The End of the World...Again? [Aziracrow]

14

Aziraphale smiled at him, sat down in his chair, put on his glasses, and opened the book to the marked page, ready for a night of reading. But Crowley's impulsiveness had other plans; the demon wasn't even thinking, he stood in front of Aziraphale and snatched the book from his hands, letting it fall to the floor.

"Hey! If you want pyjamas, you don't have to..." —he stopped himself.

What stopped him? Crowley had leaned in, taking Aziraphale's face in his hands, and pressed his lips against Aziraphale's in a kiss.

The angel was greatly surprised by this, but he didn't refuse; he didn't try to pull away. When he arrived in Heaven to take up the position of Supreme Archangel, he spent hours, days, weeks, months, and even years with his eyes closed, hoping to feel that sensation again. Now that he finally had it, he didn't want to let it go. Of course, Aziraphale had read many times about romance and physical love, but he had never experienced it, which led to a considerable lack of experience on his part. However, this was not an obstacle for him to let himself be carried away.

He stood up and slowly moved his hands to Crowley's abdomen, trying to wrap his hands around his waist. Noticing this, the demon smiled, took his wrists, and placed his hands on his hips. Meanwhile, he continued caressing Aziraphale's cheeks as he kissed him. At first, the angel didn't know how to kiss, but little by little he followed Crowley's lead, and as his hands rested on Crowley's hips, he dared to deepen the kiss a little more. He took a step forward, pressing his body closer to Crowley's, which unbalanced the demon, causing him to grab him firmly by the jacket and push him against a desk Aziraphale had in his room. There, he sat him down and positioned himself between his legs, moving his kisses from Aziraphale's lips to his neck. Taking advantage of the proximity, he moved his pelvis against the angel's.

"Aah..." -slipped weakly from the angel's lips.

He covered his mouth, feeling embarrassed. Crowley lifted his gaze in surprise and stared at him, for that small moan had been the most glorious thing he had ever heard in six thousand years. He looked at his angel, who was trembling and blushing from nerves at receiving so much contact for the first time. In the millennia of his life, no one had ever touched him as much as Crowley had in that moment.