Happy Holidays, grand_marquis!
Title: Between the Lines
Author: violet_quill
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Warnings: Aphrodisiacs, unexpected tops, and sex between the lines.
Summary: Luring an angel into bed is one thing; getting them to shut up long enough to do anything once you're there is quite another.
Author's Notes: I do hope that this suits! There's one character who is a bit resentful about your request for "surprises" but hey, I for one had a lot of fun with that. A huge, gigantic thank you to M, my muse, beta, and altogether partner-in-crime.
It started with one cup of tea.
Or rather, it started somewhat before that, with Crowley's curiosity. Demons are naturally curious sorts, so when Crowley up and decided that there were some things that he really wanted to find out, he immediately set about concocting a plan. The plan itself ultimately went off without a hitch. And he did learn a great deal about what he'd set out to learn, but by the time it was all said and done his primary finding was this: Angels never bloody well shut up. What Aziraphale learned was considerably more, and not all of it was about tea.
In any case, the plan - Crowley's plan - began with that cup of tea.
Aziraphale blinked at the cup in surprise, because he had never been on the receiving end of such a gesture from Crowley before. He had assumed, in fact, that Crowley had little regard for tea drinking at all, that it had all sorts of horrible connotations.1 Furthermore, Crowley was not the sort to wait on anyone, least of all Aziraphale. And so the cup of tea lingered between them, gripped neatly by Crowley's thumb and forefinger, growing less hot and delicious with every passing second.
"It's getting cold," Crowley pointed out.
"I do prefer my Earl Grey this time of day…" Aziraphale offered weakly.
Crowley looked positively hurt, an expression not unlike that of a kicked puppy, which was something that Aziraphale had unfortunately encountered more than once during his years with his demonic companion. Though to be fair, it was not always Crowley doing the kicking, but the sorts that he tended to hang about with.2
"I made this tea just for you," Crowley said. "You're always offering it to me, after all."
And Aziraphale, in true angelic spirit, felt guilty for assigning any ulterior motives to the demon. He took the tea, smiled, and took a sip.
And that was how it began.
1 Like being British. And poncy. And all manner of other things that did not lend themselves to Bentleys and Queen.
2 The drowned ducks, however, those were all his doing.
*****
Or rather, it began approximately three and a half minutes later, when Crowley said, "It's quite a special sort of tea, you know."
Alarm bells began to sound in Aziraphale's head.3
"I liberated it from a monk in Tibet," Crowley continued cheerfully. "Not really your sort of monk, more my sort of monk. You know."
Aziraphale knew.
"That tea - " Crowley gestured. "Is going to be worth a lot of money someday if it's actually put out on the market. Of course, it will probably immediately be illegal…"
Aziraphale's head was starting to swim.
"I mean, the active ingredient is just a rare little flower. A very rare little flower that grows in the mountains in the snow and is near impossible to find. And actually, it's just the sex organs of the flower that's in the tea. A special ingredient, you might say. But you know what the monk told me?"
Aziraphale shook his head.
"He told me that it's the most powerful aphrodisiac known to man. Actually, not quite known to man yet. You may be one of the very first test subjects ever!" Crowley beamed proudly.
Aziraphale sank down hard into a chair.
"You may want to close up the shop," Crowley offered helpfully.
Aziraphale flicked his hand idly towards the front door, which jingled as the sign flipped from OPEN TEMPORARILY to CLOSED INDEFINITELY.
"Why... why... why...?" he sputtered, looking down at the teacup in horror. It was empty. He could swear the leaves at the bottom were plastered in lewd shapes. Dear God! His future?
"Oh, would you look at that," Crowley said, peering over his shoulder. "I've done that one."
"Crowley!" Aziraphale blurted. "You drugged me!" He was starting to feel hot. Feverish. He unbuttoned the top of his white oxford shirt. His tartan tweed jacket was already slung over the back of his chair.
"I thought you'd be a good test subject," Crowley said defensively. "I mean, if you can't fight off the effects, who could? Figured you'd want some first hand experience, want to be on the front lines keeping the stuff out of the hands of the unscrupulous…"
"People like you?" Aziraphale suggested, fanning his face with a copy of Jane Eyre.
"And I won't let anything bad happen to you. I swear on something…" Crowley made a face. "… holy, that I won't let you leave this bookshop and grab the first person you see on the street. Worst case scenario, we have a nice shag. That wouldn't be so bad, would it?"
