Ineffable reunion

Preening

Crowley sat next to the angel on the bed, his wings spread out, slipping one wing behind Aziraphale. They were both still out of breath, red in the face. They laid together for a few minutes, Aziraphale sitting up and turning to face Crowley. "You keep your wings so beautifully, dear. Not to any surprise, though, with how well you maintain your hair." He reached over, twisting a deep red curl around his finger. "Would you like to touch them?" Crowley scooted forward, stretching his wing over Aziraphale's lap.

Aziraphale ran his hand along the top of Crowley's wing, tracing his primary feathers. "Wow, my love, your wings are so silky, very sleek, just like you." Aziraphale brushed his fingers along the base of Crowley's wings, knowing how sensitive the area was from.... Personal experience. Crowley slouched forward, "mmhhmhmm" closing his eyes. Aziraphale sat against the headboard. "Come here, darling." Crowley backed up to Aziraphale, spreading his wings to the sides. The angel dug his fingers into the soft feathers at the base of the demon's wings, beginning to preen him. "Oh... I've missed this feeling." His wings shuttered in delight, as turned his head to the side.

( side note: if you didn't know, preening is a very intimate act amongst birds. This is very similar in angels. They often only preen themselves or a significant other. Crowley and Aziraphale had done this before, it wasn't nearly as sexual, of course. Aziraphale preened Crowley to make sure he had looked 100% before asking the questions that would lead to his fall from Heaven. Crowley returned the favor a few centuries later, he couldn't remember what for, he was too distracted by the intimate situation. Back to birds; when birds are preened, they become very... excited. Well, Crowley is no better than a bird. )

"Aziraphale... you uhm..."
"Yes my darling. I know." Aziraphale smiled, pulling Crowley into him. He reached one hand to Crowley's neck, lifting his chin and kissing the exposed skin. The other hand made its way slowly down the demons chest, to his stomach, then... Crowley gasped, the angel had such soft, kind hands, but working in a bookshop also meant that he had an extremely strong and sturdy grip from carrying books. Aziraphale's teeth lightly dragging across Crowley's neck, he could feel his wings twitching. Aziraphale had never done anything like this before, but he had read about it. Many times. He moved just how the books described it, the slender demon in his arms melting. "Where the fuck did yygh-ou lea..mhmm~ 'earn thi-s.?" Crowley said interrupted by sounds he couldn't control. "Research, love. Now quit talking and let me hear how it feels." Crowley had already thought he was going to discorporate a few times today, but this time it might just happen. Aziraphale sped up, applying more pressure. Crowley whined, normally this would make him want to simply kill himself but right now, he didn't care. "That's good, yes?" Aziraphale talked quietly, in a lower-than-usual voice, right by Crowley's ear. He could feel his breath on his ear, his voice vibrating in his chest, his skin pressed against his own. Crowley's wings shot out to the sides as he trembled in the angels hands. He'd never felt such an amazing feeling before. "You made a mess, love." Aziraphale said, jokingly, as Crowley panted, twitching and flabbergasted in his arms. "Mmh." Crowley replied, his eyes closed, and his mouth open. Aziraphale hugged him tight, playing with his hair as he pulled himself together.