Aziraphale.

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At his confirmation, he dumped the skins into a bowl and began to cut the potatoes into it. A pot was filled with water and put on the stove, and as soon as it had the hint of beginning to boil it was all dumped in. Who knew it would be so entertaining to make things like this for a loved one? Well. Of course, that much was obvious. But it was something that was always meant to be for girls. Not for a man, or at least– Not for two men. Simply unheard of. But as the other spoke, his ears tingled. What kind of tea– And then, he could feel the other’s body pressed against his.

“O-oh, I don’t know. I have plenty. I usually like it without any sugar or cream. Perhaps… Let’s do Earl Gray today. A proper English dinner.” He turned his head to give Crowley a gentle smile, his heart throbbing as tried to keep his cool regarding being so dreadfully close. It was hard to focus, as if they hadn’t already been intimate a handful of times already. His cheeks reddened, and stayed red even as Crowley stepped away, only one hand remaining on his hip as he went to make the tea. …Ah! The sausages! He’d forgotten! He turned them, breathing in sharply. 

“Well. Anyway. Thank you for getting out all the plates and utensils, and that tea, I’m sure it’ll be lovely. Ah. It might still take a moment for the potatoes to finish. I mean– Well. It takes a bit of work to mash them.” He tested to see how soft they were in the boiling water, and as soon as he was satisfied, he transferred them to a pot where he began to mash them, only taking just a moment to add some butter and salt to the mixture. He took another glance at Crowley, soaking up the sight of the other helping him in the kitchen. He hadn’t realized how lonely he’d always felt in his home until now. And, at such a lovely thought, darkness began to creep into the thoughts in the back of his mind.

“Do you think anyone will ever get suspicious of us? Being together so often?”

Earl Grey, how exceptionally English of his lovely dove. And to think Azir was anything of the sort with as well traveled and conversed as he was. It was no wonder the blonde had chosen this dreadful island to call his home. It suited his mannerisms perfectly and his lifestyle to boot. Crowley suddenly became very aware of how obscure their meeting truly was. Fate by fate for fate’s sake seemed to be playing in their favor. He was far from being a God fearing man, but times like this, while basically standing in the graces of an angel, the redhead did have to wonder what the stars were playing at far above.

While he was busy toiling away with tiny bags of tea and taking the kettle off the stove, Crowley’s ear pricked to Azir’s words. It wasn’t the homely talk of peas and mash but rather something that made his heart drop to the bottom of his chest. If anyone will become suspicious of them? His heart thudded. Of being together too often? Again, a hard thump. Those amber eyes of his lifted from whatever his fingers were fiddling with. Was Azir suggesting they were spending too much time together. Was it making the blonde uncomfortable? Better yet, it was a reasonable question …where they becoming too obvious?

“Ngh, nah …jussst weekends really, isn’ it? Why, someone bein’ suspicious to you, Angel?” He asked with concern, but it left a strike of fear in his heart. Azir wouldn’t leave him out of fear of what the world thought of him, would he? Then again …it wasn’t like that wasn’t uncommon. Maybe meeting the blonde had been too good of fate to be true. The pot of tea was set and Crowley went along to help Azir pile a wonderfully home cooked meal onto the plates. However, that lovely warm feeling of a full house was lost on the redhead for the time, leaving him silent in his own thoughts as he retreated to their little table.

“My lot never give a damn, never care,” he hissed as he shook his head, flicking his eyes toward his lover. “Could …could alwaysss tone it down a bit, however. Stay away from the shop a few daysss.” He said as he scratched under his chin, once again thinking, staring. It was a safe idea, and a reasonable one, even if the thought left a sinking feeling in the redhead’s soul. Why must society treat them like, well, criminals! Crowley knew criminals, and there was nothing wrong with loving another man. In fact he knew it was the most wholesome and wonderful thing he’d ever done with his damned life.

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“Oh. Oh, no, you don’t have to stay away,” Azir replied, his heart thumping in response to the answer. What a grotesque request. After he’d finally found someone he could be comfortable with? He hated the concept. He finished what he had to do with the food and gently and quietly thanked Crowley for the plate that was handed to him. He gave the two of them their portions of food, and sat down at the table that Crowley had set for them.

“It was just-- While I was at church, perhaps it was my imagination, but it felt as though everyone was staring. They had a conversation about... Relationships like ours. Made it quite difficult to not be paranoid, I’m afraid.” He patted a napkin onto his lap and smoothed it out, taking in a gentle breath as he steadied himself. What a thing to complain about, souring the mood of such a lovely Sunday. His lips pressed together for just a moment, and he found himself again as his eyes blinked upward to observe Crowley.

“Well. I apologize for that, we really shouldn’t think about such things. I’m being a silly-billy for being so worried. I’m sure it will be just fine. It’s normal, to have a friend. A... Oh, I don’t know. Business partner.” A good excuse, wouldn’t it be...? Someone who helped him acquire particularly rare books. The memory of the woman he’d met last night flooded his mind. The little business card she’d given him-- Even beyond it being a valid excuse for Crowley being around, he should well remember to look into that. 

“Regardless! Tell me how the food tastes, if it’s up to your standards.” An effort to get out of an entirely dreadful conversation. He gave Crowley a warm smile and picked up his fork, awaiting the other’s words as he spooned some of the mash onto his utensil and took a bite. And gave a full-cheeked smile as the spoon left his lips. 

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“Oh, jolly good, there it is,” Aziraphale said as he wiggled deeper into the recliner, eyeing the plant Crowley had received him him only a couple weeks before. His cheeks dimpled as he watched it take its place on a shelf. He might think to tease Crowley about how serious he was about the plant arrangements, but the face of the matter was that it was all too reminiscent of how Aziraphale treated his own book collection. And now that he need not worry about humans being too comfortable in his bookshop, he could always make things… Not so dusty and dirty.

Though he did quite come to enjoy the smell and presence of dust. Especially when it intertwined with the smell of old paper. A decidedly comforting smell, probably purely from years of smelling nothing but it. It smelled like home. And now the smell of freshly wet potting soil was going to come to mean home, as well. What a lovely thought that one was.

“Well, I never thought I would be retired at all, so there’s your answer,” Aziraphale replied to his partner, thinking it might be nice to close his eyes, but not as nice as watching Crowley work with his plants. “But how I imagine human retirement– I’d assume this is a fair bit greater, given we never have to worry about getting old. So as far as I am concerned, I truly could not be happier. And how do you feel, my dear, about our lovely retirement? And retirement home?”

