Veneration

6. I Feel You

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Crowley didn't know if the angel actually had a bedroom upstairs; it may have just been book storage. But Azriaphale knew what he meant by "upstairs" and indeed, an instant later they stood in a bedroom. Crowley grinned. He had meant that Aziraphale should lead him there but it seemed the angel was eager to continue.

Whether it had existed for ten years or ten seconds, this was exactly what "bedroom" would mean to Aziraphale. Huge, lovely, carved wooden armoire to one side. Tidy shelves crowded with books, photographs and fascinating knick-knacks. Warm soft colors throughout. A cozy reading chair and a simple double bed, both piled with fluffy pillows and charming quilts. Fresh, bright flowers in vases. Charming. Quaint. Well, it could be worse, the demon sighed internally.

Without the wall supporting him any, Aziraphale stumbled on weakened knees.  Crowley caught him and eased the angel to sit on the bed, feeling quite pleased with his skills.

Crowley kissed Aziraphale again, slowly this time.  The angel moved against him, kissing back eagerly.  Crowley kept himself in check.  He could do slow. He could do restrained. Anything the angel wanted.

Crowley pulled gently at Aziraphale's jacket, and the angel shrugged out of it. Next the waistcoat came off and Crowley moved on to the buttons of his shirt.  He felt the angel's bare skin as it glided off, smooth and slightly cool to the touch.  Crowley yanked off his own shirt furiously and pushed Aziraphale flat against the bed with a kiss.

Hot skin slid against cool. Crowley's desire raged at him, but he managed to keep a rein on it.  He moved with control, kissing the angel on the mouth, jaw, neck, shoulders.  The skin was flawless and smelled slightly of cedar.  Control! Keep it under control.

Aziraphale's hands flattened across Crowley's back, dropped, picked up and dropped again. He made a distressed sound.  Crowley tilted his head up to look at him. "I'm not...I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing!" the angel sighed.

Crowley smiled, "You're supposed to relaxsss." He entwined their fingers and pulled Aziraphale's hands up to lie alongside his head. "And let me know what you want."

The angel blushed, "Well, uh, earlier...you said you could hear what...what I want. You were right." Aziraphale stammering was adorable. It was...hot - watching raw desire wrestle with propriety. "I'd like you to...uh, take me."

Thank the saints below! He wanted to fuck Aziraphale so badly that he thought he was going to go insane. "Alright." he answered as casually as possible. He unlaced their fingers, moving to encircle the angel's wrists, pinning them to the mattress below. "I can take you. Let me know if you want to stop." Aziraphale nodded enthusiastically.

Crowley kissed him again deeply. Still controlled, but with growing intensity. He kept Aziraphale's wrists pinned, enjoying his token resistance. If the angel wanted him to take control then he could definitely do that.

Crowley willed away his pants and scissored Aziraphale's legs with his own, resting his straining erection against Aziraphale's hip.  The angel followed suit leaving their tangled legs naked.  The demon gripped his outer hip, pulling him in tight. Crowley moved his lips along the angel's face, neck and shoulders. He dipped his head lower, marveling at the soft skin, and moved his mouth to the angel right nipple. He circled with his tongue, before taking it in his mouth. Aziraphale moaned.

Looking at the angel's face was too much.  He felt himself drowning in the soft blue depths.  No!  He was going to stay in control of himself and the situation.  Crowley pulled the angel upright slightly and shifted him around so he lay on his front. He moved over Aziraphale, kissing his shoulders while running hands down his back. Smooth and flawless. The demon placed hot kisses slowly along his spine. He returned to bite at the angel's shoulders with increasing pressure. He pressed against Aziraphale's back aligning their hips.  His erection slotted into the cleft of the angel's creamy cheeks. He moved against him slowly.

"Is thisss what you have in mind, angel?"

"Mmmhmm!"

Crowley sat back on his knees, lifting his weight off. He pulled Aziraphale's hips up and back, grinding his arousal against the angel's ass.  Harder now.  He gripped the angel's shoulder with one hand, and dragged the other along his spine, nails raking. The angel moaned and rolled his head up. Crowley slid fingers into his hair, tugging backwards.

"I can't hear you.  Like thisss? Do you want me to fuck you like thisss?"

"Yes! God yes, please, Crowley!"

He stopped moving and gripped the angel's hips firmly. "We'll get there."

Crowley pulled back slightly, breaking the contact.  He dragged a thumb up and down the angel's cleft. Aziraphale's breathe caught. Slowly the demon circled his thumb around the angel's puckered hole.  Crowley backed up further to give himself more space.  He parted Aziraphale's cheeks firmly and moved his head in.

The angel moaned wantonly when the demon's hot, wet tongue replaced his thumb. Crowley traced the hole with the tip, blowing out hot breath. He pushed Aziraphale's cheeks wider, leveraging himself and moved his lips in. The angel became nearly frantic, moaning loudly, as Crowley ate at his orifice with wet noises. A scalding demon tongue, longer and more dexterous than any human tongue ever could be, pushed into the taut hole.  It twisted and pulsed, pulsed and twisted, lapping at tight muscles.

Aziraphale's hips shifted wildly, but Crowley held him steady. He continued relentlessly until he finally withdrew his tongue like a corkscrew and breathed out hot, wet breath.  He moved his thumb back into place and sunk it inside the tight, wet ring. Aziraphale moaned anew as Crowley flexed his thumb about feeling the angel's passage tense and adjust.

Crowley performed a quick summoning and grabbed a vial of oil that now sat on the bedside table. He opened it and dropped thick, silky liquid over his index finger.  He slid the long, lean finger gently into the angel's hole, replacing his thumb, and began stroking Aziraphale's canal walls, eliciting further moans. He slipped a second oily finger beside the first, moving and crooking his fingers, massaging taut muscles. Aziraphale rocked back against his hand, as the demon buried down to his third knuckles.

"Hrm.  You want it badly, don't you?" The demon asked.

"Yes, yes! Please...I want it!  Make me yours!"