Ineffible Husbands fluff and smut

Valentine's Gifts (SMUT)

     When Aziraphale had used a miricel to make his husband a present, he was worried he would chastise him for using a miricel on him. He was mistaken. When Crowley opened the wrapped Valentine's gift, which contained a perfume miriceled to smell like Aziraphale, he was silent and blushing like a tomato. Aziraphale found it quite cute, hugging the snake-like man.

      Aziraphale thought the reaction was innocent enough, but it became apperent that he was wrong. Very wrong. As after a long day at work he walked into the house. It smelled strongly of, well, him. Then he heard it. "Oh, fuuuck~ azzzziraphale. Need you.  Not enough~!" The angel smirked and took off his jacket and shoes, heading to their bedroom. He found an amazing sight to be sure. His husband was sprawled out, his scales becoming uncontrolled slightly as he became close to climax as his fingers were barrowed deep inside of himself, eyes squeezed shut, spraying himself with the perfume he was given just a week prier, groaning and writhing with pleasure. His forked tongue flickering out to smell it better, this is how his husband knew the other was getting desprate; he never smelled with his tongue if he could help it. He thought it looked wierd. But like this, oh, it only added to the depravity of the scene.

    His husband smirked before sitting on the bed beside him, causing Crowley to gasp and look up at him. Aziraphale smiled softly. "Dear boy, let me help you now." He spoke softly, just the way the other liked, as he moved his hand down and slowly pumped him. Crowley panted, his fingers inside himself now still and the elbow propping himself up shaking. "Take that hand out of yourself now. I can do that for you, just relax~." Crowley nodded and quickly moved his fingers out of himself,squeaking at the sudden action. Aziraphale kisses him deeply and slowly as he slowly pushes a few fingers into him, before pulling back from the kiss. "Doing so well for me, dear.  Close arnt you, my love~?" Crowley could bearly nod with the duel sensations he was receiving, both slow but affective in bringing him to ecticy. The noises he was making were music to his husband's ears, a mix of hiss-like moans and whimpers of pleasure. His angel leaned close to his ear, praising him softly. "Doing so good for me, so good~. Going to make such a beautiful mess aren't you dear?" With that Crowley came hard over himself and his husband's hand while keening.

Aziraphale slowly took his fingers out of his love as they came down from their high, and miriceled a cloth to wipe them down, the other too out of it to protest the frivality of such a thing. After he was clean, Aziraphale helped him into some boxers and a night shirt that he rather adored, soft and thin, and then laid next to him. His husband clinging to him as he usually did after they were intimate. After a nap Crowley would refuse that he was ever the one who initeated such cuddling, but he would still cuddle if he was asked to. Because he loved his angel, and his angel loved cuddles. Just his angel, definitely not him. No-sir-re. But that's a subject for another day I'd think.