There was something comforting in the sensation of a certain pair of blue eyes following him. Most hated that feeling, of being watched, but when it came to Crowley there was no greater knowledge than that of a guardian angel lurking in the room. It straightened his otherwise terrible posture a little moreso than usual. Dragging his snake eyes over each and every leaf, the serpent attempted to go about intimidating his plants per usual. However, he was finding it increasingly difficult to do so the more Aziraphale went on about retirement for as long as they both shall exist. Hopefully the plants couldn’t sense the snake going soft.

“Never thought of retiring without you, Angel,” he said lazily but true. “Might …might have thought it a time or two,” he shrugged with a scrunch of his nose. “No where in particular ….jusssss as long as you were with it, the retirement that issss,” he hissed as he slunk nearer, playing off his confession with a cool sway to his step. The plants were all but forgotten. The serpent didn’t stop until he was laying his long, lanky body across the angel that was so happily resting in his reclining chair. The tall man made himself perfectly comfortable, resting his head right along side his life partner’s.

“An’ the house …the house!” His golden eyes widened, coiling an arm around his lover’s neck. “Love it. Love it! Can just imagine? Ngh, no one to bother us. Can do what we like, whenever we like! Can sleep for all ages if we wanted!” He teased, knowing full well Aziraphale would never let them sleep for more than a month’s time and that was pushing it. All their’s, alone, together, forever…

Ding Dong! Went the doorbell. Crowley’s brows instantly flat-lined, bringing with it a deadpanned scowl. Who dare disturb the sacred space of an Angel and a Demon?! Ding Ding Ding DONG! Wasn’t his angel going to get that?

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“Oh? I always imagined you always figured retirement would be off among the stars, as boring as that sounded as soon as the humans began to invent so many lovely things,” Aziraphale replied, watching the demon come closer. His body was welcomed across him, plump arms wrapping around the other’s body. He nearly settled for a moment, but was jerked wide-eyed as soon as Crowley’s arms wrapped around his neck and his voice yelled about the house. And of course, it just had to be about sleeping. He smiled but let out a sigh and an eyeroll. Sleeping for all ages. What was the point of preventing Armageddon--?

“Look--” Aziraphale was interrupted, then, by the doorbell. He frowned gently, and glanced away, toward the direction of the window. ...He wasn’t technically an angel anymore, he didn’t have to be nice and answer it. And as soon as he thought about that, he opened his mouth to just continue to speak to Crowley. But as soon as his mouth opened, the bell ran again. Once more, he tried to ignore it, but it seemed whoever was at the door, they were insistent. He scowled and finally clambered up to his feet, minding Crowley to get off of him however he pleased. 

He walked out into the hallway and even managed to grumble something only half-polite under his breath as the doorbell rang again. He managed to get to the door in time before it happened again, and opened it, doing his best to at least not look too terribly offended, despite all accounts. Really. The nerve of some people. At least wait a little while before rolling out some sort of welcome party.

“Hello, hello.”

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Finally. She watched expectantly and smugly as Crowley pulled up from the sheets, though her own laziness made it difficult to follow. As soon as they had stood up, she had sat upright and made something of an effort to fix her hair. Her wings disappeared and her cloak was thrown over her again, but with a few miraculous touches, it closed at the wait as well as a shoulder. More fitting for women’s wear. 

“Oh, why– Let’s do oysters,” Aziraphale replied, pepping up at the mere thought of food. It was enough to get her out of bed and trot toward Crowley as she sat in the window that Aziraphale had snuck in from before. “Oysters. And bread. And wine. Sounds like a lovely way to start the evening. Oh, my stomach’s growling simply thinking of it.” She grinned, looking out into the sunrise. Maybe afterward they could go bathe or something of the like. It was easier to tolerate the public baths in a woman’s body over a man’s, she’d found.

She grabbed Crowley’s hand and gave her a gentle tug, meant to pull her up and already begin to drag her to the door– all too eager for their awaiting meal now. They’d had all the fun Crowley wanted, and now it was time for Aziraphale to have hers. Sex felt good, but it could only be so entertaining, especially when it so often tied so strongly with one’s job. It couldn’t all just be work and near-work, could it?

It was a beautiful thing. The mere mention of something savory to eat and suddenly the demonic force that was Aziraphale was more bright and shiny than a the first sunrise itself. Crowley rolled her eyes and let off a little snicker. The demon did know just how to twirl the angel around her little finger. Thought, the snake-like angel just may enjoy being tangled around that demon’s finger a little too much. Watching her lover swiftly change into something a little more fitting and feminine, Crowley was quick to follow in Aziraphale’s footsteps once she began to tug the snake along and out the door. Away they went, arm in arm.

“Oysters? Never had an oyster don’ think,” the snake hissed softly. The morning was already warming the stones that lined the path from her garden and towards town. The distant sound of an awaking town peppered the air as well as the many smells that came along with it. That of fish mongers and baked goods. And once they’d made it from the snake’s garden wall and into town, the angel couldn’t resist laying her free hand over the arm that linked her own.

“Know of a place in town then that serves them? Wha’s it taste like? No, wait, don’ tell me. I’d rather be surprised.” A little chuckle followed. The pair of flowing beauties were gathering more glances the further they walked the town. Not just from men but from women too, young and old. Were they so obviously not of this world? With Aziraphale’s perfect curls of gold and perfect skin, and Crowley’s wild hair and piercing gaze, they were a cut above the rest, but just human enough to blend in with the crowd.

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“Well, don’t let me tempt you! Or I suppose, do let me. Do. Definitely,” Aziraphale replied excitedly as the other admitted to never trying them. Really, she never understood this about the other angels and devils; why not try everything the world had to offer? Crowley was closer to her than most were in that sense, but seemed to always be far more interested in sleeping than food. And that-- That is what Aziraphale really did not understand. Though she’d made the decision to tolerate such a thought process, once Crowley’s soft hand hand rested on her arm and the smell of baked goods flooded Aziraphale’s senses.

“Hm? Oh, yes, I know just the place. No-- Yes, don’t worry, I won’t tell you a thing about them other than the fact that you must try them. It’s quite fun to do so, really. Here. You see that little restaurant over there, closer to the docks? The one that sells all sorts of lovely fish. They sell oyster too. That is what we will be having.” Aziraphale blabbered on, completely oblivious to those around them as she dragged the angel into the restaurant, breathing in deeply the aroma of all the food cooking already. 