Aziraphale looked horrified. Especially since the notion sent a slew of images even worse than those in the teacup swimming into his mind.
"It's not as if we haven't done it before."4
"I think I should…" Aziraphale started to stand, but wobbled a little on his feet. Crowley held him upright, and they were suddenly very, very close together.
It was at this point that Aziraphale realized that he was powerless to resist.
So he kissed Crowley. Rather sloppily. It was a lot of tongue and spit at first, but luckily it went on long enough that by the end they'd both rather gotten the hang of it.
"Let's go upstairs," Crowley suggested.
"Let's."
3 Aziraphale's alarm bells sounded not unlike church bells, actually. Very loud, very menacing church bells.
4The year was 1924, the country was France, the liquor was three and a half bottles of white wine, and Aziraphale did not remember a damn thing to this day, except that Crowley had a tattoo of a tulip on his left hip.
****
"Oh dear," said Aziraphale.5
"You're so cute when you're turned on," said Crowley, amused.6
"I - well - you - " Aziraphale cleared his throat.7 "It's just the tea acting, you know!"
"Of course, of course," said Crowley softly.8 "Just the tea, my dear."
"Did you have any tea?" Aziraphale asked.9
"Can we just shut up about the bloody tea already?" Crowley suggested.10
"But it's just, this feeling..." Aziraphale began, taking a deep breath.11 "It doesn't bother you that I only want you because of a chemical reaction?"12
"Not one little bit."13
5 This was as close to cursing as Aziraphale usually came, but it was appropriate as Crowley had just pulled him into the bedroom upstairs and pressed obscenely close to him, one hand squeezing Aziraphale's arse. It was also accompanied by a blush that began at his ears and ended at his collarbone.
6 Sometimes amused and aroused are easily confused, having so many letters in common.
7 So that he could breathe again, which was becoming increasingly difficult as Crowley's hand was over his groin.
8 Into Aziraphale's ear. His breath was warm, and his tongue traced the curve before he sucked on his lobe.
9 In response to the outline of Crowley's erection that he could feel insistent upon his hip.
10 And he rather hoped that the way he ground his hips against Aziraphale at that moment would help convince him.
11 Because the sudden friction against his cock through his trousers had stolen his breath for several seconds.
12 And as if offering proof of just how strong this particular chemical reaction was, he latched his mouth onto Crowley's again, moaning softly, exploring the demon's mouth with his tongue, all the while rutting up against him.
13 Not that Aziraphale could really hear him, since it was mumbled into a kiss, and at this point Crowley decided that all this talking was getting them nowhere, so he took a step back and began to strip off his clothes.
*****
"… huh."14
Crowley laughed. "Come here, angel."
"Okay."15
"You really ought to do something16 about these hideous trousers," Crowley added. "Though you do insist upon liking them, yes?"
"Yes, Crowley," Aziraphale said.17 "They're perfectly good trousers! Tweed is very fashionable."18
"Well, you've been wearing that same fashion for a long time,"19 Crowley said, taking off his glasses, then removing Aziraphale's as well.20
"I like my trousers," said Aziraphale.21
"I like you better without them," Crowley replied.21
14 This was not exactly the reaction that Crowley had been hoping for from Aziraphale in response to the sight of his naked body, but it appeared to be accompanied by a thin haze of lust, so that was okay.
15 Which was, to be fair, a bit acquiescent for Aziraphale, but he was still a bit dry in the mouth from the sight of Crowley's naked body (which was why "huh" had been the only word he was capable of forming a few moments ago).
16 What Crowley in the meantime did with Aziraphale's trousers (baby blue tartan tweed) was open them up and slide his hand down the front so that he could stroke Aziraphale's erection.
17 Though in combination with the way that Crowley was suddenly stroking Aziraphale's cock, it came out rather as "Yessssss,, Crowley!"
18 Of course, this entire statement was pretty much indistinguishable from a series of gasps and moans that accompanied it as Crowley stroked Aziraphale nearly to the point of orgasm.
19 Which he illustrated with a long, slooow stroke.
20 To prevent them from being broken as he took Aziraphale's mouth with a savage kiss, tongue driving inside.
21 Once he could actually speak again, which was several seconds after the kiss broke so that they could both breathe.
22 A declaration he not only meant, but proved by frantically disrobing the angel the rest of the way on the way to the bed.
