Warnings: Smutty beginning, slight angst, FWB relationship
Summary: Human AU! Azira Fell Angel and Anthony J. Crowley are friends with benefits, but... they're not friends. At least, that's what they say.
Notes: Crowley will be called Crowley by Azira for the most part, but his name is Anthony.
"Crowley-" Azira hissed as his back hit the wall, "must you be so- so rough?"
"You like it when I'm rough." Anthony replied cockily. "Jump." Despite it being true, Azira scoffed, looking away but jumping up and wrapping his legs around Anthony's waist.
"Shut up."
"Make me." Anthony snarked, a smug grin on his face as he buried it in Azira's neck, nipping at the soft skin. Azira huffed, grabbing fistfuls of Anthony's hair and yanking his head up. He relished in the groan it drew, giving it another hard tug and getting a harsh roll of Anthony’s hips in response.
"Oh-" Azira hadn't been quiet during their sessions since the first time they'd done this, but the sound still caused a possessive noise from the back of Anthony's throat. He nipped at his jaw and trailed bites down his neck, smirking when the other squirmed. Azira whined and Anthony grinned, grabbing his wrists and pinning them on either side of his head.
"Why don't you be good, Angel, and keep your hands there? Or am I going to have to punish you like last time?" He teased, giving Azira's wrists a firm squeeze.
"Crowley-" Azira started to protest before sighing and letting his head fall back against the wall. He didn't feel like fighting much today, just wanting some relief. "I'll be good, just- please?" Anthony growled at that, biting into Azira's neck and impatiently grinding his hips forward.
Finally…
Azira moaned shamelessly, nails digging into his palms. Anthony grinned into his neck, letting go of his wrists and instead undoing his belt and his tan trousers.
Lips brushed against his neck and for a moment, Azira wondered what it'd be like to kiss him, but he quickly dismissed the thought. They'd both agreed no kissing when this whole thing started.
"Angel." Anthony snarled, hands gripping his thighs so hard there'd most likely be bruised. Azira realized he had zoned out.
"Y-Yes?"
"What's wrong with you?" He hissed, pulling away from Azira's neck with an irritated look.
"Nothing, I just zoned out. Are you going to continue or do I have to do everything myself, Crowley?" Azira answered, moving his hands from the wall to pull at Anthony's jacket.
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Anthony laid on the bed next to Azira, trying to catch his breath as the other panted heavily.
"...can you walk this time, Angel?" Anthony questioned. Azira opened one hazel eye tiredly.
"Yes."
"Good. I'll be leaving, then." Anthony sat up, stretching himself out like a cat, and Azira forced himself to look away, both to hide his frown and to keep his heart in check.
"Right." Azira mumbled, running a hand through his ash blond curls. Anthony seemingly didn't notice his apparent distress, grabbing his jeans and putting them on. He never wore anything under his stupidly tight skinny jeans.
"You probably don't, but you got a smoke?" Anthony asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I, um, do, actually." Azira admitted, pointing at the bedside drawer.
"You do? Wh-" Anthony looked surprised and slightly amused.
"I just- whenever you come over and we, um,"
