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Aziraphale was in the back of his bookshop, sitting neatly in the plush armchair that he frequented. He had closed the shop up a while earlier and was now reading a book.

The doorbell rang as someone entered and even before they spoke Aziraphale knew it to be Crowley.

“Angel? You back here?”

A moment later the demon appeared and Aziraphale didn’t even spare him a glance. 

“Hello, Crowley,” he greeted rather coldly. Crowley went stiff.

“Still upset then, ‘ey?” Crowley tried to joke, walking tentatively closer. 

“I suppose you could say that.” 

Aziraphale had yet to break eye contact with his book. Crowley rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“I said I was sorry, angel.”

“Yes, and I accepted your apology, dear, but I still have a right to be frustrated,” Aziraphale replied.

“Old habits die hard, I guess. Not my fault you got all jealous on me,” the words tumbled from Crowley’s mouth before he could properly process what he had said. When he did realise, he felt his mouth go dry.

Aziraphale glared up at him. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

“T-That’s not what I meant, I didn’t mean to say that,” Crowley pushed his glasses up to rub his face. 

“Of course, dear. That’s why you said it so effortlessly,” Aziraphale replied sarcastically. He sighed. “It’s not the fact that you were flirting with him, it was the fact that you led him on so earnestly. I imagine it broke his heart when he realised you weren’t actually single. It was unbearably mean.”

“Not my fault he was making eyes at you. I had to take matters into my own hands.”

“Crowley.” Aziraphale chided him sternly. “That doesn’t change the fact that I had to perform a miracle before he made a great big scene in the middle of the restaurant.”

Crowley laughed. “It was bloody funny, though, you have to admit.” He caught Aziraphale’s hardened stare and cleared his throat quickly. “Sorry, not funny. Right. Not funny at all.”

“And it ruined a perfectly good night out,” Aziraphale added. “So I’ve had quite enough of your antics for the time being.”

Crowley sauntered closer until he was looming over the angel, putting one arm on either side of the chair to get Aziraphale’s attention. “So there’s nothing I can do to make it up to you? Nothing at all?” He asked in a hushed voice.

Aziraphale glanced up icily at the demon again. “Sex isn’t going to work this time, Crowley.”

Crowley seemed to become flustered. “Ngk.. I-I wasn’t… um…”

“Yes, you were,” Aziraphale moved one hand from his book so that he could push Crowley’s chest away. “Don’t think of me as so naive.”

Truthfully, Aziraphale could feel the lust that was emanating from the demon in waves since the very moment he had pulled up outside of the bookshop. Crowley coped dreadfully when they were apart and it had been five whole days since the incident at the restaurant, and given that Aziraphale had taken to ignoring him ever since that night, Crowley was feeling terribly touch-starved. 

It’s not Aziraphale’s fault that it’s the only way the demon will learn his lesson.

“Alright, fine, I should have known better than to toy with the human like that. It was very wrong of me and, believe it or not, I do actually feel quite bad about it,” Crowley apologised again. “I also admit there were far nicer and more civil ways to take care of him. There, happy? Can we do something together, now?”

“I don’t know if it makes it better or worse that you’re only giving a second apology because you’re aroused,” Aziraphale teased him bitterly. Crowley was clenching and unclenching his jaw almost rhythmically.

“Alright, I admit that it isn’t very classy of me. Can’t blame me, though. I’ve missed you terribly. An awful lot, really. I don’t think you understand what isolation does to a love-struck demon these days.” Crowley contemplated reaching out for Aziraphale’s hand but thought better of it.

“No, I think I understand quite perfectly,” the angel replied. 

“See? Then you-”

“And I’m afraid you’re going to have to beg for it,” Aziraphale deadpanned, turning a page in his book.

“Sorry?” Crowley winced. “No, I don’t think I will be doing that, actually.”

“Suit yourself.” Aziraphale shrugged indifferently, returning his full attention to what he was reading.

Crowley stood still for a moment. Then he turned to leave. And then he stopped. He started pacing.

“Crowley, would you kindly quit shuffling around? You’re disturbing the quiet,” Aziraphale complained, not looking up.

“Why?” Crowley asked frustratedly after a moment. 

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific, dear.”

“Why is… is begging the only way for me to change your mind?”

“Because I said so,” Aziraphale glanced up for a moment. “And I believe it would be quite the pretty picture.”

Crowley groaned for a long time. 

“Fine. Please.”

Aziraphale shook his head dismissively. “I’m not sure what that was, but it certainly was not begging.”

Crowley began to fidget restlessly. “What would you like me to do, then?” He asked slowly. He almost regretted asking.

Aziraphale closed his book gently and set it aside, crossing one leg over the other as he turned back to Crowley.

“I would rather like for you to get on your knees,” the angel said far too nonchalantly.

Crowley started pacing for a moment before he stopped in front of Aziraphale again. After a moment of internal debate he finally dropped into a kneeling position.

“There, happy, now?” Crowley muttered. Aziraphale leaned forward to run a hand through Crowley’s hair, earning a pleasured sound from the demon.

“Not quite,” Aziraphale teased in a low voice. With his free hand he gently grabbed Crowley’s chin, tilting his head back. “That all depends on if you’re going to behave yourself for me, my dear.”

Crowley’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I think I can manage that,” he replied hoarsely. 

“Are you sure? From my knowledge, you quite detest obeying orders.” Aziraphale tugged gently at Crowley’s hair, causing him to let out a strangle whimper. 

“Y-Yeah, I can manage it, angel- promise,” Crowley spluttered rather desperately.

Aziraphale uncrossed his legs and moved to cup Crowley’s face with his hands, leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead. 

“We’ll see about that, my dear,” he said playfully. “How about we start with you telling me what you want, hmm? If you beg me enough then maybe I’ll indulge you.”

“Ngh,” Crowley said, leaning into his angel’s touch. 

“Do you want me to touch you everywhere you need it? Have me above you, muttering sweet nothings into your ear as you come for me? Make a mess of this chair, is that what you want?”

Aziraphale could feel Crowley begin to flush under his hands, his face becoming warm and red.

“All you have to do is say the word, darling,” Aziraphale crooned darkly, and Crowley already knew it wasn’t as simple as he was making it out to be. 

“I-I want you to touch me,” Crowley murmured, closing his eyes tight as he spoke through the embarrassment. 

“Beg for it,” came Aziraphale’s low voice. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“P-Please, angel, j-just want you to… to put your hands down my pants, and make me feel good, like you always do,” Crowley tightened his grip on Aziraphale’s hands. “S’it to much to ask, to have you touch me like that? When I need you so badly?”

Aziraphale separated one hand from Crowley’s face so that he could gently remove the demon’s glasses. Crowley didn’t protest, eyes still squeezed shut.

“Open your eyes for me, Crowley,” Aziraphale said softly. It took Crowley several moments to comply, eventually blinking his eyes open to stare up at Aziraphale.

“Hmm… I suppose that was acceptable,” Aziraphale said finally, referring to Crowley’s earlier pleads. “Though you’re going to have to try much harder for anything else.”

The angel sat back finally and Crowley at once realised how much he had sunk into the floor during their interaction.

“Come here, lovely.” Aziraphale patted his thigh.

Crowley stared at him again, dazed for a moment, before finally picking himself up off the ground and moving to sit on Aziraphale’s lap. He sat completely upright before Aziraphale pulled him closer- until his back was flush with the angel’s chest.

Aziraphale began trailing his hands over Crowley’s clothed body. “Have you been thinking about me?” He asked almost rhetorically- they both knew the answer to that question, but the angel wanted a response nonetheless.

“‘Course, angel,” Crowley replied shortly.

“Mm, I want you to tell me all about it,” Aziraphale pressed, unbuttoning Crowley’s pants and snaking a hand up his now untucked shirt. The contact felt almost electric to Crowley and had been something he’d been craving for days on end.

“I-I thought about you in all different ways, with me. Sitting at the park, out for lunch-”

Aziraphale gripped Crowley’s hip with his unoccupied hand, moving to murmur beside his ear. “With all due respect, darling, those aren’t the thoughts I was referring to. And you know it.”

Crowley felt a pleasant chill roll down his spine, feeling as Aziraphale began playing with one of his nipples. 

“F-Fine, I thought about you below me, eating me out, okay?” Crowley arched his back when he felt the hand previously on his hip move to be down his pants, massaging his clit carefully through his underwear. 

“What else, dear?” Aziraphale prompted, moving to suck hickeys along Crowley’s neck. 

“N-Ngk-! H-How bad I wanted your tongue all over me, licking me u-until I came and having you drink me dry,” Crowley added hurriedly. The hand that was up his shirt began teasing a nipple more purposely, and Crowley bucked his hips when he realised that Aziraphale wasn’t setting a fast enough pace.

“If you want something, dear, you know what you need to do,” Aziraphale taunted him slyly.

“C-Come on, angel,” Crowley pleaded. “Don’t m-make me- ah!” 

Aziraphale had slipped his hand into Crowley’s underwear finally, now having full contact with his vulva and setting an even slower pace than before.

“Don’t make you what?” Aziraphale asked innocently, and Crowley groaned. 

“J-Just… a little faster, please, you’re driving me crazy, here,” Crowley almost whimpered again. “P-Please, angel,”

“You’re doing so well for me Crowley, begging like that…” Aziraphale returned his lips to Crowley’s neck, moving down towards his shoulder, and bit the skin there gingerly. Crowley arched his back again, letting out a loud and unapologetic moan when Aziraphale simultaneously began to move his hand at a quicker pace.

Crowley could feel his core being wound up like a tight spring, riding the feeling as he neared completion.