She sat the both of them down and got comfortable before waving over a waiter, a large smile on her face the entire time. Times like this, it was easy to forget she was technically a demon. It’d be nice to just be a human in a time like this, caring about nothing more than some delicious food. 

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“Bangers and mash,” he replied with a nod. Just about anything sounded good, but given that Crowley was so sweet to buy him their last meal, it was only natural he cooked what Crowley be given the ability to pick. His chest puffed out lightly as he buttoned up his shirt, and once he was fully clothed, he’d stolen another glance at Crowley. Listened to him murmur about if he ‘had something else in mind.’ Azir’s cheeks dimpled again. How cute, trying to push Azir into picking for himself. No, bangers and mash sounded perfectly lovely. He gave a gentle shake of his head, utterly delighted at every inch of Crowley that he revealed to him, and turned out the door.

“I should have everything necessary,” he spoke, heading into his kitchen and rifling through his fridge. Sausages were set on the counter, and in a few more moments, as he searched through this cabinet and that, they were greeted with potatoes and a can of peas, and all sorts of assortments to make a gravy. His sleeves were rolled up again, revealing forearms that had the lightest bit of hair and likely a bit too much pudginess for their size, and he got to work. First, he was skinning the potatoes. 

“Answer me this, my dear boy. Do you like potato skin in your mash? I’ve found I rather like it, especially for red potatoes. But you’re the guest here, so I’d prefer you only tell me what you’d like. How about it, then? Hn?” He shifted in place as the skin piled onto a little cutting board he’d previously placed on the counter, his eyes darting from the potato to Crowley and back again as he struggled to keep both an eye on what he was doing, and fight the urge to do nothing but stare at the lovely redhead before him. 

What a life he’d made out for himself already. Two men, living like a couple, after even just knowing each other for about a month or two. He couldn’t picture his life at all without him, now. It was all he ever wanted. Especially now that his eyes had been opened to the world around him, just like himself, but having been so hidden to the eye. Losing Crowley, even just the idea of losing him, would be like losing eyesight after only having just gained it. He smiled again at Crowley, though he dipped back into peeling the potatoes when his hand nearly slipped. He absolutely couldn’t live without this man anymore. He’d happily cook for him the rest of his life, if it kept him around.

There was something soothing in the manner at which Azir accepted him so freely. There was no backlash nor snarl of looks at his suggestions for dinner, only the gentleness that came with love and admiration. The feeling was new and sensational for Crowley, causing his chest to swell like the swelling of his heart. Was this what it felt like to be loved, to love in return? Was he himself in love? The man questioned it as he watched the beautiful blonde toil away with potatoes and sausage. Whatever it was, the criminal wanted all there was to have until the end of time. It looked like his eternal happiness was going to include the makings of dinner tonight.

“Ngh, can’t say I’ve ever tried it …wouldn’ mind a try,” he answered regarding potato skins in mash. What a trivial question to leave him feeling flushed. It was only made worse by the sight of Azir’s rolled up sleeves. Crowley decided to make himself useful less he be caught staring wide eyed at the sight. With a smirk hooked into his sharp features, he rummaged through Azir’s cabinets until a set of plates and silverware were produced. Imagine them acting so homely; himself at that! It felt embarrassingly wonderful. He did his best to keep his careless nature as he set the small table for the two of them. Azir wouldn’t mind him chipping in by making himself at home, would he? Of course not. The blonde was far too kind for that. In fact, Crowley reached for the kettle next in order to set a pot of water to boil for tea for the two of them.

“And what of my angel …tea for dinner? Could always go for wine afterward.” The smokey voice filtered from behind the blonde’s head this time. Crowley was standing but a breath behind him. Soon, both of his long, slender hands slithered around his plump waist, catching Azir against the redhead’s long torso as he worked. It was sensual and subtle, but non threatening nor sexual and easy to escape. Crowley was simply …relaxed, watching from over Azir’s shoulder as the food cooked for the both of them. Relaxed, it was another feeling that the blonde brought out of the otherwise anxious criminal all too easily.

“Tea though, what kind you fancy?” The redhead broke the lovely moment by reaching for the assortment of tea bags that sat on Azir’s counter. Earl Grey, English Breakfast perhaps? His fingers ran over the tops of tea bags but his attention was fixed on the crook of Azir’s neck and the way his soft curls rolled around his ear. One hand forever rested on Azir’s waist and a golden eye turned to his lover, even as the redhead slunk away to finish brewing for their meal. The sizzle of sausage made his nose twitch and gave an audible grumble from his stomach. If there was one thing the blonde was certainly good at it was getting the redhead to eat. Azir made meal time something to look forward to.

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At his confirmation, he dumped the skins into a bowl and began to cut the potatoes into it. A pot was filled with water and put on the stove, and as soon as it had the hint of beginning to boil it was all dumped in. Who knew it would be so entertaining to make things like this for a loved one? Well. Of course, that much was obvious. But it was something that was always meant to be for girls. Not for a man, or at least-- Not for two men. Simply unheard of. But as the other spoke, his ears tingled. What kind of tea-- And then, he could feel the other’s body pressed against his.

“O-oh, I don’t know. I have plenty. I usually like it without any sugar or cream. Perhaps... Let’s do Earl Gray today. A proper English dinner.” He turned his head to give Crowley a gentle smile, his heart throbbing as tried to keep his cool regarding being so dreadfully close. It was hard to focus, as if they hadn’t already been intimate a handful of times already. His cheeks reddened, and stayed red even as Crowley stepped away, only one hand remaining on his hip as he went to make the tea. ...Ah! The sausages! He’d forgotten! He turned them, breathing in sharply. 

“Well. Anyway. Thank you for getting out all the plates and utensils, and that tea, I’m sure it’ll be lovely. Ah. It might still take a moment for the potatoes to finish. I mean-- Well. It takes a bit of work to mash them.” He tested to see how soft they were in the boiling water, and as soon as he was satisfied, he transferred them to a pot where he began to mash them, only taking just a moment to add some butter and salt to the mixture. He took another glance at Crowley, soaking up the sight of the other helping him in the kitchen. He hadn’t realized how lonely he’d always felt in his home until now. And, at such a lovely thought, darkness began to creep into the thoughts in the back of his mind.