*****
"We really ought to be discussing this tea business," said Aziraphale. "I ought to be very cross. You should apologize."23
"Of course."24 Crowley nodded.25. "I am sorry.26 Penitent.27 Whatever can I do to make it up to you?28
"Nnnnnngh," replied Aziraphale.29
"..."30
"Crowley, where on earth did you learn to do31 that?"32
"London," said Crowley.33
"I never learned anything like that in London," Aziraphale pointed out.34
"Lust has never exactly been something that your side encourages."35
"Unlike you and your... tea."36
23 A statement which, to be honest, was not very convincing since Aziraphale was now on his back on the bed, naked, glistening with sweat, and looking both positively debauched and aching for more.
24 As he said this, Crowley was beginning to realize that Aziraphale really was not going to shut up, no matter how far along in this they got.
25 Or rather dropped his head to lay kisses along Aziraphale's bare shoulders and chest.
26 Then licked down his stomach.
27 Followed by pushing Aziraphale's legs apart.
28 An utterly ridiculous question, considering Crowley began to suck him off before he could answer.
29 As he closed his eyes, involuntarily bucking his hips towards Crowley's mouth, feeling a sudden wash of pleasure over his entire body.
30 There wasn't much talking from Crowley, busy as he was doing weird things with his tongue as he bobbed again and again, drawing and plunging and gripping his hips.
31 This sentence took place over a course of several minutes, in between gasps and cries and whimpers.
32 "That" being the entire act in general, though as he said it he meant particularly a rather impressive act involving Crowley's tongue.
33 The answer came only after he'd done it a few more times, just to enjoy the noises the angel made. He finally let go and answered, then shifted lower, lifting the angel's hips to get access to show him the other thing his tongue could do.
34 A sentence which took even longer to get out because that thing that Crowley was now doing with his tongue, it somehow seemed Exceedingly Sinful but also felt very, very good and between those two things Aziraphale could hardly speak, let alone form coherent complete sentences.
35 Crowley could say this now because he'd finally stopped sucking and lifted his head, sitting up straight so that he could look down admiringly at Aziraphale.
36 "Tea" intoned in such a way that it sounded very vulgar indeed, coming from Aziraphale's mouth, especially as he sat up in the bed as well, a glint in his eye that was somehow even more vulgar.
*****
"Huh?"37
"You were right," Aziraphale said, "lust isn't really part of my repertoire.38 My lot is really more concerned about chastity and such."39
"Good thing you've gone native," said Crowley.40
"Yes."41
Crowley gasped.42
Aziraphale nodded,43 gasping as well.44
"Aziraphale!" said45 Crowley.
Aziraphale swore.46
37 The one-word reaction this time came from Crowley, and it was uttered in completely surprise as he suddenly found himself flat on his back on the bed, Aziraphale looming above him.
38 But it was part of Crowley's, apparently, because this is when Aziraphale found the small bottle of oil in Crowley's discarded trousers' pocket.
39 A fact which might have not been quite as filthy if he'd said it before he began to slide oil-slick fingers inside, preparing Crowley in a rather hasty manner before he positioned himself...and stopped...just for a spot of Torment that really should have been so much more Crowley's style than his own.
40 And the utter shock of finding himself in this position morphed into lust, and he was looking at Aziraphale with an expression of such pure want that he expected it might be a bit of Torment for Aziraphale as well.
41 The only word he could manage to say, again and again as he braced himself above Crowley and drove into the tight heat, clutching his hand and his hip.
42 And gasped. And gasped. And moaned. And whimpered. And gasped. And cried out. In that order.
43 But only because he was rocking his whole body, fucking Crowley with a strength and confidence that he certainly had never known he had. And all he could think was to thank Him for the blessings of tea.
44It was a sharp intake of breath as he let go of Crowley's hip and took hold of his cock once again, using the motion of their bodies to pull him off and make him feel Divine once again.
45 Okay, screamed. Loudly. Accompanied by a very sticky and impressive orgasm.
46 It was the first swear word that he'd used in a very long time, but it was entirely appropriate for the situation, and it too was accompanied by an orgasm that bordered on Divine.
*****
Afterwards,47 angel and demon lay entwined and sweaty on the bed.
"I'm feeling much better," said Aziraphale, taking a deep and relaxing breath. "Do you think that the effects of the aphrodisiac simply fade once sated by sexual contact?"
"Er," Crowley said, "about that..."
Aziraphale turned to look at him quizzically.
"The tea," said Crowley. "It was just some garden variety herbal tea."