“A-Ah, angel,” Crowley moaned out, throwing his head back into Aziraphale’s shoulder. “I-I’m so… a-almost… rghk…”

Aziraphale began to quicken his movements even more, bringing the demon right to the edge of his orgasm. Crowley arched his back and closed his eyes, leaning as far as he could into Aziraphale, waiting restlessly until he would be seeing white, lost in the euphoria, waiting for his orgasm to finally break- 

…and then it didn’t. 

He instead felt an alarming absence as Aziraphale withdrew himself entirely; first removing his hand from Crowley’s pants, then from under his shirt, and then finally moving his head away from the demon’s neck.

Crowley whimpered, confused for a moment. Then the cogs began turning in his foggy mind as the peak of his climax escaped him. He turned so that he was facing Aziraphale now. 

The demon looked a proper mess, and Aziraphale was quite happy with himself. Crowley grabbed him feebly by the shoulders- mostly just to keep himself from sliding off of the angel’s lap. 

“I’m sorry, my dear, but I don’t believe I heard quite enough begging going on. I wasn’t sure you really wanted it all that badly,” Aziraphale teased, bringing his hand to his face and beginning to lick it clean of Crowley’s arousal.

“You… are one sick and twisted angel,” Crowley whined, moving to bury his face into Aziraphale’s chest. Aziraphale could hear him groaning and whimpering. 

“Now there’s no need for that,” the angel said somewhat lightheartedly, realising that Crowley had begun weakly grinding on his thigh. He could still feel the overwhelming amount of lust that was pulsating from the demon, perhaps even more intense than it had been before.

“Now that you’re aware of the consequences,” Aziraphale started, “I’m quite sure we’ll be able to continue without so much as a hiccup.”

Crowley looked up at Aziraphale quickly. “What? We aren’t done?”

“We can be done whenever you’d like,” Aziraphale said, twirling the demon’s hair in his fingers. “Unless you do not wish to continue in the first place-” 

“Not a chance,” Crowley said quickly. 

“Mmh. What were you saying about me eating you out?” Aziraphale had leaned forward until he towered over Crowley once more. The demon hid his face and groaned again. 

“S’nothing, angel,” he muttered embarrassedly. 

Aziraphale moved to stand up suddenly and Crowley wrapped his legs around his waist, clinging to the angel so he wouldn’t fall to the ground. Aziraphale held Crowley in place by the thighs, grasping the underside of each one firmly in his hands.

The angel turned around and stood over the armchair, gently prying Crowley off of himself and into a seated position. Then Aziraphale slowly moved to kneel in front of him.

“A-Angel?” Crowley looked a little nervous. Aziraphale tugged at the demon’s trousers and briefs until they were bunched around his knees, Crowley taking the hint and kicking them the rest of the way off. 

“A-Angel, really- you don’t need to-”

Aziraphale grabbed Crowley by the hips and dragged him to the edge of the armchair. Crowley’s pussy was wet beyond belief, almost dripping with the work required of an almost-orgasm. 

Crowley suddenly felt very exposed, moving to close his legs in an embarrassed manner before Aziraphale gently stopped him.

“Mm, so beautiful for me, Crowley. Always so divine.” Aziraphale rested his head against Crowley’s inner thigh. “So wet for me. I can barely hold myself back from tasting you.”

Crowley felt his heart jump into his throat and he gripped the armrests of the chair tightly. Unfortunately by now he also knew what was coming next.

“But I’m afraid you’re going to have to beg for that, too.” Aziraphale turned to kiss Crowley’s inner thigh, the demon restraining himself with every fibre of his being from rolling his hips needily.

“Oh, how you torture me so,” Aziraphale continued, kissing his way up Crowley’s leg. “Looking so deliciously tempting.” He continued until he reached Crowley’s stomach, where he continued kissing, as his hands found their way up the demon’s shirt again.

Crowley stared down at the angel between his legs, brain beginning to haze over, when suddenly Aziraphale tilted his head upwards to capture Crowley’s lips in a kiss.

Aziraphale was much more controlled in his actions while Crowley began desperately mashing their lips together, moving to hold Aziraphale’s face in his hands.

Crowley gasped into the kiss as Aziraphale suddenly began rubbing circles on his clit.

“Sorry,” Aziraphale muttered when they’d parted ever so slightly. “Couldn’t quite help myself, dear.” 

Crowley could feel the smirk on his angel’s lips as their mouths reconnected.

Crowley became lost in the kiss and was almost panicked when Aziraphale pulled away, the demon leaning forward to chase his lips. Aziraphale had moved back down to Crowley’s thighs and began trailing kisses again, making the latter moan somewhat needily.

Crowley felt as Aziraphale prodded the entrance to his vagina with a finger but went no further. Crowley had to cover his mouth with his hand to suppress another whimper. 

“Ngk… angel…” he groaned. 

“Yes, Crowley?” Aziraphale didn’t look up from the demon’s thighs, trailing kisses and love bites everywhere he went. 

“S-So terribly mean to me, you are,” Crowley fumbled out. 

“Trust me, dear, I can be much more unpleasant than this,” Aziraphale replied darkly. “But I do believe I’ve been forgetting myself. If you don’t start begging me to do things to you then I might just… stop,” he withdrew his hands from Crowley again and sat back.

“A-Angel,” Crowley growled desperately. “Please,” 

“Please what?” Aziraphale replied, running his tongue along his fingers. “Oh, how divine you taste, Crowley,” he hummed after a moment.

The hand Crowley still had over his mouth began to grip his face, apparently trying to find some ounce of strength as he watched Aziraphale partake in the lewd act.

“Please, just- I need you so badly,” Crowley whined, moving to bury his face into his shoulder. “P-Please, I need your tongue on my clit a-and I need you to make me come, already,” he continued in a weak voice.

“That’s more like it,” Aziraphale replied somewhat cheerily, “Though I’m not quite convinced, yet.” 

“Angel,” Crowley whimpered frustratedly. “C-Come on, just- just do it already, please,” he ran a hand through his dishevelled hair for some kind of comfort. “I need you, need you to make me feel so good, angel- p-please, please, need you so badly, love,” 

Aziraphale hummed, leaning forward to hold Crowley’s face in his hands. “You’re behaving so well for me, dear. Doing exactly as I ask. I think you deserve a reward, hmm?” 

Crowley felt his breath catch in his throat before he found the common sense to nod his head in agreement. “So good for you, angel, I’ll be such a good demon,” he rasped. 

“I know, dear, I know,” Aziraphale cooed, placing another gentle kiss on Crowley’s forehead.

Aziraphale trailed his hands down Crowley’s sides until he could rest them on his hips again. “And you’ll do so well for me, as you always do,” he murmured encouragingly. 

In one fluid movement Aziraphale had his mouth on Crowley’s vulva, rolling his tongue against his clit. 

“Hrgh- fuck! Oh, angel,” Crowley moaned, his hands moving instinctively to bury themselves in Aziraphale’s white curls. 

Aziraphale hummed again and Crowley nearly melted into the chair, pulling the angel’s hair tightly for a moment. 

“P-Please, don’t stop,” Crowley begged, as if he were afraid Aziraphale was going to pull away again at any moment. “Don’t ever stop, f-fuck,”

Aziraphale gently squeezed Crowley’s hips in a reassuring manner as he continued to work. It never ceased to amaze Crowley how his angel’s tongue seemed to have such an incredible endurance; as well as a knack for pushing all of the right buttons and doing all of the right things.

Crowley moved a hand to cover his mouth again but Aziraphale grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand back to entwine their fingers instead. 

“Don’t hold back, darling. I want to hear every handsome noise you make,” Aziraphale said quickly, returning his tongue to the demon’s vulva not a moment later. Crowley whimpered and squeezed Aziraphale’s hand tightly, his other hand still immersed in angelic locks. 

“S-So good, angel- always so good,” Crowley’s voice was trembling with affection. “Wish I could be like this, with you, f-forever,” he mewled.

Crowley continued to moan and pant until Aziraphale had begun to suck on his clit, at which point Crowley reflexively wrapped his legs around the angel.

“F-Fuck!” Crowley started breathing heavier. “Mnng… a-angel…”

Aziraphale could almost feel the tension rising in the air as Crowley was coming dangerously near to his climax once again. Aziraphale, taking note of this, then decided to start teasing him again; he had stopped sucking at Crowley’s clit, but unlike before, he continued the stimulation. Much less fervently, mind you. 

Crowley whimpered rather loudly at this. 

“Aziraphale!” He almost sobbed out. (Almost.)

Crowley attempted to grind into Aziraphale’s slow-moving tongue to make up the lost movement but the angel simply gripped his hips tighter and held him in place.

“Please,” Crowley begged hoarsely, and then it was as if a switch had flipped in his brain. “Make me come, please, I’ve been so g-good- please, angel! I-I’ll do anything! Let me come, n-need it so bad, need you, please, please, oh g-god- someone- let me come, angel! Wanna come so bad for you, p-please let me!”

Aziraphale was sure that Crowley would begin weeping if he made him wait nary a moment longer.

Aziraphale purred approvingly into Crowley’s vulva and at once he resumed his zealous pace, using a combination of lapping and sucking at the demon’s clit to bring him back to the brink of his high. 

“R-Rghk!” Crowley gasped again and began to tug earnestly at Aziraphale’s hair, almost whimpering in a pleased manner.

“A-Angel, so close, d-don’t stop!” Crowley continued to encourage Aziraphale desperately. “P-Please, so close! A-Almost… I-I’m… Ah!”

