The Known/Unknown Quantity

Chapter 155: Back to Routine

Chapter 155: Back to Routine

Not once did the demon cry out, tears streaming down his face. Thirty lashes he took: his angel counted them. And then, roughly, his restraints were removed, and he was tossed freely on his back onto the bed. Aziraphale turned the mechanism off and the studs retreated, but he did not remove the offending obstruction.

                The mask was ripped from the demon's wide brimming eyes, and he blinked around, and stared at the angel as he removed his clothes and slowly made his way to sit on top of him.

                Aziraphale smirked at him, his face so hard. "I want you to see this."

                The weight of the angel pressed Crawley's raw backside into the mattress, sending stinging pulses up into his body. His shaft responded, rising up and growing stiffer. His balls screamed. Aziraphale watched idly, then plunged his finger onto the demon's taint and stroked hard.

                "No more shouting," he commanded. Crawley, popped-eyed, stifled back a strangled sob. The angel rose up on his knees and leaned forward on his arms, and into his friend's face. That smirk made his eyes sparkle with impish delight. Then he pulled up several pillows and propped the demon up until he was nearly sitting upright.

Once that was done, Aziraphale leaned back, inspecting him. He scratched his head, distractedly looked off to the side, and then to Crawley, saying," Thing is, I know you've been up to a few tricks," his smile widened," while I'm gone, h'mmm?"

                Crawley blinked for the second time in 45 minutes. He had forgotten, he was always forgetting. But watching the angel play magician again, grinning smugly to himself, waving his hand over his closed palm and revealing something shiny and clippish, well, he couldn't help it. Oh, I am fucked now.

                Aziraphale hummed some more, and dangled the silvery chain out onto Crawley's chest, then he began to thump it lightly, playing with it. He pouted his lips, and looked up coyly," Agape?"

                Crawley shook his head vigorously.

                "You see," the angel murmured, playing with the clamps, "I've been watching you sauntering about and testing how far you can stretch, and bend. My, I said to myself, whatever is up with these displays. You've been somersaulting and bending inward as tightly as you can. I've seen it, silly viper."

                The demon's body started to quake. His shaft slowly turned purple.

                "It finally dawned on me," the angel continued, now laying the chains just under Crawley's erect nipples, "that you were practicing for something quite naughty. Auto-felllatio, perhaps?"

                As he went conversationally on, he played with the demon's chest, squeezing his nipples, then set the clamps one at a time into painful, pinching place. "And I thought, well, I must reprimand him for this. I gave him no permission whatsoever to go exploring such things without me. Or maybe it's an old habit, and you were curious to see if you could still do it."

                Now the clamps were in place, and the demon's eyes were becoming a bit unfocused, succumbing to the sensations. Aziraphale watched him for a moment, then pulled the chains.

                Crawley yelped, and glared at him. And the angel held them taut and said," Pay attention, dear. No more outburst until I say."

                The demon shakily nodded, heaving noticeably.

                "Now, as I was saying, well, we just can't have you going it alone, so," he pulled him closer and Crawley's eyes winced, tears running down his cheeks," I'm going to ride you, and you will wrap your beautiful tongue around this."