“Do you think anyone will ever get suspicious of us? Being together so often?”

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He smiled gently at Crowley when his knuckles reached the other’s soft lips, taking the time to relax in the bath for now. His ears perked to Crowley’s words, and a snort left his lips. He glanced away with a slightly reddened face. He supposed they had. He’d never done anything remotely close to that in his life, and yet Crowley had gotten him to have sex in the most societally-viewed grotesque ways imaginable, twice, within twenty-four hours. And even still, his body was buzzing- he may feel some pain, but it paled in comparison to their time together.

“Oh, no. It’s fine,” he insisted regarding getting carried away. That much wasn’t something he could blame him for. He knew all too well how easy it was to get carried away, remembering quietly the time he’d all but jumped on top of Crowley and rubbed the both of their bodies together. He breathed out slowly, only taken from his thoughts when Crowley stood up to his feet. His blue eyes followed the man, and before he knew it he’d been helped to his wobbly feet as well, though with some regret. It’d been nice, laying there, letting warm water trickle over their bodies. But before he could complain, Crowley spoke up again and ran thick fingers through his hair, with a sort of gentleness that he still couldn’t find himself used to. No, he couldn’t complain at all. Not when he looked into those eyes and heard his own heart thumping away in his ears. 

“Maybe a proper dinner, and then biscuits,” he replied softly, a grumble coming from his stomach at the mere notion of food. He took a step to leave the bath, but was immediately assaulted with a towel, cleaned and dried by his lover before he could even so much as think about doing it himself. It’d taken him by surprise at first, but the warmth of the towel drying him off with a soft, firm shake underneath Crowley’s hands wiped any worry from the blonde. It made his heart throb as he stared back into Crowley’s eyes, feeling his breath quicken in his lungs. But all the same, he took the towel from his hands, dried the rest of himself off as quickly as he could, and returned the favor by wiping Crowley’s face dry and running the towel through into his dark mess of hair. 

“I’ll cook us up a proper dinner. And then we’ll have dessert. Best not to spoil our appetites,” he murmured as he smoothed the towel along the other’s arms and body for good measure, leaving the towel hanging on Crowley’s shoulder when he found themselves both sufficiently dry. He stepped out, not without a little bit of awkwardness from his new(and old) soreness, and immediately found his clothes to begin putting them on again. “What would you like? Do you have an appetite for anything in particular?”

With the way those blue eyes stared up at him like that, Crowley had nearly forgotten what he was doing. Drying off his lover- that was it. His slender hands had been working over Azir’s blonde curls without him, leaving the redhead to hang onto every word the blonde spoke. Dinner before desert. It was so proper that the street-rat could have rolled his eyes, but it was perfect all the same. Of course Azir would want to keep the night proper, especially when it came to a meal. And maybe the redhead was a little ‘peckish’ too. His stomach did growl at the mere mention. They had had a lot of physical activity lately, hadn’t they?

“Ngh, anythin’sssss fine,” he hissed softly, not accustom at all at being asked or offered a meal. It was always take take take from his kind. Perhaps the blonde was a bit of a criminal himself for he was surely stealing away the redhead’s heart. The towel that hung around Crowley’s shoulders swung and dangled as he attempted to wiggle his way back into his clothing. Really, the lanky man was a sight whenever it came to the skill of balance, especially when he was distracted by watching a much more enticing sight dress up right before him. Every button of Azir’s shirt, down to the way he smoothed his clothing back into place was spectacular. It was a miracle Crowley put his own shirt on the right way, the devil was staring so terribly hard.

“Have a bit eh …well, in the mood for? Could go for some bangers and mash if you’re offerin’,” he said with a scratch of his wet head and a glance that tested the waters. It wouldn’t be too bad to suggest something if the bookkeeper was offering, right? Might as well take up the opportunity, he argued to himself. Besides, the idea of someone so dear to him whipping up something so homely put a deep thump in his heart. It was one thing to wine and dine together, it was another to share a meal that was so close to home. If eating regularly meant he was fed by such a beautiful soul then Crowley didn’t think he’d mind that at all.

“Unlessssss you have somethin’ else in mind?” The criminal decided it best to give his blonde angel a way out. He even said it with a bit of pep to his voice. The kitchen wasn’t too far off. Crowley was making himself at home a little further each time they kept together in such a manner. Like a couple. A real couple. Something the redhead was now assured he’d never really had until he’d met Azir. Never had life with another felt so grand or left such a warmth to his very bones. If he hadn’t been doomed to the devil’s deeds he may never leave, less Azir outright kicked him out of his home, and even then he may come slinking back like a wily ol’ serpent. Could he really be blamed? Azir was the best thing that’d ever happened in his wretched life.

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“Bangers and mash,” he replied with a nod. Just about anything sounded good, but given that Crowley was so sweet to buy him their last meal, it was only natural he cooked what Crowley be given the ability to pick. His chest puffed out lightly as he buttoned up his shirt, and once he was fully clothed, he’d stolen another glance at Crowley. Listened to him murmur about if he ‘had something else in mind.’ Azir’s cheeks dimpled again. How cute, trying to push Azir into picking for himself. No, bangers and mash sounded perfectly lovely. He gave a gentle shake of his head, utterly delighted at every inch of Crowley that he revealed to him, and turned out the door.

“I should have everything necessary,” he spoke, heading into his kitchen and rifling through his fridge. Sausages were set on the counter, and in a few more moments, as he searched through this cabinet and that, they were greeted with potatoes and a can of peas, and all sorts of assortments to make a gravy. His sleeves were rolled up again, revealing forearms that had the lightest bit of hair and likely a bit too much pudginess for their size, and he got to work. First, he was skinning the potatoes. 

“Answer me this, my dear boy. Do you like potato skin in your mash? I’ve found I rather like it, especially for red potatoes. But you’re the guest here, so I’d prefer you only tell me what you’d like. How about it, then? Hn?” He shifted in place as the skin piled onto a little cutting board he’d previously placed on the counter, his eyes darting from the potato to Crowley and back again as he struggled to keep both an eye on what he was doing, and fight the urge to do nothing but stare at the lovely redhead before him. 