Crowley let out a guttural moan as he finally tipped over the edge of his orgasm and into complete bliss, rocking himself against Aziraphale mindlessly (which the angel had loosened his grip enough to allow him to do) as he rode the ecstasy of it all. 

Aziraphale gradually felt Crowley’s tight grasp on his hair lessen as the rocking became sluggish, and before long Crowley was twitching uncontrollably from the overstimulation he was presented with. 

“Hrghk,” Crowley moaned tiredly, Aziraphale’s head still between his legs. The angel broke away finally, wiping his face clean on his sleeve. 

“You did so well for me, dear,” Aziraphale cooed, leaning up to kiss Crowley tenderly. 

“Mrnff, you taste like me,” Crowley pointed out wearily once they’d parted. 

“Quite the predicament, I’m afraid,” Aziraphale replied sarcastically. “I haven’t the foggiest clue why that might be.”

“Ngh,” Crowley said rather indignantly, moving to sprawl out on the armchair. Not a moment passed before he changed his mind, curling in on himself instead. 

Aziraphale gently picked the demon up, hooking one arm under his legs and the other behind his shoulders, and made his way towards the staircase that led to the adjoined apartment. Crowley continued mumbling nonsense into his chest and Aziraphale would give him a gentle squeeze every now and again.

Aziraphale gently kicked open the door to his bedroom and meandered inside, placing Crowley delicately onto the bed before pulling back the covers and tucking him in. The angel snapped his fingers and suddenly there were two cups of tea on the bedside table. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed beside his sleepy demon. 

“Are you alright, love?” Aziraphale asked softly, patting Crowley’s leg through the blanket. 

“Mmf…” Crowley replied. 

“I do apologise, I was quite harsh on you, I realise…” Aziraphale itched his face embarrassedly. “It was not my intention.”

Crowley turned his head to glance judgingly at Aziraphale.

“Well, of course it was partly my intention- oh, you know what I mean. I just got carried away, I think. You have my sincerest apologies.” Aziraphale leaned forward to kiss Crowley’s cheek and the demon promptly turned to bury his face in the pillows. 

“Surely you’d want to get changed, dearest. I’m much the same, you did make quite the mess of me,” Aziraphale said lightheartedly, standing to leave when Crowley reached out to grab his hand. 

“Ngk. Stay,” he said quietly, and Aziraphale noticed his voice was still rather husky.

“Of course, dear. Whatever you desire,” Aziraphale replied brightly, moving to sit on the bed beside Crowley. 

Crowley sat up and Aziraphale helped him to remove his jacket and the rest of his clothes.

“I’ll put everything through the wash for you,” Aziraphale said, folding the clothes into his lap.

“Ngh. S’no point, I can just miracle myself some more,” Crowley reasoned.

“I know, dear. But I rather enjoy doing little things like that for you.” Aziraphale held Crowley’s hand and brushed his thumb over his knuckles.

“Well… alright, then.” Crowley muttered after a moment. Aziraphale smiled at him.

Aziraphale miracled a warm, damp towel into existence. He held it out to Crowley.

“Why don’t you get cleaned up while I go start the washing?” He offered.

“Ngk,” Crowley said begrudgingly.

“I won’t be too long, dear.” Aziraphale kissed Crowley on the cheek again before climbing off the bed, leaving the room and closing the door carefully behind himself.

With Crowley’s clothes folded over his arm, he ventured back down to the bookshop to retrieve the demon’s long-forgotten trousers. He decided to miracle the armchair clean while he was there. 

Aziraphale made his way back up the stairs and into the small laundry room he had, tossing Crowley’s clothes into the washing machine before unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it in as well. He gently placed his waistcoat on the small bench in the laundry room- it would have to be hand-washed at a later time.

Aziraphale finally made his way back to the bedroom and began looking for another shirt to wear. He rummaged through his drawers and debated whether or not he should change into pyjamas. 

“Do you need anything else, dearest?” The angel asked, noticing that Crowley was sitting up and drinking his tea.

“Mngh. For you to keep your shirt off, angel,” Crowley replied cheekily. 

Aziraphale turned to him with a playful smile. “Oh, I suppose that is manageable,” he said sarcastically.

Aziraphale undressed himself fully before sliding under the covers beside Crowley. It was then that Aziraphale realised that Crowley had miracled the tea he was supposed to be drinking into wine.

The demon handed Aziraphale his cup of tea from the nightstand and the angel was glad to notice that his beverage had not been miracled into alcohol. 

Crowley curled into Aziraphale’s side before taking another sip of his wine. Aziraphale stopped himself from scolding Crowley over miracling wine into the expensive porcelain cup.

“You know,” Aziraphale started, tapping his finger on the side of his cup, “I was rather surprised that you did everything I asked. I really thought I was trying my luck when I asked you to get on your knees.” 

Crowley huffed and Azirphale took a sip of his tea. “Yeah, me too. But here we are,” he replied quite unbotheredly. “Perhaps it’s a testament to how much I really did miss you. Five days is an awful long time, angel.”

Aziraphale began to play with Crowley’s hair absentmindedly. “Do not think you were the only one who felt a little lonely, dear.”

“It’s your bloody fault we were separated in the first place,” Crowley grumbled, though not very angrily. He couldn’t bring himself to be upset with his angel.

“It’s the only way you ever listen to me, Crowley, you must understand,” Aziraphale defended himself. “How was I supposed to know you’d show up tonight so inexplicably excited?”

Crowley sat still for a moment as he processed Aziraphale’s words. Then suddenly he shot upright, putting his cup on the bedside table rather indignantly. 

“What? I didn’t drive over here just because I wanted a shag!” Crowley snapped, apparently offended.

“What you were saying earlier seems to contradict that statement.” Aziraphale took another sip of his tea. “Besides, I knew you had driven over here before you even stepped foot into the bookshop- you do tend to radiate incomparable amounts of lust, but even for you it was quite much, I’d thought.”

Crowley suddenly became bright red, from the tips of his ears to his collarbone, totally engulfed by his own embarrassment. 

“Surely not?” Was all he could manage to squeak out.

Aziraphale tried his best to suppress laughter. “I’m afraid so, my dear. I could practically sense you driving down the road.”

Crowley groaned and fell face-first back into the pillow.

“It’s alright, darling,” Aziraphale couldn’t stop a few chuckles from slipping out as he reached over to pat his demon on the back comfortingly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I know you didn’t show up just for sex, I’m just being a nuisance.”

The angel set his now empty cup aside before moving to lie down with Crowley. “But I am sorry, dear. I won’t put you through that again- nor what took place tonight, it was dreadfully mean of me.” Aziraphale kissed the top of Crowley’s head and the demon turned to face him.

“Well, actually…” Crowley swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing in a voice barely above a whisper. “I wouldn’t mind doing something like that again, maybe…”

Aziraphale smiled warmly at him. “Oh? You liked it when I made you beg? All pretty and desperate for me, hmm? When I edged you and made you beg for your orgasm?”

Crowley turned to bury his face in Aziraphale’s chest to hide his embarrassment. “Yeah, well, maybe I did- what of it?” He replied snarkily, attempting to save face.

“Nothing, my dear,” Aziraphale began to pet the demon’s hair. “Just… interesting,” he teased. “I’ll be sure to keep it in mind.”

It was a nice day. Crowley hated those. Well, not really- he hated them in the same way that landlords hated affordable housing. A habit created by the profession, a habit that sticks with you long after you’ve resigned. A habit that you can’t quite shake.

No, good days weren’t all that bad, really. After all, they were a perfect excuse to spend time with Aziraphale. Though Crowley again noted that he didn’t much need excuses anymore. Another habit he couldn’t quite shake.

Aziraphale had called that morning and proposed that the two partake in a road trip to somewhere a town or two over, and who would Crowley be to refuse such an offer? He adored driving his angel around in the Bentley.

They had set off at around 10 and had arrived in a quaint little town around noon. They had lunch in some small local cafe and Crowley had indulged in an extra, extra, extra, extra, extra long black coffee while Aziraphale had tried an assortment of the establishment’s homemade pastries and cakes.

Crowley didn’t care much for eating but couldn’t help himself from trying a nibble here or there at Aziraphale’s earnest request. He simply couldn’t find it in him to refuse the angel, and the bright smile he always received for gingerly consuming a morsel of whatever Aziraphale had offered made it all seem worth it in the end.

They had spent the rest of the day mostly walking hand in hand through the streets, Aziraphale occasionally dragging them into lame little knickknack stores or local grocers. Now they were meandering around a small park together, Crowley listening intently as Aziraphale chattered away about some book he’d been reading.

Crowley glanced at his watch when a moment of quiet passed over them. “We’d better be on our way, soon.” He pointed out. “Getting late.”

Aziraphale seemed to become nervous for a moment. “Oh, is it? I hadn’t even noticed. I suppose we should.”

They continued on their lap around the park until the Bentley came into view, pulled up in front of a very obnoxious-looking “NO PARKING” sign.

Aziraphale pulled ahead suddenly and moved to stand in front of Crowley, their hands still linked.

“…Yes, angel? What is it?” Crowley asked suspiciously after a moment.

“I was just wondering,” Aziraphale began, trying- and failing miserably- not to fidget with Crowley’s hand. “You drive the Bentley an awful lot.”

“Yes. It is my car, funnily enough.”

“Well, I have driven it once, so doesn’t that technically make it our car?” Aziraphale argued.

“I don’t like where this is going,” Crowley grumbled.

“Come now, Crowley. Always so dramatic,” Aziraphale teased. “Won’t you let me drive the Bentley home just this once? Please? You’ll be right there to monitor my speed, and there’ll be no funny business on my end, I can assure you. I know you take driving the Bentley very seriously.”

