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Very slowly, reverently, Crowley removed the rain soaked clothes from Aziraphale’s beautiful body. Crowley swallowed when the round belly and the broad chest were revealed to him. It took effort to keep his hands from shaking as they roamed over the soft white skin, exploring the ample curves, the plush stomach and the little rolls at the sight.
Ever so often his eyes would flick towards Aziraphale’s face to search for signs of discomfort. However, Aziraphale was smiling. A pink blush graced his cherub like cheeks and he returned Crowley’s gaze with shyly fluttering lashes. But he looked happy, excited and ridiculously pretty.
Two hearts were beating in Crowley’s chest. One simply wanted to charge, to take what he had wanted for so long and was now offered freely. The other hesitated because it could still not believe that gorgeous beautiful Prince Aziraphale really wanted him and had allowed him access to his body.
When finally his hands found Aziraphale’s waistband, Crowley once more asked silently for permission with a pointed look.
Aziraphale bit his plump bottom lip and nodded. Swallowing, Crowley hooked his fingers into the damp fabric and pulled the linen trousers down. An involuntary moan escaped him as he was presented with the sight of Aziraphale’s member, pink, plump and perfect - and already half-erect. For a tiny moment, Crowley’s hesitancy vanished. With a growl, he pushed Aziraphale down onto the bed. Squealing and laughing, Aziraphale landed on the soft mattress, his soft flesh bouncing with the impact.
Hurried, Crowley removed his own clothes. With single-minded focus, he rushed to gather everything he needed for preparation. Fast and dexterous as a cat, he was on Aziraphale shortly after. His hands glided along the broad legs with determination and found the lush arse. With unmistakable intent, Crowley spread the cheeks but when his eyes met the Prince’s, trepidation returned and Crowley halted.
“Dearest?” The delighted expression on Aziraphale’s face vanished. It gave way for one of fear and concern. “Is something wrong? Am I… not to your liking?”
Mouth agape, Crowley stared at him.
“Are you kidding?” he breathed out. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
Relieved, Crowley watched the smile return.
“Then what’s wrong?” Aziraphale asked.
“This… whole situation… is surreal,” Crowley admitted. “It’s like a crazy dream, only that all my dreams about you never came even close.”
Aziraphale’s eyes widened.
“You dreamt about me?” he asked.
“Quite often,” Crowley confessed, grinning sheepishly. “When I first laid my eyes on you, everyone else paled in comparison. But having the honour of getting to know you, how smart, funny and kind you are - I think I loved you even before we left, but I didn’t let myself acknowledge that. And so I locked my love away and now…”
“It’s hard to let it out?”
“Something like that,” Crowley sighed. “Part of me feels still like your guard who is supposed to protect you, but not… erm… you know.”
“Not to undress me, throw me on a bed and have your way with me?” he asked.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Crowley nodded.
“Yes… that,” he sighed and took hold of Aziraphale’s hair. “You drive me crazy, you know?”
“I hope so,” Aziraphale joked. More serious, he said, “I understand your feelings. Back in Mherondil, I admired you: your strength, your discipline, your bravery and…,” he blushed, “...and the way you moved when practicing with the sword.”
Crowley chuckled and placed a kiss on Aziraphale’s nose.
“Had a crush on me, huh?” he asked smugly.
“And then you followed me,” Aziraphale continued, ignoring the comment but blushing even more. “To protect me when I fled. Living with you, I thought, would probably make my… well, yes... crush on you go away. I would see that you were just a normal man with weaknesses and annoying habits.” He laughed. “Instead I fell even harder for you because you’re really so brave and strong.”
“My Prince…,” Crowley whispered, touched by the way Aziraphale talked about him.
“No, not really. That’s the thing, isn’t it?” Aziraphale said. “I’m no longer a prince and while you are still a warrior, with each other we’re just people, right? And I am truly and deeply in love with you. I want to be yours.”
“Aziraphale,” Crowley pressed himself closer against the prince’s body. “I love you, too."
“I want you to have all of me,” Aziraphale said and then grinned, “Heart and soul - done. Now, please, the body.” He sat up and pointed at the jug of oil at the night stand. “If it makes you feel better, I can use that on you.”
He reached for the oil, but Crowley caught his wrists.
“I don’t think so,” he said darkly.
Aziraphale pursed his lips.
“Hmmhmm,” he said, barely hiding his smile. “I didn’t either.”
With a feral sound, Crowley all but plunged his tongue into Aziraphale’s mouth. Delighting in Aziraphale’s muffled squeak, Crowley pushed the ample body down with his own lean one. This time confident and possessive, his hands wandered over Aziraphale’s skin. He was allowed, they both were allowed.
Once more, Crowley’s fingers slid between Aziraphale’s arse cheeks. With a pleasant sigh, Aziraphale spread his legs wider, giving Crowley better access.
I want to be yours
Crowley groaned. Unable to wait any longer, he slicked his right hand with the oil. Carefully, he breached Aziraphale to prepare him, slowly and thoroughly.
When he was convinced Aziraphale was ready, Crowley removed his fingers. Quickly, he draped his body over Aziraphale’s and lined up his hardened member with Aziraphale’s slicked and loosened entrance. And then. Finally, finally, finally, Crowley pushed in.
As one, Aziraphale and Crowley moaned. It was a sound of relief as well as of the need for more. Aziraphale rolled his hips, urging Crowley on, unnecessary as it was. Because Crowley already started moving. Again and again, he pushed into Aziraphale’s tight and welcoming heat, feeling the drag of his penis along the velvet walls inside his lover.
Aziraphale dug his blunt nails into Crowley’s shoulder blades. His head thrown back into the soft pillow he panted and whimpered, wordlessly begging for more. Happy to oblige, Crowley picked up pace, thrusting in and out in desperation, built up in years of unfulfilled dreams and fantasies. He grunted with the effort to keep in control, but he felt it slipping away.
It had been too long since he’d been with anyone. And now it was Aziraphale beneath him, moaning, sighing and begging. Prince Aziraphale begging! What a concept. So all in all, it was a short and messy affair. When his climax neared, Crowley took hold of Aziraphale’s member, quickly stroking Aziraphale to completion.
“Crowley! Yes, yes, yes, please!” Aziraphale cried out.
He tensed and arched his back. Pearly white, his release pooled between their joined bodies. The sight alone might have undone him. But combined with the feeling of Aziraphale’s wall spasming around his cock, his name falling sweetly from Aziraphale’s lips and the knowledge that Aziraphale wanted him, Crowley lost every restraint. Growling, he pounded into the pliant body of his Prince, chasing his pleasure - and finding it. With a shout, he spilled himself into Aziraphale and collapsed, groaning and panting, on top of his lover.
“I love you,” he breathed out.
“I love you, too,” whispered Aziraphale.
Smiling, Crowley kissed Aziraphale’s damp forehead. After catching their breath, they reluctantly left their cozy bed and cleaned each other up.
“Reminder, next time have water and cloth beside the bed,” Aziraphale smiled. “You live and learn.”
Crowley chuckled as he cupped Aziraphale’s cheek.
“You’re really mine,” he said, astonished.
“I am,” Aziraphale said, leaning into the tender touch. “Better get used to it. I don’t plan on ever leaving.”
“Good,” Crowley said. “I don’t plan on letting you.”
Their lips met in a tender kiss. Crowley took Aziraphale’s hand and led him back to bed.Next Chapter