Aziraphale's mouth dropped open.
"I made up the bit about the aphrodisiac. No secret ingredient, just a bit of hibiscus, maybe some lemongrass and rose hips... lemongrass doesn't make you horny does it?"
Azirphale simply continued to stare.48
"Now don't look at me like that, Angel! You can't pretend you didn't want it. That you didn't enjoy it. Otherwise my little experiment wouldn't have worked. I've been able to tell for ages now, that you've just been gagging for an excuse to..."
"I have not!" Aziraphale sounded positively scandalized.
"Oh, come off it. For months now. Every time you say 'pass the kettle, Crowley' or 'checkmate, Crowley' or 'wipe your feet, for Heaven's sake, Crowley' or 'how many times do I have to tell you not to drown the ducks, Crowley' I know what you've really been saying."
"... what's that?"
"That you wanted to shag me rotten."
"How did you get that?"
Crowley tapped his temple. "Reading between the lines. It's a great talent we demons have. There's always more than meets the eye."
"But - I - I mean I've not - there's not - " Aziraphale sputtered.
Crowley settled more comfortably into the bed, fluffing a pillow. "Hey, I didn't even mind when you were so shockingly gung-ho on topping. Didn't know you had it in you."
Aziraphale's face turned approximately the colour of a ripe beet.49
"And it's nice to see you speechless," Crowley added. "I wasn't sure you'd ever shut up. Next time we shag, I'm going to put tape over your mouth. Frankly I'm amazed I can read between the lines with you, it's not as if there's that much more to say."
"Next time?" Aziraphale squeaked.
Crowley merely smirked a little, and reached over to put out the light. After a moment there in the darkness, he heard Aziraphale's small voice:
"Crowley, pass the kettle?"
Crowley decided that maybe tea wasn't so poncy after all.50
47 The entire act had taken only about fifteen minutes, and Crowley was fairly certain that Aziraphale had been talking through fourteen of them.
48 And Crowley thought vaguely how nice it was not to hear him talking.
49 Or perhaps the nice red edges of a hibiscus in bloom. Given the circumstances.
50 And they all lived happily ever after. With lots of sex inside, outside, and between the lines.
~end~
Happy Holidays, grand_marquis, from your Secret Writer!
Author: violet_quill
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Warnings: Aphrodisiacs, unexpected tops, and sex between the lines.
Summary: Luring an angel into bed is one thing; getting them to shut up long enough to do anything once you're there is quite another.
Author's Notes: I do hope that this suits! There's one character who is a bit resentful about your request for "surprises" but hey, I for one had a lot of fun with that. A huge, gigantic thank you to M, my muse, beta, and altogether partner-in-crime.
It started with one cup of tea.
Or rather, it started somewhat before that, with Crowley's curiosity. Demons are naturally curious sorts, so when Crowley up and decided that there were some things that he really wanted to find out, he immediately set about concocting a plan. The plan itself ultimately went off without a hitch. And he did learn a great deal about what he'd set out to learn, but by the time it was all said and done his primary finding was this: Angels never bloody well shut up. What Aziraphale learned was considerably more, and not all of it was about tea.
In any case, the plan - Crowley's plan - began with that cup of tea.
Aziraphale blinked at the cup in surprise, because he had never been on the receiving end of such a gesture from Crowley before. He had assumed, in fact, that Crowley had little regard for tea drinking at all, that it had all sorts of horrible connotations.1 Furthermore, Crowley was not the sort to wait on anyone, least of all Aziraphale. And so the cup of tea lingered between them, gripped neatly by Crowley's thumb and forefinger, growing less hot and delicious with every passing second.
"It's getting cold," Crowley pointed out.
"I do prefer my Earl Grey this time of day…" Aziraphale offered weakly.
Crowley looked positively hurt, an expression not unlike that of a kicked puppy, which was something that Aziraphale had unfortunately encountered more than once during his years with his demonic companion. Though to be fair, it was not always Crowley doing the kicking, but the sorts that he tended to hang about with.2
"I made this tea just for you," Crowley said. "You're always offering it to me, after all."
And Aziraphale, in true angelic spirit, felt guilty for assigning any ulterior motives to the demon. He took the tea, smiled, and took a sip.
And that was how it began.
1 Like being British. And poncy. And all manner of other things that did not lend themselves to Bentleys and Queen.
2 The drowned ducks, however, those were all his doing.
*****
Or rather, it began approximately three and a half minutes later, when Crowley said, "It's quite a special sort of tea, you know."
