22nd Batch Of Fics: 10th Fill
Aziraphale/Crowley – snake Crowley – Snake Crowley tempting his angel.
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Aziraphale is precariously balancing a piece of the strawberry cake on his fork, trying to guide it somewhat safely into his mouth.
The whole ordeal is made that much more difficult by Crowley’s insistence of curling around Aziraphale’s naked middle and tickling him beneath the arm with his long, forked tongue.
“Crowley!” he cries out, exasperated, a pink flush to his cheeks and elbows and knees that gives away his excitement. “Would you just stop it already!”
“I can’t help it,” the snake croons, black-red body cinching a bit tighter around Aziraphale’s middle until he can most definitely feel the power within the muscular body. “I just get excited when I can tempt you…”
Aziraphale’s flush darkens somewhat. He stares at the plate in his lap and the fork with the delicious cake piece that he had let sunk down to it.
It is true… eating in bed like this is awfully hedonistic, and had Crowley not started all but pushing the plate into his arms, crooning at him how he got it from that quaint little Oxford bakery this morning just for Aziraphale..
Well, he might have still eaten it just like that, but dressed properly and sitting at their dining room table with a nice cup of tea.
“Oh, you are… you are being very…” he is searching for words, too flustered and embarrassed to come up with anything but a very heartfelt: “Bad.”
The big triangular snake head is right in front of him at that point and while it obviously is not possible, it still looks like it is grinning at him.
Crowley’s tongue shoots out and the forked tip gently tickles at Aziraphale’s mouth.
“Stop it,” he mutters again but even less firm than the first time. Crowley looks inordinately pleased. His tongue darts out once more, gently fluttering against Aziraphale’s chin before his head lowers.
The tip of his tail has been working in dragging the blanket down that has been draped for modesty’s sake across Aziraphale’s lap, and by now he is looking positively cherubian, sitting in their bed, pink and plump all over, cock rising from a golden nest of curls that are just as neat down here as they are on his quickly flushing head.
“Crowley!” Aziraphale hisses, shocked, lifting the plate with cake to safety. “You… you can’t!”
He looks like a match at that point, his ears a dark, burning red and Crowley’s body curls a bit tighter still around his chubby middle.
“Just eat…” Crowley hisses at him gently before the snake opens its maw wide. Wide enough for Aziraphale to see the troublingly long venom fangs that are neatly folded up against the roof of Crowley’s mouth.
Aziraphale’s mouth drops open slowly just watching Crowley lower his head. He can’t believe is about to… he can’t possibly intent to…
But then it is happening and Crowley is closing his snake maw around Aziraphale’s lovely flushed cock. He is not clenching down, just holds it as he starts to slowly but surely slide further onto it.
The inside is… warm and sticky moist to the point of being slimy, and Aziraphale almost lets the cake tip over in his shocked silent state, staring at the massive snake pleasuring him.
It looks like Crowley’s sulfur yellow eyes are staring at him, but of course a snake has no eyelids so it is simply…
Well.
It is the same kind of stare Crowley gives him in his human form as well, when he is pressing his body flat against the bed and slowly but surely letting Aziraphale’s cock pop past the tight restriction of his throat and farther down.
Watching him, Aziraphale is actually quite sure that there is little difference to how snake-Crowley and human-Crowley pleasure their partner, and the thought makes his heart do a nervous little tippety-tip.
He can see the snake unhinge its jaws as Aziraphale’s fat cock pushes past the immediate space of its mouth and down its… throat? Body? He is… he is not even…
“Crowley,” he whispers, all nervous, finally putting the plate with the cake to the side. For now.
His legs start shifting nervously. He wants to tilt up into Crowley and drag his cock through the silky warm snake throat (oh… dear…) but he’s also afraid he will hurt him, so he stays put and just watches Crowley work.
That is, until he feels the cheeky press of something else against his hole.
His mouth opens in a perfect little ‘o’ of surprise, eyebrows first crumpling together in confusion, then lifting up high.
The tip of Crowley’s tail is as unnaturally warm as the rest of his body, and it tickles against the clench of Aziraphale’s opening first barely noticeable and then with a kind of insidious force that makes Aziraphale squeak and curl his fingers into the bedding.
“Crowley!” he says, voice climbed high, shocked as the little tapered tip expertly rounds his opening once, twice, thrice – and then starts to wriggle its way inside his body.
Crowley, of course, does not answer. His mouth his full and his whole being begins and ends with Aziraphale. He looks… content. Happy. Enough so that Aziraphale can’t bring himself to make him stop. He lifts one hand and presses his trembling fingers to his mouth, eyes big as he stares down at the snakehead engulfing his cock and slowly starting to… starting to move.
Crowley lifts himself up, then back down, trying his hardest to make his snake maw do the work that is a lot easier for him in his human form where he can let his delightfully wet tongue help him along the way.
Aziraphale does not need much acrobatics quite frankly when it is a snake pleasuring him. His brain still tries to come to terms with the fact that his cock is nestled in between huge, poisonous fangs and that the tip of a snake’s tail is starting to push into his body.
Crowley’s body is fat around the middle; enough so that it is impossible for Aziraphale to get both his hands satisfyingly around it, but the tail end is tapered to an exquisite little tip that has no problem at all to coax Aziraphale’s hole to open for it.
The scales make him silky smooth, allowing for a worryingly easy entry as he slowly but surely spreads the angel wider and wider.
“Oh my… goodness,” Aziraphale whispers shakily against his fingers, his eyelids fluttering shut as he realizes he can see the bulge of Crowley’s jaw and throat that is definitely his cock being squeezed within an inch of its life inside the snake’s body.
Crowley seems so smug, even mute as he is now, slowly fucking Aziraphale and making the angel spread his thighs nervously to give him better access to dicking him.
Oh goodness. Oh dear.
Tempted indeed.
