Veneration

4. Personal Jesus

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Suddenly Aziraphale was pinned to the wall behind him with Crowley's mouth pressed down on his. He gasped, opening up to a hot, probing, demon tongue.  Crowley's hands captured his face, grinding their mouths even closer together. The demon felt hot - his lips, his tongue, his fingers - they burned. Aziraphale felt more alive, more corporeal, than ever before as Crowley's hands moved from his face into his hair, and to the sides of his neck.

Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's.

"Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!"

Now it was Aziraphale's turn to inhale sharply.  Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away any trace of alcohol from his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible.

"No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."

Crowley groaned out something that would have been positively obscene in Mesopotamia. He captured Azirapale's mouth in another deep, hard kiss. The demon's tongue swirled around his own. With quick fingers he loosened Aziraphale's bowtie and opened his collar wide. Crowley lowered his mouth to lay hot kisses along the angel's neck. He nipped at the skin lightly.  Aziraphale never would have imagined being bitten could be enjoyable, but that was before he felt the rasp of teeth and hot demon breath on his skin.

Aziraphale's own hands griped at Crowley's back and shoulders. He wasn't moving them on purpose, his body had a mind of its own. Grabbing, clenching, grasping and kneading. Crowley's leg had wedged in between his own and the angel found he was grinding against it, needing contact, needing stimulation.

Crowley had let go of his neck with one hand and moved it down to the front of Aziraphale's trousers. The demon pressed his palm flat against the stiffening, lengthening bulge there. Aziraphale could feel the heat of Crowley's hand through his clothing. The angel certainly knew about human biology and sexuality. He knew what his body was doing, but knowing about it and feeling it are entirely different sensations. The demon increased pressure and moved his hand up and down. 

His second hand joined the first as the demon deftly unbuckled Aziraphale's belt and unzipped his trousers. Aziraphale then felt hot demon fingers holding and stroking him. He leaned back his head and moaned in a most unangelic manner. He felt tingling bursts throughout his fingers and hands. He heard blood pounding in his ears. His nipples were tight knots rubbing against his shirt. This was wild. Frantic. Aziraphale felt like a creature of pure instinct, without thought or reason, just sensation.

Crowley returned his left hand to the angel's head, weaving it through his hair. With this grip he pulled Aziraphale's head to the side, exposing his neck. The demon placed wet, sucking kisses up the side while steadily pumping the angel's cock. Crowley reached the angel's earlobe and pulled it into his mouth. He grazed his teeth before releasing it to hiss in Aziraphale's ear, "You want me to suck this, don't you? Hm?" He increased pressure. "Sssay it!"

"I do! I want...want you to...use your mouth." Aziraphale managed.

Crowley released the angel's head and stepped back slightly. He moved his left arm behind Aziraphale's waist and pulled the angel's hips out toward him. His right hand retained its vise-like grip on Aziraphale's cock. He roughly tugged at the angel's trousers, pulling them down low on his hips. 

The demon slithered down to the floor and shoved aside Aziraphale's offending clothing. The angel's freed cock belonged to a marble statue - broad, hard, smooth and pale with fine blue veining.  Crowley kept his his long fingers wrapped around the shaft, pumping, but now rubbed his thumb along the frenulum. Every fiber, every nerve of Arziraphale's corporeal being felt like it had shifted into that heretofore ignored six inches of his body.

The demon looked up, locking eyes with Aziraphale while sinking down further until his mouth was level with the angel's throbbing cock. Crowley's forked tongue flickered out and licked away the drops of moisture already bearing at the tip. He continued licking at the head, drawing lazy circles. The demon shifted his grip, angling Aziraphale's penis upwards.  He ran his entire long, flat, narrow tongue along the underside, wet and scorchingly hot.  His eyes never left the angel's.

It was fortunate that Aziraphale didn't actually need to breath, because he had forgotten how to do so.

With his hypnotic, unblinking stare still fixed on Aziraphale, Crowley opened his mouth over the head.  He closed his lips down and pulled them back almost all the way off. His mouth bobbed back and forth on the head, tongue lapping.

It was.....it was like nothing Azriaphale could describe. How did the humans ever accomplish anything when they could just do this with each other all day?

Crowley's opened his mouth wider, now taking in Aziraphale's entire shaft. He gripped the angel's hips and slid his lips all the way down the the root. His cheeks hollowed with suction while his flexible tongue pushed and stroked along the underside. His eyes were closed in devotional concentration. Aziraphale didn't know what more erotic, watching or feeling the demon's hot mouth working his cock.

The angel felt a tingling tension building up.  It felt...a bit like a sneeze coming on - his body clenching up for an involuntary, convulsive explosion. Crowley resumed his bold eye contact and increased suction. He made a low humming noise.

Aziraphale burst. There was no other word for it. He felt his body come apart and he was pulled back, back the the Beginning - matter and time forming and un-forming in one eternal, cosmic second. He seemed to be moaning something primeval, but he had no idea what it could be. Bright yellow stars exploded all around him, until coalescing as a pair of demonic eyes staring up into his.

Crowley's hand had returned to the base of Aziraphale's shaft. The demon languidly pulled his mouth off of the angel's cock. He maintained eye contact and swallowed, slowly and deliberately. Aziraphale found his breath again as the demon stood up in front of him, tilting his head left and right slightly, stretching his neck. The angel felt like he should say something, anything, but words were not forming in his brain or mouth.

"Crowley..." he managed

The demon draped his arms almost casually across Aziraphale's shoulders, "Take me upstairs, angel?"