Alarm bells began to sound in Aziraphale's head.3
"I liberated it from a monk in Tibet," Crowley continued cheerfully. "Not really your sort of monk, more my sort of monk. You know."
Aziraphale knew.
"That tea - " Crowley gestured. "Is going to be worth a lot of money someday if it's actually put out on the market. Of course, it will probably immediately be illegal…"
Aziraphale's head was starting to swim.
"I mean, the active ingredient is just a rare little flower. A very rare little flower that grows in the mountains in the snow and is near impossible to find. And actually, it's just the sex organs of the flower that's in the tea. A special ingredient, you might say. But you know what the monk told me?"
Aziraphale shook his head.
"He told me that it's the most powerful aphrodisiac known to man. Actually, not quite known to man yet. You may be one of the very first test subjects ever!" Crowley beamed proudly.
Aziraphale sank down hard into a chair.
"You may want to close up the shop," Crowley offered helpfully.
Aziraphale flicked his hand idly towards the front door, which jingled as the sign flipped from OPEN TEMPORARILY to CLOSED INDEFINITELY.
"Why... why... why...?" he sputtered, looking down at the teacup in horror. It was empty. He could swear the leaves at the bottom were plastered in lewd shapes. Dear God! His future?
"Oh, would you look at that," Crowley said, peering over his shoulder. "I've done that one."
"Crowley!" Aziraphale blurted. "You drugged me!" He was starting to feel hot. Feverish. He unbuttoned the top of his white oxford shirt. His tartan tweed jacket was already slung over the back of his chair.
"I thought you'd be a good test subject," Crowley said defensively. "I mean, if you can't fight off the effects, who could? Figured you'd want some first hand experience, want to be on the front lines keeping the stuff out of the hands of the unscrupulous…"
"People like you?" Aziraphale suggested, fanning his face with a copy of Jane Eyre.
"And I won't let anything bad happen to you. I swear on something…" Crowley made a face. "… holy, that I won't let you leave this bookshop and grab the first person you see on the street. Worst case scenario, we have a nice shag. That wouldn't be so bad, would it?"
Aziraphale looked horrified. Especially since the notion sent a slew of images even worse than those in the teacup swimming into his mind.
"It's not as if we haven't done it before."4
"I think I should…" Aziraphale started to stand, but wobbled a little on his feet. Crowley held him upright, and they were suddenly very, very close together.
It was at this point that Aziraphale realized that he was powerless to resist.
So he kissed Crowley. Rather sloppily. It was a lot of tongue and spit at first, but luckily it went on long enough that by the end they'd both rather gotten the hang of it.
"Let's go upstairs," Crowley suggested.
"Let's."
3 Aziraphale's alarm bells sounded not unlike church bells, actually. Very loud, very menacing church bells.
4The year was 1924, the country was France, the liquor was three and a half bottles of white wine, and Aziraphale did not remember a damn thing to this day, except that Crowley had a tattoo of a tulip on his left hip.
****
"Oh dear," said Aziraphale.5
"You're so cute when you're turned on," said Crowley, amused.6
"I - well - you - " Aziraphale cleared his throat.7 "It's just the tea acting, you know!"
"Of course, of course," said Crowley softly.8 "Just the tea, my dear."
"Did you have any tea?" Aziraphale asked.9
"Can we just shut up about the bloody tea already?" Crowley suggested.10
"But it's just, this feeling..." Aziraphale began, taking a deep breath.11 "It doesn't bother you that I only want you because of a chemical reaction?"12
"Not one little bit."13
5 This was as close to cursing as Aziraphale usually came, but it was appropriate as Crowley had just pulled him into the bedroom upstairs and pressed obscenely close to him, one hand squeezing Aziraphale's arse. It was also accompanied by a blush that began at his ears and ended at his collarbone.
6 Sometimes amused and aroused are easily confused, having so many letters in common.
7 So that he could breathe again, which was becoming increasingly difficult as Crowley's hand was over his groin.
8 Into Aziraphale's ear. His breath was warm, and his tongue traced the curve before he sucked on his lobe.
9 In response to the outline of Crowley's erection that he could feel insistent upon his hip.
10 And he rather hoped that the way he ground his hips against Aziraphale at that moment would help convince him.
11 Because the sudden friction against his cock through his trousers had stolen his breath for several seconds.
12 And as if offering proof of just how strong this particular chemical reaction was, he latched his mouth onto Crowley's again, moaning softly, exploring the demon's mouth with his tongue, all the while rutting up against him.