Crowley couldn’t half tell if Aziraphale was mocking him or not.

“Ffff… ffffffine,” Crowley all but spat out through gritted teeth. “But you will not make her yellow,” he said firmly.

“Of course not,” Aziraphale agreed, bringing their entwined hands up so that he could place a delicate kiss on Crowley’s knuckles. The demon couldn’t stay mad at him no matter how hard he tried, using his free hand to push his glasses farther onto his face.

Before Aziraphale could point out the sudden redness in his complexion Crowley moved to open the driver's side door for him.

“Come on, then. Let’s get this over with,” he said.

“Thank you, dear,” Aziraphale replied warmly, climbing into the car before Crowley closed the door behind him again.

【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】

It had taken barely ten minutes before Aziraphale took a turn that Crowley wasn’t anticipating, throwing the demon for a loop.

“Uh. Angel. You do know that we didn’t take this turn on the way out here, don’t you?” Crowley had sat up noticeably straighter.

“Yes, Crowley, I am aware,” Aziraphale responded carefully, continuing down an unpaved country road.

“There’s a sign right there that says ‘private property’. Can you see it?” Crowley pointed to somewhere ahead of them from behind the windshield.

“Yes, dear, I can see it. Rest assured this property has been abandoned for many years- I doubt it is even owned. Though, I find your comment amusing. You’ve never been one to obey the rules, hmm?” Aziraphale gave his demon a sly smile.

“Yes. Sure. I’ll give you that one, but it doesn’t make me any less worried about where you’re taking us.” Crowley had begun to tap his finger nervously on the dashboard. He didn’t like changes in plans very much.

They had begun approaching the end of the lane and a chained-closed gate was in sight. There was another one of those “PRIVATE PROPERTY” signs attached to the front of it.

Aziraphale waved his his hand rather quickly and suddenly the chains fell to the ground, the gate beginning to push itself open through the overgrown greenery.

“Don’t worry, dear, I won’t get a scratch on the Bentley,” Aziraphale seemed to voice Crowley’s concerns, patting the steering wheel affirmingly.

They drove through the gate and continued until there was no longer a road to drive on, ending up atop a grassy hill that was gentle enough of an incline that Aziraphale could get the car to the top. When they stopped and Aziraphale put the car into park, Crowley looked at his watch again.

“Angel, I don’t know what you’re planning, but if we don’t leave soon we’ll be driving home in the dark. I know you don’t like it very much when we drive at night.” Crowley looked up to see that Aziraphale was fiddling anxiously with his hands.

“I know, dear. I do appreciate your concern, though.” Aziraphale smiled brightly and leaned over to  Crowley, putting a hand on one side of the demon’s face as he leaned in to give his beloved a peck on the lips.

When he pulled away Aziraphale noticed that Crowley seemed flustered again. He suppressed a chuckle. 

“Stay here a moment, will you? And please close your eyes.”

“Ngk,” Crowley complained, though was too dazed to argue further as he obliged his angel and closed his eyes.

“And no peeking!” Aziraphale added, and Crowley heard as he exited the car and his footsteps began to trail away.

Some amount of time had passed before Crowley was jolted awake by the passenger side door opening. He caught himself before he could fall out of the car, thankfully.

“Darling, were you asleep?” Aziraphale asked. “I wasn’t gone more than five minutes.”

“Nonsense,” Crowley snapped. “Just caught me off guard, is all.”

Aziraphale tried to hide a playful smile behind his next words. “Well, come on, then.”

Crowley stepped out of the car finally and closed the door behind him, taking a moment to stretch his stiff limbs in the dusk air.

“Right, then, what is it you wanted us out here for, angel-?” Crowley stopped short once he’d laid eyes on what was ahead of him.

Aziraphale was standing beside a large picnic blanket that had been set out- tartan, of course- with a picnic basket and a couple of wine glasses laid out by battery-powered candlelight.

“Oh.”

“Is it too much?” Aziraphale had begun to fret. “I can miracle it away if you’d like,” he added quickly.

Crowley stood still for a moment, stunned.

“Oh, you don’t like it, do you? I’m terribly sorry, my dear. I just thought that it was such a nice day and it was supposed to be a clear night as well, I imagined that maybe we could do some stargazing and look for those odd star patterns that the humans had made up- oh, what are they called?” Aziraphale had started muttering to himself in a tizzy.

“Constellations,” Crowley added suddenly, causing Aziraphale to fall silent.

Aziraphale walked tentatively closer to the demon. “Yes, well, I know how much you love your stars… and I know they are often obscured by the city smog and light pollution, so I thought that… maybe… you would have liked to come out here to see them. With me.”

He reached out to take Crowley’s hands.

“But if you’d rather we go home then I do not mind.” He smiled softly, almost apologetically, and Crowley faltered for a moment.

Crowley glanced up at the night sky. It was dark. Like it always was. Dark and empty. Save for the moon, ever-present and mocking him with every night that passed.

He looked back down to Aziraphale, meeting his gaze. How could he tell him without breaking his heart? Crowley knew that his angel would feel terribly bad. Not just about the botched date idea. About how Crowley had been denied the beauty of the stars he had created. All these years and Aziraphale had never known.

At least he would understand why Crowley didn’t often like talking about the night sky.

“I- No, angel. S’great. Lovely. Looks very lovely. Thank you for this.” Crowley moved to place a kiss on Aziraphale’s forehead.

He didn’t want to ruin the moment now.

Crowley led Aziraphale over to the blanket and they both sat down, the demon moving to pour them both some wine.

“How long have you been cooking this one up for, then?” Crowley asked, gesturing around them.

“Well, it has been on my mind for a while, now…” Aziraphale took the glass offered to him and gingerly took a sip from it. “And there’s been a bout of good weather lately, so I started planning this at the back of my mind. Scouting for places we could stargaze from, not too far from a quaint town where we could spend a lovely day out. And not to toot my own horn, but I do believe that everything turned out quite nicely.”

Crowley couldn’t agree more. It had turned out quite nicely, perfect, even. He suppressed a sigh as he spared another glance above, seeming frustrated.

“I’m sure you’d be able to see an awful lot more if you took your glasses off, dear.” Aziraphale pointed out suddenly. Crowley realised he had been more or less scowling at the sky and turned quickly to take a large gulp of his wine.

“Come here, darling,” Aziraphale said softly, and Crowley slowly turned to look at him. The angel reached up to grab the temples of his glasses, pausing for a moment, before Crowley bowed his head slightly in compliance.

Aziraphale delicately removed his glasses to reveal that Crowley’s eyes were brimming with tears. Crowley glanced at the sky again. Empty. Dark. The same as it had always been for the past 6000 years.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale began, the demon dragging his eyes back down to look at him. Aziraphale’s voice was frail and worried. “What’s wrong, my love?”

They sat in silence for a moment as Crowley thought, his head held gently in Aziraphale’s warm hands.

“I… I can’t see them.”

Aziraphale was quiet.

“The stars, I mean,” Crowley clarified. “I can’t see them.”

“Really?” Aziraphale’s voice was small and somewhat apologetic and Crowley felt his heart clench. What a perfect way to derail a date- make your boyfriend feel guilty about something nice he tried to do for you. Not a regrettable decision whatsoever. Nice one, Crowley.

“Yeah. S’my eyes. After I fell, she-” Crowley stammered for a moment before swallowing the lump in his throat. “Heaven took my eyes. Changed them to these odd snakey ones.”

There was a small pause as Aziraphale scrambled for something to say. Crowley thought of something first.

“Did you know that snakes can’t see the stars? Their eyes are better suited to the dark but they can’t focus on small details very well. Guess that includes stars.” Crowley laughed dryly, a tear spilling down his cheek.

Aziraphale wiped the tear away with his thumb. “Oh, my dear, I’m so- I’m so sorry. That’s horrible. And especially after you… and all this time… oh, dear boy…”

“S’okay. Not your fault, Angel. You weren’t to know.” Crowley felt bad for dumping this onto his angel so suddenly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, dear?”

“Dunno. Didn’t want to think about it, s’pose. Makes me sad sometimes.” Crowley chuckled again and moved to put his hands on top of Aziraphale’s.

“S’not all bad, though.” Crowley sniffed, trying to recompose himself. “I can still see one star. The most important one, if you ask me.“

“Oh, really?” Aziraphale perked up, turning to look back up at the sky expectantly. “Which one?”

“You,” Crowley replied breathlessly. Aziraphale faltered as he processed what his demon had said.

“Oh! Well… thank you very much, my dear,” Aziraphale replied meekly, pulling his hands away and turning to hide his flushed face. “Though I’m sure I couldn’t be nearly as bright as the stars you’ve created.”

“S’true. Dwarf my stars in comparison, you do.”

“Oh, how you charm me, my beloved serpent,” Aziraphale replied warmly.

“Look at me, angel,” Crowley cooed. He grabbed Aziraphale’s face gently with one hand and turned him.

Aziraphale’s eyes shone brightly in the moonlight, his face flustered with adoration.

“There’s my star,” Crowley purred delightfully. He leaned over until he was on top of Aziraphale, the angel holding himself up on his elbows by this point.

“Crowley,” he chided, though made no attempts to stop the demon as he leaned down to place a delicate kiss on his lips.

“What’s wrong, angel?” Crowley said, pulling away and moving to straddle Aziraphale’s hips. “I mean, I can stop if you want me to…” he teased, though Aziraphale knew that Crowley was absolutely serious.

“Well, I never said that…” The angel replied sheepishly. He leaned upwards to kiss his partner again and Crowley deepened the kiss ever so slightly.

