[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]

[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.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He slid his head down, swallowing Aziraphale whole. Though he didn't have any of his powers, he still had the uncanny lack of gag reflex (and ability to unhinge his jaw, but that was unnecessary). He started to bob his head up and down the length. His hands gripped the angel's hips to prevent him from bucking up too roughly.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[It's a very good thing Crowley had the forethought to take such preventive measures, as Aziraphale's unable to keep his hips from jerking when Crowley takes him in. He opens his eyes, wanting to see - and then has to close them once more, because the sight of Crowley's head moving up and down is almost too much.

His thumb brushes Crowley's temple, tender and affectionate, while he's still capable of expressing anything but yes, please, and more.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He closes his eyes at the gentle touches even as he bobs a bit faster, now adding that talented tongue into the mix, swirling it around the angel's length and licking with each movement. Bloody hell, Angel, you are delicious. A soft moan escapes his own throat, vibrating around the cock in his mouth.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Perhaps closing his eyes was a bit counter productive to his intention of keeping it from being too much, as he now has nothing to focus on but exactly how brilliant Crowley's tongue is. The added vibration nearly undoes him. His fingers clench tighter in the blankets as he tries - and isn't terribly successful - to keep himself under control.

He's murmuring endearments now, in a tone that's likely more accustomed to being used for curse words in this particular situation, and this time he's definitely certain Crowley's name is in there.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley is indeed enjoying every second of this. He hums happily around his angel. He wants to taste him.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Oh goodness, he's humming now, and the vibration-]

My dear, I-

[That's all he manages to get out. Well. All the words, anyway: his statement turns into a strangled shout. His hand tightens briefly in Crowley's hair as a warning as he reaches his climax, back arching, head tilted back and the fingers of his free hand scrabbling against the blankets, overcome by a pleasure he's not certain he could have ever imagined.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He smiles, lapping up every last drop of the angel. He lets the cock slide out of his mouth with a satisfying pop. He climbs up the angel's body and kisses him deeply.]

You taste fantastic.

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale kisses him back just as deeply, for all that he'd been panting a second ago - thank goodness for breathing not being a necessity. His eyes are half-lidded, so relaxed that it takes him a moment to process Crowley's words. Then he flushes.]

I didn't expect-

[He cuts off, glances away, then reaches up to curl his hand around the back of Crowley's neck.]

You are fantastic.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He chuckles a bit and kisses that delectable angel neck again.]

Was that... Your first orgasm?

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head to allow easier access.]

I - well, yes. Suppose I never really found a reason to make the effort before.

[eyesofaserpent]

Mmm... It was delicious, Angel.

[Nibble nibble lick.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[He'd flush at that, but he's too distracted by Crowley nibbling at his neck to be at all flustered. Well. Flustered in an embarrassed sense, in any case.]

It was incredible, my dear.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He reached down to stroke the angel back to life.]

I'm flattered.

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

You sho-

[He cuts off with a gasp, hips jerking a bit as Crowley strokes across over-sensitized skin.]

My dear, shouldn't I-

[Another cut off, this time for a soft moan.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He grins deviously.]

Shouldn't you... Get your motor running again so I can plow you into the bed? Why yes. Yes you should.

[He kisses him eagerly.]

ILU Crowley. So. Much.

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Yes. Well. When he puts it that way-]

Ah. I see. I su-

[And he cuts off once more, because he's much too pre-occupied kissing Crowley back, just as eagerly.]

ILU2BB

[eyesofaserpent]

[He smiles into the kiss.]

You're beautiful, Angel.

[He goes to actually pull off the remainder of Aziraphale's clothing.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

Now who's the flatterer?

[Oh, yes. Clothes. Aziraphale had rather forgotten about them. Not to be outdone, he strokes his hands down Crowley's back to his pants, hooking his thumbs in their waistband. He tugs once, and then they're quite conveniently gone.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He smirked, kissing the angel heatedly.]

I can't help it.

[He leans over to the night stand and opened the drawer. He pulls out a small bottle of lube. Opening the bottle up, he squeezes out a few drops onto his palm. He slicks up a couple fingers.]

Are you ready, Angel?

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale returns the kiss passionately, and sounds the tiniest bit dazed when he replies to Crowley's comment.]

I'm certainly not protesting.

[He swallows, feeling a shiver that's not at all due to apprehension.]

For you, my dear, yes.

[eyesofaserpent]

Good.

[He sits up so he can pay close attention to what he is doing. He touches the angel so gently, caressing the hole before pressing a finger inside.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[He flinches a bit at the unfamiliar sensation, but he stills quickly, relaxing into the touch. It's odd, but not unpleasant.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He slowly, carefully, moves the finger in and out several times before adding the second, watching the angel's face the entire time.]

Everything alright?

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[He's going to revise his earlier 'not unpleasant' and update that to not unpleasant at all. Entirely good, actually.]

Oh, yes.

[It comes out a bit more breathy than he'd intended, almost a soft moan.]