[Reality Shifted] [NSFW] Reunification

[eyesofaserpent]

{ Continued from here. }


[Crowley shivers ever so slightly under the gentle touches of the angel. A breathy little moan escapes his lips between kisses.]

Oh, my Angel...

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[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

I'm here, my dear.

[His voice is a murmur, and he punctuates the sentence with a light kiss pressed against the corner of Crowley's mouth. Which leads to a longer kiss as he gets caught up once again in the feel of Crowley's lips.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He kisses back heatedly. The angel was utterly intoxicating, tasting of wonderful divinity. He gently pushed him back onto the bed, a hand on either side on the mattress on either side of Aziraphale's head.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale allows himself to be pushed back, one arm wrapped around Crowley and hand pressed lightly between his shoulder blades for balance. And, all right, yes, to feel the pull of muscle beneath his fingers as Crowley braces himself on the mattress, which might be more obvious when he leaves it there after he's been pushed back.

He cups Crowley's cheek with his other hand, thumb brushing gently across the demon's cheekbone. Then he slides his hand up, fingers tangling in Crowley's hair as he kisses him.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley lowers onto an elbow, that hand moving into the angel's hair. He lets himself relax against Aziraphale's body, molding to his form as if he were built to fit him. His other hand moves to work on the buttons of the angel's shirt again.

He wants more. He wants all of the angel. His resistance is cracking more and more with each passing moment.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[A soft moan escapes as Crowley presses against him. His arm tightens around Crowley, trying to bring him closer, but he stops when he feels Crowley's fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. He pauses, considering attempting to start his own work on Crowley's shirt, but that would require moving his hands from Crowley's hair and back.

There's only a slight hesitation before Aziraphale takes the third option and miracles Crowley's shirt away.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He shivers a bit as his shirt disappeared suddenly. He snuggles even closer to the angel to absorb more of his warmth. And then he redoubles his effort to unbutton the angel's shirt. Once the cloth parted, his hand splayed on that creamy chest.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale's hand strokes down Crowley's back, marveling a bit at the feel of bare skin underneath his fingers. He parts his legs slightly when Crowley shivers and moves closer, and hooks one leg around Crowley's. For added warmth, of course.

He doesn't start at the hand on his chest, though it does cause his focus to waver a bit as he remembers that, yes, Crowley working on the buttons of his shirt would mean that he was being undressed. He swallows, but manages to avoid giving into his insecurities, and instead tilts his head to kiss Crowley once again.

[eyesofaserpent]

[This is just brilliant, Angel. The leg tangled in his spurns him on and those lips on his. His thumb runs over the angel's nipple.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[His muscles twitch a bit at the unfamiliar sensation of movement across the bare skin of his chest, but he doesn't get a chance to relax. In an entirely good way, as Crowley's thumb on his nipple causes him to make a pleased gasp.

His fingers in Crowley's hair tighten slightly as he tilts Crowley's head a little, breaking the kiss to move his attentions to Crowley's neck.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[The demon's breath catches as he tilts his head, inviting more attentions. His hand in the angel's hair massages gently on his scalp. Oh, more... More of that devious little mouth of yours, Angel.

He takes the little nub between his fingers and rolls it. Moments later he pinches it gently.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale kisses his way down Crowley's neck, stopping when he reaches the spot where he can feel Crowley's pulse beat. He licks at it, mesmerized by the taste of Crowley's skin.

His back arches a bit under Crowley's attentions, pleasure spiking through sensitive skin.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[The demon's heart felt like it was pounding in his chest. His whole body shuddered with desire as he was licked.]

Fuck, Angel...

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[The cursing doesn't even give him pause, given his delight in Crowley's reaction.]

Good?

[It's a murmur against Crowley's neck, as he's loathe to move his lips away/]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He nods.]

Very. Angel, I don't know where you learned that...

[He kisses the top of his head as a knee gently nudges between the angel's legs.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

From you. Occasionally I can be a quick learner.

[It's possible he sounds the tiniest bit smug, there, but that fades when Crowley's knee nudges at him. He shifts, moving his legs apart, his arm tightening around Crowley.]

[eyesofaserpent]

You can be brilliant, Angel.

[He arched his back to lick and nibble at the creamy skin of the angel's chest.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[His head tilts, falling back onto the mattress, and his fingers stroking encouragingly through Crowley's hair as he gives a soft moan.]

The sentiment is entirely returned, my dear.

[eyesofaserpent]

I would hope so.

[He travels further south, trailing down to the waist of Aziraphale's pants. He uses his talented tongue to unbutton his pants. And unzip them. Damn, that's a talented tongue.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[That is indeed a very talented tongue. Aziraphale swallows, unable to take his eyes away, or to keep his hips from rocking up a bit. Pardon him a moment while he entertains some thoughts about exactly how talented it is.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He tugs the material down and off his hips. Well, isn't that a pretty sight. He can't help but smile as he goes in to nuzzle at Aziraphale's length.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale's free hand grips the blankets on the bed as tightly as his other hand tangles in Crowley's hair as he forces his hips not to buck. When he speaks, his tone is a cross between a moan and a plea.]

Crowley...

[eyesofaserpent]

[That voice... Whoah is it like an aphrodisiac for the demon.]

Aziraphale?

[He kisses the base of his cock. He devious tongue sneaks out and licks up the side. Aziraphale tastes so amazing.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Oh sweet blessed - His back arches at the touch of Crowley's tongue, eyes falling shut and panting slightly, despite the lack of an actual need for breath. It takes him a moment to realize that his name had been a question, and he opens his eyes again to look at Crowley.]

Don't stop.

[eyesofaserpent]

I won't, Angel.

[His tongue runs up along the other side. His lips brush gently on the tip, then a kiss. Moments later his lips wrapped around the tip, giving it an experimental suck.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[His fingers stroke almost hesitantly through Crowley's hair, not wanting to disrupt him, but not entirely knowing what to do with the hand not clutching at the blankets. Then a strangled sound escapes his throat and his eyes slip shut again as he stops thinking, stops really being aware of anything but Crowley.

It's possible he says Crowley's name again, but he can't be quite certain.]