He feels like he's on fire. His cock is flexing upward, begging to be caressed. He tries to reach a hand down to grab it but Anthony stops him.
“Just feel for a bit,” he mutters. “I'll be the one that touches you.”
Asa lets out a pathetic whimper and collapses back onto the bed. He's tense, the vibration becoming almost too much. His legs and head thrash wildly, unable to keep still through the assault on his prostate.
Now that both of Anthony's hands are free, he's able to touch him more. He runs hands up and down Asa's chest and stomach, carefully avoiding his erect cock. His skin is hot and flushed. Asa's breaths are shallow and quick.
“Look at me,” Anthony demands kindly.
Asa's eyes are tightly shut, but he makes an effort to peel them open and look towards the attractive professor. He looks for only a moment, before his eyes squeeze shut again. This cycle continues until Asa forces out, “Nnh, it's so much.”
Anthony leans in. “Is it too much?” Asa thinks for a moment before jerkily shaking his head. “Good. You're so perfect for me. You're such a good boy.”
As it turns out, they both have a praise kink. Asa learns new things every day.
Anthony brings their lips together in a sloppy kiss. He's the one leading it; Asa can't do much more than sit there and moan through it. Eventually, Anthony moves to his neck, peppering his sensitive skin with open mouth kisses and sucks. He runs his warm, wet tongue all over the blonde’s neck, targeting the spots that get the most rise out of the man.
Asa's moans change. They become more keening and tense. He lets out a deep breath and sighs, “I'm close.”
Finally, Anthony takes a hold of Asa's hard cock. It's a light hold, but it makes fire course through the booksellers veins. His moans and breaths pick up until–
“Ah!” he wails. “Oh fuck!”
Asa's entire body clenches and he comes. Anthony's hand finally begins jerking him off, the spurts of semen dirtying it. The orgasm feels like it lasts forever. Bright stars fill his vision and pleasure rocks his entire body. No drug could be as good as this feeling is.
Finally, the orgasm abates, and Asa can relax. Except the toy is still buzzing. It obviously did not get the memo that he's wrung out.
“Haah,” Asa breathes, quickly becoming overstimulated. His hips jerk, trying their best to get away from the onslaught of vibrations. “Nnh. Oh, unh, mm pl-please.”
“Please what?”
Asa groans and reaches downward, trying to pull the stubborn object out of him.
“No, I'll help you. You just have to tell me what you want.”
“Ugh. Out. Need it out.”
“Was that so hard?”
Anthony reaches between his legs again and holds down the power button. Finally, the buzzing stops, allowing Asa to breathe fully. Gingerly, he pulls the prostate massager out of Asa's hole. Asa can feel himself clench around nothing as soon as he's empty.
“I can't wait for it to be me inside. I felt how tight you were, I can only imagine how that will feel around my cock.”
“You're insatiable,” Asa teases before bringing him into a sloppy, wet kiss. The kiss goes on for a long moment before Anthony pulls away.
“Let's get you cleaned up.”
They take their time cleaning each other with a damp washcloth. Anthony puts his pants and underwear into Asa's washing machine since they're covered in Anthony's cum. Once they're clean, they make their way back to the bed.
Anthony rests his entire body on top of Asa's. His head is tucked into the blonde’s neck. He's never felt more safe.
“Good night, my dear,” Asa whispers with a yawn.
“Mm, night, angel.”
When the morning comes, Asa becomes aware of how well he slept. He hasn't gotten sleep like that in years. If this is what Anthony does to him, he’s going to make sure he holds on tight.