What a life he’d made out for himself already. Two men, living like a couple, after even just knowing each other for about a month or two. He couldn’t picture his life at all without him, now. It was all he ever wanted. Especially now that his eyes had been opened to the world around him, just like himself, but having been so hidden to the eye. Losing Crowley, even just the idea of losing him, would be like losing eyesight after only having just gained it. He smiled again at Crowley, though he dipped back into peeling the potatoes when his hand nearly slipped. He absolutely couldn’t live without this man anymore. He’d happily cook for him the rest of his life, if it kept him around.

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It was a strange realization, just how empty the space between them felt in the small time it took Aziraphale to join him down in the bath. Once those plump fingers found his own, Crowley let out a dizzying sigh, letting his head roll to one side. His body felt spent and exhausted, both from their round in the bath and the general demands of the day. To curl up with is lover and sleep away the rest of eternity, only that could top a night like this. Water began sprinkling down over them, taking the redhead from his recent thoughts. Lifting the hand that held his own, he kissed Azir’s large knuckles.

“Have been at it a bit, haven’t we,” Crowley felt a rush of red run into his cheeks at Azir’s words. Had he been too rough for his docile bookkeeper? Azir had asked to be gentle. Crowley had thought he meant starting off; he’d have to make it up to his lover later. In the meanwhile, he could at least care for his blonde boyfriend. Standing, the redhead helped Azir to their equally wobbly legs. Crowley’s body had being grateful for the down time. A moment earlier and he probably would have slipped right out of the tub without that rest.

“Sorry, I ngk, that -I …got a little carried away there,” he admitted past a bitten tongue, kicking himself inwardly and feeling like a fool. But how could he resist that face. Just one past of glance between them and Crowley felt his heart melting. The way Azir glowed truly was that of an angelic nature. One could call it after glow, but the redhead thought it so much more than that. Unable to break his stare, couldn’t help but wonder if Azir knew of other ways they could go about having sex. Ways that wouldn’t include him being on the bottom. Where those things still going to ‘wait a while’? Was it crude of Crowley to wonder? The curious redhead just made it worse for himself by wondering just what Azir would think or feel when it came to other things they could do together.

“How you feel about wastin’ the rest of the night away? Still have that tin of biscuits,” he offered as he slicked his hands through Azir’s coiled curls. The down pour of water was toppling over the both of them, rising them clean from any filth that may have clung to their skin after their rough love making. Once they were both nice and clean, the redhead took the liberty to turn off the water. The gurgle of the drain drinking up the last of the water cleared the bath. Then, reaching for the nearest hanging towel, the soft-hearted criminal threw the fluffy towel over Azir’s head rather than his own, scrunching it a few times.

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He smiled gently at Crowley when his knuckles reached the other’s soft lips, taking the time to relax in the bath for now. His ears perked to Crowley’s words, and a snort left his lips. He glanced away with a slightly reddened face. He supposed they had. He’d never done anything remotely close to that in his life, and yet Crowley had gotten him to have sex in the most societally-viewed grotesque ways imaginable, twice, within twenty-four hours. And even still, his body was buzzing- he may feel some pain, but it paled in comparison to their time together.

“Oh, no. It’s fine,” he insisted regarding getting carried away. That much wasn’t something he could blame him for. He knew all too well how easy it was to get carried away, remembering quietly the time he’d all but jumped on top of Crowley and rubbed the both of their bodies together. He breathed out slowly, only taken from his thoughts when Crowley stood up to his feet. His blue eyes followed the man, and before he knew it he’d been helped to his wobbly feet as well, though with some regret. It’d been nice, laying there, letting warm water trickle over their bodies. But before he could complain, Crowley spoke up again and ran thick fingers through his hair, with a sort of gentleness that he still couldn’t find himself used to. No, he couldn’t complain at all. Not when he looked into those eyes and heard his own heart thumping away in his ears. 

“Maybe a proper dinner, and then biscuits,” he replied softly, a grumble coming from his stomach at the mere notion of food. He took a step to leave the bath, but was immediately assaulted with a towel, cleaned and dried by his lover before he could even so much as think about doing it himself. It’d taken him by surprise at first, but the warmth of the towel drying him off with a soft, firm shake underneath Crowley’s hands wiped any worry from the blonde. It made his heart throb as he stared back into Crowley’s eyes, feeling his breath quicken in his lungs. But all the same, he took the towel from his hands, dried the rest of himself off as quickly as he could, and returned the favor by wiping Crowley’s face dry and running the towel through into his dark mess of hair. 

“I’ll cook us up a proper dinner. And then we’ll have dessert. Best not to spoil our appetites,” he murmured as he smoothed the towel along the other’s arms and body for good measure, leaving the towel hanging on Crowley’s shoulder when he found themselves both sufficiently dry. He stepped out, not without a little bit of awkwardness from his new(and old) soreness, and immediately found his clothes to begin putting them on again. “What would you like? Do you have an appetite for anything in particular?”

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He was going harder. It wasn’t so gentle as last time; Crowley grabbed his shoulder and hip with such a grasp that made Azir shiver and wobble, making him drop his grip on his cock. Despite his original request that he stay slow, Crowley seemed-- Animalistic. Azir didn’t protest, giving into him and leaning further down, his legs feeling weak. He compensated by fishing in the air with his free hand until he just barely found and grabbed the edge of the bath to hold onto. 

His ears were acutely aware of each noise; the sounds that left Azir’s mouth but didn’t feel as though he truly made them, each heavy breath from Crowley’s lips, the sound of their bodies beating against each other, the splash of water-- Each somehow drove him further up the wall, leaving him in a blind ecstasy as Crowley drove him to orgasm and his cum only thickened down his thigh. He could hear Crowley groaning lowly, his voice nearly breaking as he pressed deeper inside of him. Pounded him deeply as if he didn’t want to leave him, but only a few more times before settling. He still could scarcely believe he was actually still standing, not having just collapsed from how weak he felt. Azir’s blue eyes stared down at the water below, sweat from his forehead disturbing the surface. He could see Crowley’s long feet, pressed up against his own as his shins nuzzled up to the backs of Azir’s. His heart thumped.

He felt decidedly empty until he’d noticed a second stream of cum on his leg, and felt Crowley’s gentle touch against his side, stroking him. Speaking to him. It felt so different than before; more hungry than a simple act of loving passion that had seemed to overwhelm them the night before. He straightened himself out, and glanced down at Crowley as he settled himself in the water. He was offered a hand, and took it. And found it decidedly hard to actually figure out how to use his legs again, if only just to fold them and sit down, wobbling a bit while doing so. His hands searched and found the plug to pull for the water to drain, and in another short movement, he pulled a switch and turned on the water again-- this time, the shower, rinsing away their sweat.