“That’s my angel,” Crowley murmured against Aziraphale’s lips. He tangled the fingers of one hand into white curls while his other hand began trying to pull off the angel’s coat.

“We should really find somewhere more private,” Aziraphale crooned, gasping slightly as they parted.

Crowley chased after his lips, his next words dripping with longing and that of someone whose mind was clouded with need. “Sure. Yeah. ‘Course. S’whatever you want, angel,” he said breathlessly.

They met each other again in the middle and Crowley used his free hand to snap his fingers, and at once they were on the large bed in Crowley’s apartment. Aziraphale trusted Crowley to take care of what they’d left behind on the hill.

Crowley shouldered off his jacket and Aziraphale sat up to do the same, though while the angel miracled his waistcoat and outerwear into a neatly folded pile on the nightstand, the demon threw his haphazardly across the room. Their shoes quickly followed in similar manners before they both returned to the bed, kneeling in front of one another.

Crowley began to unbutton his shirt and found himself with his lips on Aziraphale’s again. Aziraphale had moved forward and pressed a thigh between Crowley’s legs, causing the demon to let out a loud and involuntary moan which he was bound to deny in later discussions.

Aziraphale grabbed Crowley’s waist with both hands and the latter began to loosen the angel’s bow tie. Then suddenly Aziraphale’s mouth was on Crowley’s exposed neck, kissing trails up and down his jawline and back and forth along his collarbone.

“Ngk, angel,” Crowley moaned again, faltering for a moment before he finally finished unbuttoning Aziraphale’s shirt.

“What is it, my dear?” Aziraphale asked, sucking lightly at a particularly sensitive spot on Crowley’s neck.

“Ngh,” Crowley replied.

“Come, now, use your words for me, lovely.” Aziraphale pressed his thigh further between Crowley’s legs and felt him begin to grind softly against it. “Now, one more time for me, dear. What do you need?”

“Y-You,” Crowley eventually moaned out. “You, in me.”

“Now that’s a tad crude, don’t you think?” Aziraphale teased, but Crowley didn’t much care. Instead, he responded with another strangled sound that seemed just as eager to escape his throat as all the rest before it.

Crowley’s hands had found their way back to Aziraphale’s hair and the angel delicately began to trace his fingers along the waistband of Crowley’s pants. His hands eventually met at Crowley’s belt buckle and made quick work of unfastening it before moving to unbutton his pants next.

Crowley groaned into Aziraphale’s hair and gripped his shoulders. He opened his mouth to say something but all thoughts were lost the moment that Aziraphale slipped his hand down the front of what remained of Crowley’s pants, delicately pressing a finger to his slicked pussy.

“A-Angel,” Crowley moaned out, stopping himself from rolling his hips into Aziraphale’s hand.

“So wet for me, hmm?” Aziraphale murmured into his ear. It was all Crowley could do to nod absently in agreement.

“So needy, aren’t we? So needy for me, Crowley.” Aziraphale moved his hand so that his finger could begin stroking lengths against Crowley’s vulva.

“B-Been thinking about you all day, angel,” Crowley admitted, eyes fluttering for a moment at the sudden stimulation. “Like this, with me,” he groaned out.

“Is that so?” Aziraphale teased, his voice low and smooth. “You’ve always had such an active imagination. Would you care to reenact some of your devilish thoughts with me?”

Much to both of their surprise, Crowley had managed to overcome his arousal enough to softly push Aziraphale off of him and back against the headboard. He caged the angel in with his arms.

“Angel, I’ll do whatever you desire of me,” Crowley muttered, his eyes half-lidded and eager.

Without waiting for a response he leant down to kiss Aziraphale’s forehead, then his flushed cheeks, his neck, and his exposed chest; slowly moving farther and farther down with every peck from his lips.

Eventually Crowley reached Aziraphale’s lower stomach and continued to kiss until he was met with the fabric of the angel’s pants, trailing along his clothed thighs and sending a pleasant shiver down Aziraphale’s spine.

Crowley looked up from between Aziraphale’s knees, making careful eye contact with the angel as he moved to place an especially soft kiss to the prominent bulge that was forming between his legs.

Aziraphale buried his face into the crook of his arm and suppressed a whimper as Crowley began to prod the fabric of his crotch with a serpentine tongue. 

Crowley was always like this. He liked to be in total control whenever Aziraphale gave up even the slightest hint of dominance. Not that Aziraphale minded all that much.

Crowley’s fingers snaked up to unbutton the angel’s pants and wasted no time in removing the remaining layers that Aziraphale was wearing, turning back to his erect cock with a certain amount of pride.

“Mm, I’ve been anticipating dessert all day,” Crowley drawled, leaning forward to kiss the weeping head of Aziraphale’s penis. He began stroking the length of it, slowly, deliberately, trying to drive his angel to the brink of insanity.

“C-Crowley, please,” Aziraphale moaned out suddenly, and that was all the demon needed.

Not even a moment later Crowley had buried Aziraphale’s entire length deep into his throat, as far as he could physically take it, leaving it there for a moment as Aziraphale gasped and groaned fervently at the feeling of Crowley’s warm, wet mouth encapsulating his cock.

Crowley hummed his approval when Aziraphale reached to grasp fistfuls of his red hair, feeling the angel’s cock twitch against his tongue from the vibrations his voice had caused. 

Then without warning Crowley began bobbing his head at a steady pace, listening intently as Aziraphale moaned out his name again and again. 

“S-So perfect, my dear, always so perfect,” Aziraphale managed to murmur, gazing down at his demon with adoration.

Crowley, upon realising he was being carefully observed, hollowed his cheeks and used one hand to stroke the remaining length of Aziraphale’s cock, already slicked with drool.

“C-Crowley,” came Aziraphale’s broken voice, his head turning away slightly.

Crowley hummed again in response, feeling his lover twitch below him at the action. 

“Crowley, I’m…” Aziraphale cut himself off with another moan, but the demon already knew what he was meaning.

Aziraphale’s grip on Crowley’s hair grew more earnest as his whole body began to tense, the demon not letting up his furious pace for even a moment. Suddenly Aziraphale cried out in a mixture of a muffled scream and a moan and Crowley felt hot strings of come hit the back of his throat, gulping down every last drop ardently.

Aziraphale was left panting and gasping a few moments later as he came down from his high, the demon slowly beginning to remove himself. Crowley sat up and gazed at his angel with a satisfied look on his face, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean.

“Such a good demon for me, Crowley. Always so well-behaved,” Aziraphale murmured lovingly after he’d recovered. “Though I must say, I much prefer it when you end up a mess.” He put a hand on Crowley’s chest and pushed the demon back until they had essentially swapped positions, Crowley now lying flat on the bed while Aziraphale hovered over him.

“Now, what may I do to return the favour?” Aziraphale added sensually.

“Well,” Crowley’s throat bobbed for a moment. “If you must know… I’d rather like if you would just get on with it and shag me already,” he replied cheekily.

“What, and skip all of the fun?” Aziraphale complained lightheartedly.

Crowley hummed. “Thought you already had plenty of fun,” he joked. Aziraphale blushed a little harder.

“Well, my dear, for your information, I’ve barely gotten started,” the angel said, leaning down to kiss Crowley’s chest. “Quite peckish myself, actually.”

He looked up at Crowley through his eyelashes and the demon felt his breath hitch.

“Ngh,” Crowley said.

Aziraphale tugged at Crowley’s pants, which were still in the act of being worn (more or less).

“Though I’m afraid that either way I’ll have to remove these,” Aziraphale said, and Crowley spared no time in kicking them off and tossing them to the floor.

“Much better,” the angel thanked him, beginning to trail his hands over Crowley’s bare body. 

“Mm,” Aziraphale hummed after a moment of thought. “I need to return the favour, I think. Just fucking you isn’t enough.”

Crowley felt his pussy throb at even just hearing Aziraphale mention sexual intercourse. He wanted him so badly. In every way, all at once. Though he knew that was quite impossible.

“Ngk,” Crowley said again, though this time it was a much more choked sound. Aziraphale smiled at this.

“Surely you’d spare me a moment, my love? Sometimes I drive myself mad simply thinking about the way you taste, how you feel against my tongue. So delightfully tempting and incomparable to anything else I’ve ever known.” Aziraphale slowly began trailing his hands down Crowley’s body until he could grab him by the hips again, rubbing small circles with his thumbs.

“You’ve been so good for me, darling.” Aziraphale moved one hand to start stroking Crowley’s clit, the demon arching his back suddenly at the unannounced stimulation. “Allow me to return the favour, won’t you?”

“N-Ngk,” Crowley moaned out, trying to settle himself. His freshly recollected thoughts were scattered again when he felt Aziraphale slip two fingers into his aching vagina.

“Just like that. So lovely for me, Crowley. So well-behaved. So many lovely sounds falling from your tongue. Say my name, won’t you?” Aziraphale was cooing from above the demon.

“N-Ngh, A-Aziraphale,” Crowley managed to squeak out, earning more approval.

“Well done, Crowley. So obedient, hmm? So obedient for me. I love making you feel good, my beloved. It’s always such a treat, seeing you like this.” Aziraphale continued spilling praises to Crowley, working him up more and more with each word.

“P-Please,” Crowley whined. “Fuck me, Aziraphale. Please.”

Aziraphale seemed as though he were considering the request- not that Crowley was aware enough to observe this fact.

“Hmm… Well, I suppose so. I’ll just have to treat you on another occasion, then,” he concluded fondly.

Crowley felt an abrupt absence as Aziraphale removed himself, about to complain when suddenly he felt himself being lifted amid the haze in his brain.

