[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]

[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.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He smiles at that wonderful sound. He wanted desperately to be buried in his angel, but he had to be patient. He didn't want to hurt him more than he had to. He scissored his fingers inside Aziraphale, stretching him further.]

You are so tempting.

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

Your influence, I suppose.

[He manages to sound almost normal there, at least until another pleased, almost needy sound escapes at the end. His legs spread a bit wider, encouraging Crowley's attentions.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Oh, He-- Manchester, that was hot. He moves his fingers in and out, spread as wide as possible. He is determined not to go too fast, but the angel's making it very hard on him.]

Are you ready for me, Zira?

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[He gives up all pretenses of attempting to sound normal, struck by how much he wants this. How much he wants Crowley.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He nods, pulling his fingers out of the angel. Oh, how he wants to be buried in him right now. But he will be good. He will behave. He pours out some more of the lube and coats himself thoroughly.]

Fuck, you're sexy.

[He trembles slightly in anticipation, positioning himself at Aziraphale's entrance. He very slowly, very gently starts to push into him, feeling years of loss crumble away into sheer joy.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[He makes a vague noise of complaint at the loss, without really intending to, actually. And then he flushes at Crowley's words, because that certainly can't be true, but it's hard to disbelieve it when Crowley's looking at him like that.]

Crowley-

[Whatever he'd been about to say is no longer important, as Crowley starts slowly entering him, and oh. It's - well, it's uncomfortable at first, if he's honest, but he adjusts quickly. Possibly because he expects to.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley pushes all the way in, pausing to let the angel adjust fully. He leans over to kiss Aziraphale, his deep love and passion showing in that kiss.]

You feel so... So amazing...

[His voice is barely above a whisper, husky with desire.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale takes in a deep, and unnecessary, breath as Crowley pauses. His hips move slightly, legs shifting a bit to a better position. And then Crowley's kissing him, and it goes from being good to being incredible.]

I love you.

[He's aiming for soft and tender, but it comes out filled with almost as much desire as Crowley's had been.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley starts moving, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. The sensation alone is enough to drive him mad with pleasure, but the knowledge that this creature below him is the angel, his angel¹. Crowley is the one making him move like that. Crowley is the one making him sound like that.]

I love you...


¹Crowley is a terribly possessive creature by nature. He seems to revel in this as a general rule.

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale's fingers tangle once more in the blankets, then he seems to think better of it, and instead reaches for Crowley's hand. Hearing his words returned to him, by Crowley, makes his chest tighten a bit at the same time as it sends a jolt of desire through him.

Though the latter is possibly assisted by Crowley moving inside him.

Aziraphale gasps, and his hips rock to meet Crowley's.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He grasps desperately at Aziraphale's hand. The angel felt so deliriously wonderful. Every little move made his control slip further, his thrusts growing a bit faster and more erratic.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[He's making soft, wordless noises of pleasure, now, twining his fingers with Crowley's and matching Crowley's pace in speed if not quite in rhythm. Aziraphale reaches down with his free hand to wrap around his cock, desperate for some kind of friction.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley is helpless to the rhythm, He's helpless to do anything more than drive in and out of Aziraphale. Still, in the fog of his mind, he hunts for that sweet spot, the one that would make Aziraphale see stars.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[The sheer amount of pleasure catches him by surprise. His back arches, hand clinging to Crowley's, and Aziraphale very nearly takes the Lord's name in vain.]

Crowley!

[eyesofaserpent]

[Cowley smiles, nibbling on the angel's neck. He loves every little second of this. Every little twitch, every little tense, the arching. This is all his doing.]

Aziraphale...

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[His first instinct is to tip his head back, encouraging Crowley's attentions on his neck. But it sends a jolt of pleasure southward, and it's almost on the verge of too much. He stops stroking himself, and instead grips Crowley's hair, pulling his head up to kiss him.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[That little bit of rough treatment is well appreciated. He returns the kiss eagerly, feeling the telltale signs of the angel's impending climax all around him. Aziraphale's hand clenched his just so, his muscles tightened around the demon's cock. It was sending him over the edge as well.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale rocks his hips against Crowley's almost desperately. His kiss turns fierce and equally desperate, enough that he forgets himself and his teeth scrape against Crowley's bottom lip a bit.

He abandons his grip on Crowley's hair to return to his cock, and it only takes a few more strokes before he's coming.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Oh, fuck. The angel's release triggers his own. One, two thrusts more and he buried deep in that celestial warmth and filling the angel with his seed.]

Oh, Angel!

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[He hadn't really thought it could get much better than it'd been the first time. He'd been wrong. He can feel Crowley inside him, reaching his own climax. Maybe it's the last few thrusts against over-stimulated skin, maybe it's the knowledge that Aziraphale had been the one to bring him over the edge, but it only heightens the feeling.]

Crowley!

[His hand is still holding Crowley's, and it's only as he comes down that he's aware of just how tight his grip is. He can't bring himself to care.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He sinks onto the angel's chest, panting heavily. He is beyond satisfied. He starts to realize distantly that his hand hurts, but his mind is a bit unable to comprehend the pain through all the pleasure.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale's panting as well, and he smiles tenderly at Crowley. He wraps one arm around Crowley's waist, and finally lets go of Crowley's hand so he can run his fingers through Crowley's hair.]