“Ah-- Maybe wait a while before we do anything like the sort again,” Azir murmured, shifting in his spot as he tried to find a comfortable way to kneel in the bath. “I’m... Exhausted.” Maybe doing it so quickly after last was pushing it; maybe he should have asserted himself and said something when Crowley turned him around and did as he pleased. And yet all the same, just glancing in Crowley’s direction was giving him goosebumps. 

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Her heart thumped as she watched him lean over her and stare at her with all the light and warmth of the sun itself. As much as she joked that he was essentially a demon, just looking at him like that– No, not at all. He was an angel through and through. And a breathtaking one. Demons never got to look like that. Demons weren’t so radiant. That was part of the point of being a demon, wasn’t it? Not being at all radiant or angelic, as much as Crowley would remind Aziraphale that they were ‘the same species, different political party.’ 

She closed her eyes when the other rested beside her and pulled her into his arms, doing her best to willfully ignore his words that confirmed to her that they’d been doing what they had for days(it was, after all, so easy to get lost in each other). The wings that had remained on her back flapped pleasantly, until the other begged for a nap. Then an eye crept open and glanced toward him, giving him a furrowed brow. Days were spent doing something like that, and now he was begging for a nap. A ‘little’ one he said, though she knew it would be at least a full day long. At least.

He whispered his love for her as he petted her hair, and she rolled her eyes, though she knew full well he’d be able to see right through it with the waves of love that must have been wafting off of her. He’d mentioned them in the past. She was very well aware of its presence. And the way he was talking to her and petting her, he could probably feel it all ever the more. But all the same– Another nap?

“If you really love me, you’d neglect to take that nap,” she replied, raising a brow and gently running her plump fingers over the other’s arm as it draped over her. “You did promise that we’d go out to eat afterward. Did you forget that already? I’m as famished as a demon could possibly imagine themselves, in fact. Just utterly starving.” Sure, that was a complete and utter lie and Aziraphale could only just imagine what hunger might actually begin to feel like, but all the same, she had an intense craving for just about any sort of food. Nothing possibly sounded better than relaxing and eating a lovely meal with the angel.

Well, he supposed it made sense when his little attempt at temptation didn’t work. Temptation really wasn’t in his job description, after all. Leave it to the devil under his arm to taunt and tempt him perfectly like a true professional. Crowley had caught that little turn of eye, too. The way Aziraphale’s big blue hues rolled, it was nothing when compared by the sheer force of love that was beating off of her with every breath she took. The angel simply chuckled, his long waves of red falling over his shoulders as they shook, amused.

“Oh, such harsh words,” he tisk’ed, as it was his job to scold a demon after all. “I shouldn’ expect less from a demon, I suppose.” He teased back. Crowley untwined themselves from their beloved demon and sat off of the messy bed. The white wings that spread behind Aziraphale, their gentleness and the way each feather appeared to float weightlessly was stunning, making it difficult to rip his eyes away. He let a deep breath fall from his mouth before he continued.

“Well, I can’t let such a lovely lady go hungry, now can I? Promise or not,” he cooed, slipping from the bed like the snake he was. His long body left bare from their romp in the sheets, he reached for the red cloth that’d clothed him before. Wrapping it loosely around himself, his frame began to shift and change until he was much more of a she to the eye. Crowley truly hoped Aziraphale would consider keeping her current form. It was always such fun to see the humans react to two of the same sex nibbling on one another’s ear or sharing affections.

“An’ what does my Angel want so early in the mornin’?” The snake asked as she passed in front of the open window. The pastel pinks and blues of sunrise were streaking across her lush garden. Food would be fresh at this hour. Her massive black wings disappearing behind her, the angelic being sitting in front of the rising sun. The sun’s rays casting a halo of gold around her red head. Still, the serpent’s gaze never left the wonder of the devil in her bed. What a sight.

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Finally. She watched expectantly and smugly as Crowley pulled up from the sheets, though her own laziness made it difficult to follow. As soon as they had stood up, she had sat upright and made something of an effort to fix her hair. Her wings disappeared and her cloak was thrown over her again, but with a few miraculous touches, it closed at the wait as well as a shoulder. More fitting for women’s wear. 

“Oh, why-- Let’s do oysters,” Aziraphale replied, pepping up at the mere thought of food. It was enough to get her out of bed and trot toward Crowley as she sat in the window that Aziraphale had snuck in from before. “Oysters. And bread. And wine. Sounds like a lovely way to start the evening. Oh, my stomach’s growling simply thinking of it.” She grinned, looking out into the sunrise. Maybe afterward they could go bathe or something of the like. It was easier to tolerate the public baths in a woman’s body over a man’s, she’d found.

She grabbed Crowley’s hand and gave her a gentle tug, meant to pull her up and already begin to drag her to the door-- all too eager for their awaiting meal now. They’d had all the fun Crowley wanted, and now it was time for Aziraphale to have hers. Sex felt good, but it could only be so entertaining, especially when it so often tied so strongly with one’s job. It couldn’t all just be work and near-work, could it?

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“Why, thank you,” Aziraphale responded pleasantly. And as soon as there was a lovely little recliner now in front of them, a pleasant little peep followed it. Yes! Exactly what he was looking for. So homely and comfortable looking! Forgetting about the rest of the house–that really could wait, to be honest–he trotted right over and slunk down into it, letting his feet be dragged up as his back pressed into the chair and pushed it into recline. Yes, he could certainly get used to this. To lay here and sunbathe while Crowley went around and did whatever he did with those plants. A miracle to him that it was no miracle at all, really. Aziraphale always preferred to just bless all the plants into blossom.

“Oh, yes. Speaking of nurseries. Where was that plant I gave you? Is it doing well? We could certainly go out and buy more. …To be honest, I was never a fan of the very leafy, verde-like plants. Whatever you call them. Ferns? I prefer plants that blossom. Those look just marvelous.” He grinned again at the thought, though quickly blinked and waved a hand. “Not to say your plants aren’t absolutely wonderful. I love each and every one of them. They just aren’t what I would usually pick for myself, is all. Though that’s not much to say at all, given I so often forget the plants exist in the first place and kill them from lack of water.”