“Is this okay?” Came Aziraphale’s voice, and Crowley opened his eyes to see that he was now kneeling over the angel, one leg on either side of his hips.

“Yeah,” Crowley replied affectionately. “Perfect.”

He wrapped his arms around Aziraphale’s shoulders and they both guided Crowley up and then gently back down onto Aziraphale’s waiting cock. Both parties took a moment to adjust, letting out their respective gasps and moans, before Crowley looked back up to focus on his lover.

“You ready?” He asked, and Aziraphale nodded.

“Whenever you are, darling.”

Crowley set a slow pace at first and Aziraphale let him have total control over that aspect of the situation. Aziraphale had also resumed his steady grip on the demon’s hips, aiding him slightly where necessary.

There were barely any words from Crowley past that point, replaced instead by a cascade of whimpers and moans and gasps.

“You’re doing so well, love- perfect, just like that. You’re doing so well for me, Crowley,” Aziraphale murmured warmly between huffs. “Oh, you feel so lovely, my dear. So perfect, hmm? Never was there another creation of god so perfect as you.”

Crowley buried his face into the crook of Aziraphale’s neck, struggling to form coherent thoughts as he quickened the pace until it was steady and fast. He snaked his hands back up to the angel’s head and tangled his fingers into the fluffy white hair there.

“Ngk,” Crowley whimpered as he continued to bounce up and down on Aziraphale’s lap. Suddenly he began to roll his hips with each thrust and they both let out graphic moans.

“A-Angel,” Crowley gasped. “Ah- m’gonna…!”

“Me too, love,” Aziraphale replied, breathless. He dug his fingers into Crowley’s hips and the demon let out another loud moan, coming undone at the action.

Aziraphale felt Crowley tighten around him and came a moment after, the both of them crying out in ecstasy as their bodies gradually stilled from the overstimulation.

Crowley all but collapsed against the angel and Aziraphale let out a breathy chuckle, the both of them exhausted.

“You did so well for me, hmm?” Aziraphale said softly, pulling Crowley back so he could look at him. “So pretty and loud for me, darling. Are you alright?”

“Mrrrnng,” Crowley replied, eyes closed as he leaned into Aziraphale’s touch. Aziraphale laughed again and let Crowley fall back against his chest.

“We need to get up, dear,” Aziraphale reminded him after a few moments.

“Hng.” Crowley said.

“I need to clean you up, hmm?” Aziraphale pointed out.

“Hrrfk.” Crowley said. He opened his eyes slowly. “Thought you preferred it when I ended up a mess,” he added sleepily. He couldn’t see it from where he was, but Aziraphale had begun to blush again.

“Do you mind if I move you?” Aziraphale asked, avoiding the question.

“Ngh,” Crowley said. (“No, I don’t mind.”)

Aziraphale gently lifted Crowley off of himself and guided the demon to lie down on the bed.

Crowley dozed off for a moment and when he woke up again he realised that Aziraphale had cleaned the both of them up (probably using a miracle, he’d thought) and was lying beside him now.

“Everything alright, dear?” Aziraphale asked, reaching out a hand to cup Crowley’s face.

“S’Perfect,” Crowley murmured, leaning into his touch. “S’Always perfect with you, angel. My star.”

“Well I’m glad to hear it,” Aziraphale replied brightly, moving to kiss Crowley’s forehead. “But please know that I am sorry about earlier…”

Crowley thought that Aziraphale was the only person on the planet who could manage to fret over something so unrelated during sex.

“I wish I had known, though I do understand why you did not tell me,” he continued. 

“M’sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Crowley said, moving closer to Aziraphale so he could bury his face against the angel’s chest.

“Not at all, my love,” Aziraphale reassured him, running his fingers soothingly through Crowley’s unkempt hair. “I’m sorry for the distress I caused you tonight.”

“I wasn’t upset with you, angel,” Crowley clarified. “Was just upset that I couldn’t enjoy the date you’d planned. I really did like it, though.”

Crowley tilted his head so he could kiss Aziraphale on the cheek.

“That does put my mind at ease,” Aziraphale chuckled. 

“I love you so much, Aziraphale,” Crowley said suddenly, squeezing his angel in an embrace. 

It was funny. 

To Shadow it was, at least. 

He and Sonic had slowly grown apart over the years, though not of their own volition. It was occupational, really. Team Dark had decided to pursue broader horizons, leaving them no choice but to move away from Green Hill. Tails and Sonic had moved closer to the city and Amy had made the full leap to city life. Knuckles was the only one who stayed rural at all. 

At least they were all within a town of each other,  Shadow brooded. He’d had no such contact with any of their old friends since they’d left. Not that he didn’t enjoy the company of Rouge and Omega; he’d decided to move across the world with them, after all. But he was not the type to upkeep online appearances and soon enough Sonic’s bright demeanour and even brighter smile were all he could remember amongst the constant missions and assignments.

He couldn’t recall how close he’d actually been with Sonic before they’d parted ways; how much of it was real, how much was twisted in the mind of his younger self and warped further by time. 

Yet somehow Shadow could still recall how naive he had been about it all, nonchalant and insensitive. He wished he had left in a kinder manner. He regretted coming across as though he did not care. He still distinctively remembered the aching in his chest after finally coming to terms with it all.

No more petty arguments. No more spontaneous sparring matches. No more of that smug smile he so desperately wished he could punch clean off Sonic’s face at times.

And then when Team Dark had finally decided to move back home- or at least closer to it- Shadow so desperately did not want to. Being forced to face them all again and deal with the repercussions of a younger Shadow’s ego and pride was something he was not ready for.

It had been three years. Almost four. 

He felt like he knew nothing about them anymore. It made him so inexplicably nervous not to know something, especially when it was people he used to know so well. Shadow wanted to preserve the good memories he had instead of trying to make new ones. He knew he was being drastic- but he didn’t much care.

So only Chaos knows how Rouge managed to convince Shadow to move back near Green Hill with her and Omega. Perhaps there was a part of him that was curious enough to oblige. But all curiosity had left him the moment that they arrived.

And there he sat, neatly placed at one end of a couch. The walls were bare and smelled of fresh paint. The air was cold and felt abnormal. He did not like having a new home.

“Come on, Shadow- you’re sitting on a couch, why do you look so stiff?” Rouge chided. The sound of her heels clicking against the floorboards became louder as she neared.

“I do not like it here,” he muttered.

“Not yet, you don’t,” Rouge replied, moving to stand in front of him. “We still have to unpack everything. It’ll start feeling more like home after that.”

Shadow’s ear flicked. Rouge sighed.

“Can you at least pretend you’re happy to be here?” She joked.

“No.” Shadow moved to fix his quills, smoothing them several times before his hands returned to sit neatly on his lap again.

“Well, regardless, can you please help Omega bring up the rest of the moving boxes-”

“NEGATIVE,” a robotic voice rang out, and a moment later Omega appeared through the front door. “I AM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF COMPLETING THE ASSIGNED OBJECTIVE SINGLE-HANDEDLY.” A large box was positioned on one of his shoulders as he ambled his way farther into the room. Then he stopped suddenly.

Shadow and Rouge watched as Omega outstretched his arms and purposely dropped the box, a loud shattering noise ringing throughout the house. He offered a nonchalant thumbs up before turning around and leaving- presumably to grab another box.

Rouge sighed again, pinching above her nose. “I guess we’re going to be using paper cutlery for the housewarming party...”

Shadow’s ears perked suddenly and he turned back around to face her. “The what?”

He sounded panicked and Rouge felt herself cringe at her own callousness. “Sorry, Shadow. I meant to tell you at a better time.”

“When is it?” He asked quickly, referring to the party. 

Rouge looked off to the side anxiously. “It’s... still a little while away...”

“NEGATIVE. OBSERVATION: ROUGE IS LYING TO MAKE SHADOW FEEL BETTER. THE TRUTH: THE SO-CALLED “HOUSEWARMING PARTY” IS SCHEDULED FOR THE END OF THE WEEK.”

“Omega!” Rouge exclaimed. “We talked about this! You promised you wouldn’t say anything!”

Shadow began to fidget with his inhibitor rings.

“NEGATIVE. I NEVER SETTLED ON SUCH AN AGREEMENT.” Shadow heard another box crash to the ground before Omega’s heavy footsteps trailed away again.

“You need to cancel it,” Shadow said, staring at the ground.

“I can’t, hon, I’ve already sent out all the invites- I’d feel horrible if I had to cancel everything now.” A moment of silence passed. “I’m sorry, Shadow. I just thought you’d like to see some familiar faces again. I know you don’t like sudden changes, including us moving back here in the first place, so I was hoping that meeting up with all of our friends again would lessen the blow.”

Rouge moved to sit beside Shadow on the couch. “I’m sorry if I just ended up making things worse.”

Shadow swallowed a harsh remark. He knew she was only trying to help. “It’s... okay.” He sighed, looking up from his inhibitors finally. “I appreciate that you attempted to do such a thing for me.”

Though his expression was blank, Rouge had known Shadow for long enough to know that he was speaking sincerely. 

“It... will be okay,” he continued. “This new house will be okay. The... party will be okay. Maybe it won’t be so bad.” 

He ignored the anxiety clawing at his stomach, screaming and pleading with him to beg Rouge to cancel the party anyway. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Rouge placed a comforting hand on Shadow’s knee, offering a small smile. “I’m glad. Now let’s go stop Omega before he destroys any more of our dinnerware.”

【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】

What was funny to Shadow was how inexplicably nervous he was. He tugged at the hem of his jacket- Rouge said he would look nice if he wore it tonight. He felt like a little kid again.