13 Not that Aziraphale could really hear him, since it was mumbled into a kiss, and at this point Crowley decided that all this talking was getting them nowhere, so he took a step back and began to strip off his clothes.
*****
"… huh."14
Crowley laughed. "Come here, angel."
"Okay."15
"You really ought to do something16 about these hideous trousers," Crowley added. "Though you do insist upon liking them, yes?"
"Yes, Crowley," Aziraphale said.17 "They're perfectly good trousers! Tweed is very fashionable."18
"Well, you've been wearing that same fashion for a long time,"19 Crowley said, taking off his glasses, then removing Aziraphale's as well.20
"I like my trousers," said Aziraphale.21
"I like you better without them," Crowley replied.21
14 This was not exactly the reaction that Crowley had been hoping for from Aziraphale in response to the sight of his naked body, but it appeared to be accompanied by a thin haze of lust, so that was okay.
15 Which was, to be fair, a bit acquiescent for Aziraphale, but he was still a bit dry in the mouth from the sight of Crowley's naked body (which was why "huh" had been the only word he was capable of forming a few moments ago).
16 What Crowley in the meantime did with Aziraphale's trousers (baby blue tartan tweed) was open them up and slide his hand down the front so that he could stroke Aziraphale's erection.
17 Though in combination with the way that Crowley was suddenly stroking Aziraphale's cock, it came out rather as "Yessssss,, Crowley!"
18 Of course, this entire statement was pretty much indistinguishable from a series of gasps and moans that accompanied it as Crowley stroked Aziraphale nearly to the point of orgasm.
19 Which he illustrated with a long, slooow stroke.
20 To prevent them from being broken as he took Aziraphale's mouth with a savage kiss, tongue driving inside.
21 Once he could actually speak again, which was several seconds after the kiss broke so that they could both breathe.
22 A declaration he not only meant, but proved by frantically disrobing the angel the rest of the way on the way to the bed.
*****
"We really ought to be discussing this tea business," said Aziraphale. "I ought to be very cross. You should apologize."23
"Of course."24 Crowley nodded.25. "I am sorry.26 Penitent.27 Whatever can I do to make it up to you?28
"Nnnnnngh," replied Aziraphale.29
"..."30
"Crowley, where on earth did you learn to do31 that?"32
"London," said Crowley.33
"I never learned anything like that in London," Aziraphale pointed out.34
"Lust has never exactly been something that your side encourages."35
"Unlike you and your... tea."36
23 A statement which, to be honest, was not very convincing since Aziraphale was now on his back on the bed, naked, glistening with sweat, and looking both positively debauched and aching for more.
24 As he said this, Crowley was beginning to realize that Aziraphale really was not going to shut up, no matter how far along in this they got.
25 Or rather dropped his head to lay kisses along Aziraphale's bare shoulders and chest.
26 Then licked down his stomach.
27 Followed by pushing Aziraphale's legs apart.
28 An utterly ridiculous question, considering Crowley began to suck him off before he could answer.
29 As he closed his eyes, involuntarily bucking his hips towards Crowley's mouth, feeling a sudden wash of pleasure over his entire body.
30 There wasn't much talking from Crowley, busy as he was doing weird things with his tongue as he bobbed again and again, drawing and plunging and gripping his hips.
31 This sentence took place over a course of several minutes, in between gasps and cries and whimpers.
32 "That" being the entire act in general, though as he said it he meant particularly a rather impressive act involving Crowley's tongue.
33 The answer came only after he'd done it a few more times, just to enjoy the noises the angel made. He finally let go and answered, then shifted lower, lifting the angel's hips to get access to show him the other thing his tongue could do.
34 A sentence which took even longer to get out because that thing that Crowley was now doing with his tongue, it somehow seemed Exceedingly Sinful but also felt very, very good and between those two things Aziraphale could hardly speak, let alone form coherent complete sentences.
35 Crowley could say this now because he'd finally stopped sucking and lifted his head, sitting up straight so that he could look down admiringly at Aziraphale.
36 "Tea" intoned in such a way that it sounded very vulgar indeed, coming from Aziraphale's mouth, especially as he sat up in the bed as well, a glint in his eye that was somehow even more vulgar.