His shoes were kicked off as he reclined, and his brows furrowed just so as his eyes landed on the bookshelves, observing how quaint it all looked. Truly like the two of them together. The modern sensibilities and love of plants Crowley radiated off, and the dust and books and set-in-his-ways style that Aziraphale oozed. Truly their own house. Ah. His eyes closed and he settled back, a gentle smile on his lips. It really was nice, wasn’t it? Especially knowing they’d never have to deal with being bothered for anything ever again.

“A bit like we’re retired, isn’t it? Have I said that already?”

The restful sound of a recliner creaking back was a relaxing one. Crowley could definitely get use to this. To feeling Aziraphale’s very presence surround him as he preened and pruned his prized plants. A quick glance from the corner of his eye told him that his angel was resting comfortably. A sly smile crept its way across his lips, but quickly dropped once he looked down at the plant in hand. That smile was for his angel, not the plant. The demon couldn’t start letting his plants think he was going soft now.

“Ah, right …have it right ‘round here somewhere,” Crowley twisted and turned, searching around himself for a specific box. Putting the now relieved plant aside, the snake reached for one of his more beloved possessions. The very plant Aziraphale had gifted him that day they’d bumped into one another in the nursery. Lifting it before his slit eyes, the demon turned it full circle, admiring it in a way he so rarely showed. There was a special collection, a shelf of potted vegetation that miraculously never died and they all happened to have been gifts from his angelic lover.

“Retired?” He called back, his gaze fixed on a folded vine. “It is, isn’ it? Well, angel. How do you fancy your retirement …everythin’ you’d thought it’d be?” The special little pot was placed very specifically, very carefully among the shelves that lined the wide windows. Crowley was anything but mindless when it came to arranging those shelves. There was a perfectly warm lap waiting behind him, but he couldn’t be pulled away from running his fingers across the waxy texture of those green leaves, inspecting them so severely. It was all about the aesthetic! Feng-shui he’d managed to get humans to call it at one point. He’d always found that a laugh that it’d caught on the way it did.

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“Oh, jolly good, there it is,” Aziraphale said as he wiggled deeper into the recliner, eyeing the plant Crowley had received him him only a couple weeks before. His cheeks dimpled as he watched it take its place on a shelf. He might think to tease Crowley about how serious he was about the plant arrangements, but the face of the matter was that it was all too reminiscent of how Aziraphale treated his own book collection. And now that he need not worry about humans being too comfortable in his bookshop, he could always make things... Not so dusty and dirty.

Though he did quite come to enjoy the smell and presence of dust. Especially when it intertwined with the smell of old paper. A decidedly comforting smell, probably purely from years of smelling nothing but it. It smelled like home. And now the smell of freshly wet potting soil was going to come to mean home, as well. What a lovely thought that one was.

“Well, I never thought I would be retired at all, so there’s your answer,” Aziraphale replied to his partner, thinking it might be nice to close his eyes, but not as nice as watching Crowley work with his plants. “But how I imagine human retirement-- I’d assume this is a fair bit greater, given we never have to worry about getting old. So as far as I am concerned, I truly could not be happier. And how do you feel, my dear, about our lovely retirement? And retirement home?”

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It was not as comfortable as the bed, perhaps, but there was something exhilarating about that. About the pure strangeness of two men, pressed together in a bath like they were, their bodies swaying. Azir knit his brows and dragged his fingers along the hairy arms that held him, his heart throbbing with each breath in his ear, each time he felt Crowley’s hair nuzzle against his neck. The water shifted and slid as they tried to keep their stability, but Crowley kept his word, staying slow, causing a strong, lasting tingle down Azir’s entire being as his cock so thoroughly rubbed against his insides. It left his mouth open, his jaw tensing the moment the other’s hand so gently came to grab onto his cock and pump in time with the thrusts.

It hurt. Moreso than last time, but the amount of good it felt far outweighed any pain he felt. The feeling of being completely one with another person, and it feeling so right-- It couldn’t be wrong, no matter what that silly church said, if it felt like this when they were together. Like they were always meant to be. His grunts felt like pure poetry to his ear. He throbbed and welcomed every touch Crowley graced him with. His brows knit further the quicker the other had insisted on going. The more the water sloshed and Azir rocked in response to Crowley’s hips, the more he wanted it. It-- Felt different than last time. Like he was hitting somewhere entirely new. A more intense feeling, he’d realized. He was nervous that if he moved, he’d ruin that growing feeling that was driving up from his toes up his shins, begging to envelop his entire body. 

The moment Crowley had let go of his cock, Azir’s own hand compensated, fondling it with no real plan and with a more familiarly strong grip as the other grabbed hold of his shoulder. The other’s gasps were met by Azir’s own grunts, matching Crowley with how forceful his thrusts became. The hand not fondling himself found the slippery wall, doing his best to offer what little support to their two bodies that it could as his head dropped forward and his eyes squeezed shut. His breath kept ragged from parted lips, his knees finding it all the harder not to buckle or shake. 

“Oh-- God, Crowley,” he huffed, his plump fingertips dragging with a squeak along the bathroom tile. How miraculous, that a single person could make him feel so speechless. That with just some swaying of his hips, he could render Azir’s legs immobile, and cause him to be in terrible danger of falling all over himself as he continued to jerk his hand harder, already milking himself a beginning stream of cum that clung to the wetness of Azir’s skin and found its way down his thigh into the water. 

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He still couldn’t believe it, when he dwelled too long on the fact that only a few months ago, he could not imagine being in the situation he was in now. Having someone who actually loved him. Who wanted him. Like he wanted them. To give pleasure to and receive pleasure from. He’d resigned himself to thinking he’d never so much as kiss someone, and here he was. Hold a lover close and kissing him with such passion as his lover’s own arms tangled over his body. Even when their lips parted, he was left hungry, their foreheads still brushing as he listened to the sound of Crowley breathing, murmuring Azir’s nickname. And then a question. Blue eyes fixed on orange as Crowley cupped his cheek.

“Ah...” He couldn’t bring himself to answer a question like that, though he didn’t move from the other’s arms. His cock throbbed each time their hips rubbed together, and his heart skipped a beat as Crowley’s hands rested at Azir’s waist. Some part of him did wonder; what did it feel like, what would it feel like, to be the one inside another man? He’d never done anything of the sort. But all the same, he was dragged from his thoughts the moment he felt the other’s hand sliding between their bodies, and a soft moan fell from his lips as he so firmly stroked him, took him by the hands, and turned him around. No protests arose from Azir. Another time. Another time....