He’d been through much worse, surely. The past few years had presented him with many unique and dangerous scenarios, yet somehow nothing held a candle to this.

There’s not even anyone here yet, Shadow scolded himself. Yet somehow that almost makes it worse…

It was the waiting that got to him the most. Far different to staking out undesirable individuals or the stealth required to infiltrate a building. At least with those scenarios his stomach didn’t churn with anxiety and his quills didn’t stand on end.

Shadow glanced around the house; once empty only a few days earlier, now covered from head to toe with tacky streamers and cheap balloons. Multicoloured lights were strung along the walls and loose ends hung down, an inch or two too short to finish tying up.

The first knock on the door had been Amy which was less than a surprise. She was early, and Shadow immediately noticed how different she looked. Her quills were cut differently and she was wearing a stylish colour of eyeliner which matched her long dress.

Upon seeing her Shadow finally realised just how much everyone must have grown up. Surely not everyone had changed so much! Though his fears were all but confirmed when more guests began to arrive. Even Knuckles had changed to some degree; various beads and wraps decorated his spines and looked as though they had been a staple of his appearance for a while.

Shadow tried his best to greet everyone alongside Rouge, though other than that, he remained reserved and away from the loud music and blinking lights that were assaulting his senses.

Then eventually Tangle and Whisper arrived, hands entwined. Rouge made some playful comment that Shadow didn’t hear and Tangle replied to it.

“Man, I forgot how long you guys have been gone for… yeah, Whisper and I have been together for a while now,” Tangle explained bashfully, glancing over to her girlfriend for a moment.

“I’m so happy for both of you!” Rouge moved to embrace the two excitedly. “I was wondering when you two would finally get together,” she added playfully, though Shadow had stopped listening after that. He had begun to feel quite ill.

I wonder if Sonic will be with anybody. He thought anxiously. Shadow thought for a moment.

It doesn’t matter, he snapped quickly to himself. Why would I care, anyway?

Soon fewer and fewer guests began to arrive until eventually the flow stopped completely. Shadow now stood at the edge of the main room beside Rouge, red cup in hand as he stared at the front door. Rouge was catching up with Amy and Blaze. He hadn’t the brightest idea what they were talking about, too entrenched in his own thoughts.

“Shadow?” He heard Rouge’s voice. She snapped her fingers in front of his face and he turned to look at her.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I was worried the door was about to burst into flames,” she muttered. “What’s wrong? Is it too loud in here? I can get Omega to turn down the music if you’d like-”

“No, it’s fine,” Shadow reassured her quietly. He honestly hadn’t been focused enough to hear the music until now.

“Then what’s wrong?” Rouge pressed.

“Are you waiting for someone?” Amy asked, turning to glance at the door as well. Shadow began to feel his face heat up and he took a sip from his drink, burying his face in the cup.

“Who’s not here yet?” Amy asked, turning back to Rouge and Blaze. “I thought everyone would have arrived by now.”

“Sonic and Tails,” Blaze pointed out, and Amy rolled her eyes. “Sonic isn’t exactly known for his punctuality.”

“You’d think he would have learned some responsibility by now,” Amy jokingly agreed.

Shadow stared into his cup still, using the strong smell of the alcohol to ground himself. His ears flicked towards the door as he heard Omega move to open it. He must have been too distracted to have heard anyone knock.

The door opened and Shadow was unable to see who it was from behind Omega, but when the robot finally moved he felt his breath hitch in his throat.

“Speak of the devil!” Rouge exclaimed, Sonic ambling through the front door behind Tails. Shadow barely processed that Tails was about as tall as Sonic now, if not taller.

“Sorry we’re late, everyone!” Sonic called out bashfully, and the entire cohort seemed to sigh and roll their eyes communally.

“It was Sonic’s fault,” Tails muttered, though that seemed to be collectively agreed upon already.

“For the fastest hedgehog in the world, he sure does love being late all the time,” Amy muttered.

“Uh… Shadow?” Rouge whispered, trying not to gain the attention of Amy or Blaze. Shadow managed to drag his concentration from Sonic to turn and look at her again.

“What?”

“Why are you doing that?” She asked. Shadow was about to ask for clarification before he followed her line of sight, realising that his tail had begun to wag involuntarily.

He quickly leaned back against the wall behind him with a loud thud, making Blaze and Amy turn to see what had happened.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He moved to take another drink from his cup.

“Rouge, Shads!” Came Sonic’s voice suddenly. Before he could even redirect his attention Shadow was engulfed in a tight embrace, the blue quills that were mere inches from his face clueing him into who was responsible. From his position in the hug Shadow could see that Sonic’s tail was wagging very quickly.

“Oh, right- sorry!” Sonic stumbled over his words for a moment as he pulled back from Shadow abruptly. “I forgot that you aren’t really a hugger,” Sonic apologised. Shadow wasn’t sure how to respond, frozen in place.

“Well I am,” Rouge said, moving to embrace Sonic once he’d distanced himself from Shadow.

“Hey, Rouge!” Sonic greeted her, returning the embrace happily. “It’s so good to see you guys again- Are you happy to be back?”

“I am- Shadow’s having a harder time adjusting, though,” she replied as they parted. Shadow’s ear flicked at her comment.

Now that Sonic was standing in front of him Shadow could take in his appearance fully. Surprisingly, Sonic looked majorly the same as he had before Team Dark left- albeit being taller now, and slightly scruffier somehow.

He was wearing a red and white letterman jacket. Shadow also noticed that Sonic had new shoes, wondering if they were what he usually wore or if they were just for the party.

“I like your jacket,” Sonic said suddenly, nodding towards Shadow. Shadow felt himself startle at his words.

“I like yours too,” he replied. Shadow then became acutely aware of the fact that he had begun to crease the plastic cup he was now holding far too tightly.

“Hon, why don’t you go show Sonic where the drinks are?” Rouge suggested, pushing him off the wall and almost directly into Sonic. Shadow caught himself quickly before glaring back at her.

“Looks like you need a new cup, anyway,” she pointed out. He tried to ignore the knowing smirk on her lips.

“Fine. Sounds like a great idea.” It took all of Shadow’s willpower not to crush the cup entirely at that moment. He turned back to Sonic.

“Follow me,” he muttered quietly before sauntering off.

Shadow could feel Sonic’s eyes on him as they walked and decided to pull his jacket down over his tail before it began to wag mindlessly again.

Chaos, this can’t be happening. He was thankful for the current darkness of the house and tried desperately to focus on the lyrics of whatever generic pop song was playing.

A moment later they arrived at the kitchen and a large ice-filled cooler was now visible on the floor.

“There’s more in the fridge,” Shadow said, standing so his tail was once again squashed against the wall.

“Wow, and you guys are just letting people have whatever they want?” Sonic asked in disbelief, opening the fridge and staring in awe at the sheer amount of alcohol.

“G.U.N gifted us a large amount of money for our services,” Shadow explained.

“What, did you guys retire for good, or something?”

“No, just taking a step back from it all.” Shadow turned to toss his crinkled cup into the trash. “They wanted to organise a ‘thank you’ gift for us. Some of it was alcohol but it was mostly money. Rouge wanted to buy some extra refreshments for tonight and Omega over-spent on everything, so now we’re stuck with it.”

“Omega bought all of this?” Sonic laughed, grabbing from a shelf before finally closing the fridge.

“Yes,” Shadow held back a laugh of his own. “Though unfortunately, Rouge is particularly partial to wine, alcohol has little to no effect on me, and Omega cannot ingest it at all. So we’re letting people take what they like.”

“I’m certainly not complaining,” Sonic said as he twisted off the bottle’s cap. “I was in such a rush to get here that I forgot to organise my own drinks.”

“Why were you late, anyway?” Shadow asked. Not that he was upset about it- only curious.

“Er…” Sonic took a quick sip of his drink. “Do you still have Dark Rider?”

Shadow blinked at him. “My motorcycle? Of course, I do.” He wondered what the question had to do with Sonic’s punctuality.

Sonic reached into his quills and his hand returned a moment later holding a small parcel, handing it to Shadow.

“Sorry it’s kinda messy,” he apologised, taking another anxious sip from his drink.

Shadow took the box gingerly and looked it over. It was wrapped in crumpled red wrapping paper and taped crudely along the edges, as well as in places where the paper appeared to have torn. It was accentuated with a black ribbon that was poorly tied around the entire box and finished into a bow on top, the ribbon barely long enough to hold itself in place.

“Oh.” Shadow looked between the gift and Sonic for a moment.

“You can open it now if you want, you just can’t tell Rouge or Omega about it, yeah? I haven’t exactly got anything organised for them yet…” Sonic rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Shadow untied the bow and began to tear the wrapping paper away to reveal a plain cardboard box. He lifted the top and stared down at a pair of black motorcycle gloves.

“I hope you like them! I wasn’t even sure if you still used your motorcycle- or if you already had a pair of gloves-  or if you’d even use them-” Sonic had begun to ramble, looking anywhere but Shadow and waving his hands around as he explained himself.

“Th-Thanks,” Shadow said suddenly, and Sonic stopped speaking to look at him. “They’re… perfect. Thank you, I really like them.” He felt his face get hot again as he stumbled over his words.

Sonic looked elated by this response and Shadow could see his tail wagging again. Sonic must have noticed him staring before he realised what was happening, moving to grab his tail quickly.

“S-Sorry! This thing’s got a mind of its own, I swear,” his face reddened.

Shadow could feel his own tail begin to move as well, moving to grab it too. “I’ll be right back. J-Just need to… put this away quickly.” He cursed himself for stumbling again and sped off before Sonic could respond.