*****
"Huh?"37
"You were right," Aziraphale said, "lust isn't really part of my repertoire.38 My lot is really more concerned about chastity and such."39
"Good thing you've gone native," said Crowley.40
"Yes."41
Crowley gasped.42
Aziraphale nodded,43 gasping as well.44
"Aziraphale!" said45 Crowley.
Aziraphale swore.46
37 The one-word reaction this time came from Crowley, and it was uttered in completely surprise as he suddenly found himself flat on his back on the bed, Aziraphale looming above him.
38 But it was part of Crowley's, apparently, because this is when Aziraphale found the small bottle of oil in Crowley's discarded trousers' pocket.
39 A fact which might have not been quite as filthy if he'd said it before he began to slide oil-slick fingers inside, preparing Crowley in a rather hasty manner before he positioned himself...and stopped...just for a spot of Torment that really should have been so much more Crowley's style than his own.
40 And the utter shock of finding himself in this position morphed into lust, and he was looking at Aziraphale with an expression of such pure want that he expected it might be a bit of Torment for Aziraphale as well.
41 The only word he could manage to say, again and again as he braced himself above Crowley and drove into the tight heat, clutching his hand and his hip.
42 And gasped. And gasped. And moaned. And whimpered. And gasped. And cried out. In that order.
43 But only because he was rocking his whole body, fucking Crowley with a strength and confidence that he certainly had never known he had. And all he could think was to thank Him for the blessings of tea.
44It was a sharp intake of breath as he let go of Crowley's hip and took hold of his cock once again, using the motion of their bodies to pull him off and make him feel Divine once again.
45 Okay, screamed. Loudly. Accompanied by a very sticky and impressive orgasm.
46 It was the first swear word that he'd used in a very long time, but it was entirely appropriate for the situation, and it too was accompanied by an orgasm that bordered on Divine.
*****
Afterwards,47 angel and demon lay entwined and sweaty on the bed.
"I'm feeling much better," said Aziraphale, taking a deep and relaxing breath. "Do you think that the effects of the aphrodisiac simply fade once sated by sexual contact?"
"Er," Crowley said, "about that..."
Aziraphale turned to look at him quizzically.
"The tea," said Crowley. "It was just some garden variety herbal tea."
Aziraphale's mouth dropped open.
"I made up the bit about the aphrodisiac. No secret ingredient, just a bit of hibiscus, maybe some lemongrass and rose hips... lemongrass doesn't make you horny does it?"
Azirphale simply continued to stare.48
"Now don't look at me like that, Angel! You can't pretend you didn't want it. That you didn't enjoy it. Otherwise my little experiment wouldn't have worked. I've been able to tell for ages now, that you've just been gagging for an excuse to..."
"I have not!" Aziraphale sounded positively scandalized.
"Oh, come off it. For months now. Every time you say 'pass the kettle, Crowley' or 'checkmate, Crowley' or 'wipe your feet, for Heaven's sake, Crowley' or 'how many times do I have to tell you not to drown the ducks, Crowley' I know what you've really been saying."
"... what's that?"
"That you wanted to shag me rotten."
"How did you get that?"
Crowley tapped his temple. "Reading between the lines. It's a great talent we demons have. There's always more than meets the eye."
"But - I - I mean I've not - there's not - " Aziraphale sputtered.
Crowley settled more comfortably into the bed, fluffing a pillow. "Hey, I didn't even mind when you were so shockingly gung-ho on topping. Didn't know you had it in you."
Aziraphale's face turned approximately the colour of a ripe beet.49
"And it's nice to see you speechless," Crowley added. "I wasn't sure you'd ever shut up. Next time we shag, I'm going to put tape over your mouth. Frankly I'm amazed I can read between the lines with you, it's not as if there's that much more to say."
"Next time?" Aziraphale squeaked.
Crowley merely smirked a little, and reached over to put out the light. After a moment there in the darkness, he heard Aziraphale's small voice:
"Crowley, pass the kettle?"
Crowley decided that maybe tea wasn't so poncy after all.50
47 The entire act had taken only about fifteen minutes, and Crowley was fairly certain that Aziraphale had been talking through fourteen of them.
48 And Crowley thought vaguely how nice it was not to hear him talking.
49 Or perhaps the nice red edges of a hibiscus in bloom. Given the circumstances.
50 And they all lived happily ever after. With lots of sex inside, outside, and between the lines.
~end~
Happy Holidays, grand_marquis, from your Secret Writer!