His eyes fluttered shut as the weight of Crowley’s chin rested against his shoulder and nuzzled against him. Azir’s hands found the thin, lanky arms that wrapped around him, and he gasped and breathed hungrily as his lover rocked his hips against him. It was crude, embarrassing, but-- All the same, memories of the night before flooded back to him. The complete vulnerability but fullness of submission to another-- He’d enjoyed it. He welcomed Crowley’s hands again, his breath hitching the more he was touched by the other. A hand went from groping him to guiding his cock into Azir, and as soon as the head more purposefully pressed against him, his blonde brows furrowed. 

A soft grunt left his lips as the other pushed into him. They were plenty wet, but... Perhaps the lack of alcohol this time, or not having been touched like before, or his nervousness, or not giving himself enough time to heal since the last-- Regardless, the grip of his plump hands on Crowley’s arms tightened. All the same, his cheeks reddened and he glanced back with an aimless, wanting stare toward Crowley when his hips were pressed firm against his backside. Even with the weakness he felt in his knees, even if he could already feel a tinge of pain, he wanted more. That same mind-numbing, entirely vulnerable emotion Crowley had forced out of him last night. The sort of feeling he never even knew was entirely possible. 

“...Go slow for me,” was all he murmured, barely audibly, toward Crowley’s ear. 

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It was an odd experience. A thrilling one, but so-- He almost didn’t feel like himself. He continued to spy Crowley, his ears hanging on each breath and whisper in otherwise complete silence. Every hair on Azir’s body stood on end in anticipation, his baby blues lapping up the way he looked down at him with bright cheeks, his scalp tingling as the other’s fingers ran through it. He was guided by the other, helping the movement of his head back and forth with his hand as he whispered words of support.

It was exhilarating, being so deliberate in his actions to just pleasure someone else. Another man, no less. His free hand inched along his lap until it grabbed hold of his own cock, rubbing it at the same speed he was rubbing his lover. Dragging moans from the redhead’s lips, between murmurs to do as he thought would feel good to himself. So quiet and breathy they could almost be mistaken for simple gasps themselves, rather than gentle directions. 

Azir acquiesced all the same, wringing his cock with more firm of a grip rather than giving a simple pump. His lips lingered down his shaft where he’d met his thumb’s knuckle, and as the hand continued to move, his head didn’t. He sucked, his tongue flattening against the other’s cock, all too conscious of how deep down his mouth he was. He couldn’t possibly imagine taking the entire cock in his mouth- this was enough, with the head tickling the roof of the back of his mouth, teasing a possible gag reflex that Azir was managing to resist.

His thumb circled the bottom of his shaft as the moment of sucking ended, and Azir rolled his lips up to the head. He rolled his tongue generously along the skin in circles, till he finally parted ways with a ‘pop’ and glanced up at Crowley again. His breath had become nearly as haggard as Crowley’s; partially from his inability to breathe for a moment, partially from pleasuring himself. He pumped both of their cocks in unison, licking his lips as he eyed the redhead was a glossy, lusting stare. He didn’t need to ask if he liked it; that much was obvious enough. But by God, was he lucky to get to witness something like that. The way shivered and tried not to buckle his feet, just how perfectly red his face was to match that flaming hair-- it was a wonder how someone like that managed to simply fall on his doorstep. 

“Crowley,” he whispered, his anxious eyes on the man he had so quickly come to love. Could every day be like this? All the time? This had to be what heaven was, surely. It’s all he ever wanted. His hand twisted and circled the heads of both their cocks, and he let out a breathy gasp as he continued to watch him. Quietly wishing for more, but not even knowing where to begin. His body acted on its own again, his hands emptying and instead finding stability against the bath’s edge so he could pull himself up and stare at Crowley, face-to-face. To watch those snake eyes stare back at him. The only person he’d ever met that seemed to fully understand him. His hands met the other’s sides, gripping them closer to himself as their lips again met with a passion he’d never felt in his life.

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What was that look? He’d never seen Crowley give him an expression like that before. It seemed so innocent. Had he done something wrong? ...All the same, the sound of water rushing to fill the displaced gap Crowley had left hit Azir’s ears. He was acutely aware of the hand pressing down on his shoulder, giving him a gentle jerk to the side, and watched one hairy leg nervously as it rose above the side of the bath. It was hard not to stare at the other’s cock, just below him, giving one last little bob as Crowley stabilized himself. He hadn’t even noticed the other’s hand until he’d brushed along Azir’s own cock, giving him a sharp gasp. He didn’t fight it, only reaching out and holding the other’s thigh with a gentle grip and lengthening his spine as the other’s fingers slid down to his head. So good. So-- So good, and with the honey of Crowley’s own moan on top of it. It was hard to remember that he was the one that was supposed to be...

“Ah...” He took his free hand and held onto Crowley’s, averting its grasp to instead rest on Azir’s shoulder, the same as the other. It was impossible to focus, with something like that. And yet, as soon as the idea of what he was doing to do bubbled back to the surface as the blue-eyed man again stared down at the meeting of his lover’s thighs, he found his gaze instantly wandering. Just for a moment, let him just-- Get used to it. His hands found Crowley’s body, running up and down his hips, over the fronts of his thighs-- Readying himself, in a way.

He’d noticed during that time, the scar. The one that was left over from their first night. He’d pointed it out earlier, hadn’t he? His plump fingers ran over it again, gently, and his gaze finally turned up, taking in the sight of Crowley staring down at him with lust filling his gaze. He licked his lips, lingering in the warmth of the other’s eyes, before finally turning back to what he was meant to be doing. He caught the shaft of the other’s cock in the crook of his hand between his thumb and his forefinger, keeping it in place as his other hand too a gentle hold. He rubbed his thumb back and forth for a second, and then the entire hand, aided plenty by the wetness of their bodies and the humidity of the room. 

He had continued to hesitate for a moment more. When he gathered courage, his head leaned in, but not nearly close enough. He filled the gap, taking a plunge forward and downward. His lips circled his cock, relieved it largely just tasted like skin. He glanced up again, sucking the other’s head as he recalled Crowley doing for him once before. His hand, still wrapped around him, began to pump again. His head bobbed. Back and forth. Meeting the knuckle of his thumb as his tongue dragged along soft skin.

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