[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]

[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[His hand released, he's hit with a spike of pain. He winces a bit, tries to move his hand, and winces more.]

You've got some grip there, Angel.

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

Hmm?

[Aziraphale looks down, frowning slightly in concern.]

Did I hurt you?

[eyesofaserpent]

[He holds up his hand for both of them to see and tries to wiggle his fingers. He's terribly unsuccessful, instead letting out a hiss of pain.]

Yeah, I think so.

[To be honest, this fact amuses him. Terribly.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale is less amused. Aziraphale is, in fact, quite horrified, especially when Crowley is unable to even wiggle his fingers.]

Oh, my dear. I really do apologize, I didn't realize - that is, I wasn't aware -

[Of much of anything, actually, and Aziraphale flushes.]

Here, allow me to -

[He reaches out, gently touching Crowley's hand to heal him.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Crowley chuckles at the cute little faces the angel is making and obligingly holds his hand still for the miracle of healing.]

You don't have to apologize. I take it as a compliment.

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[Aziraphale is a bit disgruntled by the chuckles. He rather fears Crowley isn't taking this seriously enough.]

A compliment? Dearest, perhaps you don't - I seem to have broken your hand.

[He finishes healing it, but doesn't pull his hand away, and instead strokes his fingers guiltily over Crowley's palm.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He grins,taking that as a compliment as well, clearly.]

How could I not take it as a compliment, Angel? The sex was so good you broke my hand. Completely unintentionally. That is the height of compliment, I'd say.

[He wiggles his fingers, successfully this time.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

[He feels a small bit of relief at seeing Crowley wiggle his fingers, though the guilt doesn't lessen much. He smooths his hand down Crowley's back.]

Of course it was completely unintentionally, I'd never-

[And that isn't the point here. Aziraphrale frowns.]

It's hardly an appropriate way for me to show my appreciation.

[eyesofaserpent]

It just happened. That's the beauty of it.

[He kisses him thoroughly, lovingly, showing his angel how much all of this means to him.]

[misplacedsword.livejournal.com]

I fail to see how me injuring you is in any way beautiful.

[But the protest is half-hearted, especially when Crowley kisses him. Crowley's clearly not upset, so Aziraphale supposes he should stop apologizing.

Even if he still feels incredibly guilty. He strokes his fingers over Crowley's hand again, gentle and tender.]