Shadow dashed to the stairs and quickly climbed them, turning into his room and all but slamming the door behind him. He stood pressed back against it for a moment, trying to calm himself down.

All this time he had thought his anxiety stemmed from the idea of the party itself, maybe even the sheer amount of old faces he felt terrible for feeling distanced from- but everything only felt so much worse when Sonic had finally arrived.

Worse? Is that what he was feeling? Surely not, if his tail insisted on having a mind of its own. Shadow felt anxious and like his heart was racing a million miles an hour. But every time Sonic did something- anything, really- he was overcome with such immense joy and his face would feel like it was on fire, his thoughts becoming foggy.

This was very unusual behaviour for Shadow, and he feared that he might have been coming down with something, stomach twisting with nausea suddenly.

He moved to sit on the edge of his bed, staring down for a long moment at the gift Sonic had gotten him. It was extraordinarily thoughtful, especially for someone Shadow considered to be quite air-headed at the best of times.

There was a light knock on the door and Shadow looked up at it. When the door didn’t immediately open he deduced that it mustn’t have been Rouge coming to collect him- who else could it have been, then?

Whoever it was knocked again and Shadow was brought back to the present, moving to place the gift box down delicately on his bedside table before standing to answer the door.

“Hello-?” He started as he opened it, stopping short when he was met face-to-face with Sonic again. Shadow could feel his quills standing on end.

“Hey, Shads… Um, Rouge said your room was up here, and that I should come and check up on you. She said she didn’t think you’d be returning to the party any time soon.” Sonic looked nervous, face still flushed. “But if you want me to go, I can-”

“No!” Shadow said far too quickly. He cleared his throat in an attempt to recompose himself, opening the door wider. “No, it’s fine. You can come in if you’d like.”

He moved to the side and Sonic walked into the room, Shadow closing the door behind him.

“I brought you a drink,” Sonic offered, holding out an alcoholic beverage.

“Oh. Thank you.” Shadow took it before moving to sit on the edge of his bed again. Sonic glanced briefly around the room before deciding to sit beside him.

“I was a little surprised when we received the party invite from Rouge,” Sonic began.

“Oh?” Shadow took a small sip of his drink.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would want to throw a party in the first place.”

“I… didn’t.” Shadow corrected him. “It was Rouge’s idea. She tried to keep the party a secret from me so I wouldn’t ‘freak out’,” he added.

Sonic laughed, the sound making Shadow’s stomach do somersaults. “Well, I guess some things never change.”

“I see Tails is starting to grow up, though,” Shadow said, trying to keep the conversation going. Sonic sighed.

“Yeah, he’s as tall as I am now. And he’s only- what, 14?”

“Time flies, as they say.”

“Sure does,” Sonic agreed lightheartedly. A moment of silence passed.

“So…” Shadow began slowly. “Are you… seeing anyone at the moment?” He covered his question with another, very long, sip from his drink.

“Are you?” Sonic replied, a wide smile on his face. Shadow looked away from him abashedly.

“Sorry. You don’t have to answer that question, it’s none of my business.”

“Nah, I’m not with anybody,” Sonic replied after a moment, leaning back on one of his arms as he looked around the minimally decorated room. “I just… haven’t got enough time, I guess. I move too fast for most people.”

“I don’t think so.” 

Sonic turned to meet his eyes and Shadow began to fiddle with the zipper on his jacket. He turned away suddenly. “And to answer your question, no; I am not seeing anyone, either.”

Sonic looked like he was about to say more when something caught his eye. “Hey, is that what I think it is?” He asked, leaning across Shadow to retrieve the item from the bedside table. “Wow, I can’t believe you kept this!” He exclaimed excitedly.

“Of course I did,” Shadow replied almost timidly, turning his head to the side in a shy manner. He glanced back at what Sonic was holding; a black coffee mug with some corny pun on it pertaining to the owner.

“Why isn’t it in the kitchen?” Sonic asked, looking it over in his hands.

Shadow shrugged. “I packed it separately from the rest of our things. Omega is prone to mishandling delicate items.”

“Aw, you care about it that much?” Sonic teased. “I mean, you’ve kept it all this time.”

“It… helped remind me of home. I didn’t let it leave me for the whole first week after we moved,” Shadow admitted embarrassedly. 

“I told Tails you’d like it!” Sonic smiled brightly. “He kept insisting I could have picked a better going away present.” 

“No, it was perfect.” Shadow reassured him.  Just like always. Everything you do seems so perfect. He had to stop himself from speaking the rest aloud.

Sonic gave the mug back to him and Shadow’s hand lingered for a moment before he finally took it. He placed it back on the bedside table.

He turned back to see that Sonic was staring at him. “What is it?” He asked.

Sonic startled and his ears flicked back in embarrassment. “Sorry, I just…” He looked away for a moment. “I’d almost forgotten how handsome you are, after all these years.”

Shadow’s heart lurched and he began desperately wondering if he’d heard him correctly. He froze up completely and Sonic must have taken this for discomfort.

“Sorry! Sorry,” Sonic began frantically. “I know you’ve only just got back and are still trying to adjust to things, I shouldn’t have just said something like that out of the blue,”

“I…”

“I just haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day you left, and- and then I showed up late to the party anyway which I’m sure made a great first impression- but it isn’t technically a first impression if we know each other, so it was a second impression, I guess-?”

“Sonic…” Shadow could feel himself beginning to blush again, noticing Sonic was also becoming increasingly flushed.

“-And I wish that I’d done more before you left, then maybe then you wouldn’t have gone- or we could have at least kept in contact or something, and maybe it would have been better to tell you how I really felt before all of this- oh, I feel like I’m just making everything worse, and- and-”

“Sonic,” Shadow interrupted him more sternly this time, grabbing his hand.

Sonic fell silent and immediately turned to their entwined hands, face still a bright red. Shadow could hear Sonic’s tail wagging against the bedsheets.

“It’s okay,” Shadow began quietly. “I…” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I… like you too.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, both hedgehogs stunned and not quite sure what to do.

“You… you do?” Sonic finally broke the silence.

“Yes, of course I do,” Shadow laughed quietly. “How could I not be so hopelessly in love with somebody like you?”

Shadow could hear the sound of Sonic’s tail managing to wag impossibly faster, laughing again. Sonic was snapped from his daze at the sound and moved to grab his tail.

“Ah, I really wish I could control this thing sometimes…” He muttered through gritted teeth.

“I think it’s endearing,” Shadow commented, watching as Sonic tried feebly to immobilise his tail.

“Sonic?” He started after another moment. Sonic immediately abandoned his task and looked up to Shadow almost expectantly.

“Yes?” He replied quietly.

“Can I kiss you?” 

There was no immediate response as Sonic stared back at Shadow with wide eyes and a startled expression.

“Sonic?” Shadow prompted him, worried that he was moving too quickly.

“Yes- yes, of course you can,” Sonic finally spluttered out somewhat breathlessly.

Shadow suppressed another chuckle, instead leaning forward and meeting Sonic halfway with a delicate kiss.

When they parted Sonic appeared even more dazed than he had before and Shadow felt himself swell with adoration. He brushed his thumb over Sonic’s hand which seemed to bring him back to reality.

“Miguel, I’m busy,” you tutted, working away at your computer desk. Miguel had arrived home from work just under an hour ago.

“Pero tengo tanta hambre de ti, mi amor......” He stood behind you, arms wrapped around your shoulders while he traced patterns onto your collarbone.  (But I feel so hungry for you, my love...)

“I know, but I really need to get this done,” you sighed, moving his arms off of you. “Maybe later?”

Silence followed before suddenly you felt kisses on your neck, making your heart flutter for a moment. You knew exactly what he was trying to do.

“Miguel,” you scolded rather halfheartedly, the words coming out barely above a whisper while you were trying to convince yourself that this report took priority.

His hands began to skim your body and you felt the graze of his fangs against the nape of your neck, feeling your breath hitch in your throat. He began to trace circles with his thumb on your inner thigh with one hand while the other drifted up your shirt, slowly, at an agonisingly deliberate pace for the situation. 

Miguel began to lick and suck softly at you neck and you involuntarily cocked your head to allow him more access. You felt his lips curl into a smile against your skin.

“Can’t you just leave your work for five minutes? Ten, max?” He muttered into your ear, the sensation of his breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

“I-I really shouldn’t...” You reasoned, though it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than Miguel. He sighed against your neck and removed his hands from your body.

Before you could say anything else your desk chair was spun around suddenly, Miguel planting his hands firmly on either armrest as he caged you in. 

“Then you don’t have to leave,” he said sweetly.

He leaned down to kiss your lips and you met him in the middle, feeling his teeth brush your lips as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him even closer to you. Then Miguel’s hands began to trail your body again, one ending up in your hair and the other massaging a tit through your clothes.

You unintentionally moaned at the action and could feel Miguel smiling into your lips before breaking away suddenly. You lurched forward at the absence of his sensual kissing and groping and opened your eyes in time to watch him move to a kneel in front of you.

He gently pried apart your knees and stared up at you through your legs, moving to place a kiss on your inner thigh before resting his head against it.

You could feel it, your pussy throbbing and aching at the sight of him below you- you wanted him so bad, hanging on the edge of his every movement with impatience and lust. He began to rub your other thigh.

“I want to pleasure you so bad, mami...” he closed his eyes. “Make you feel so good... cogerte hasta que te derrumbes...” (fuck you until you collapse)

Miguel opened his eyes again and you glimpsed his gorgeous brown irises through his eyelashes. “Show you how much I love you, mi cielo...”

Your throat had gone dry and you couldn’t find you words, dizzy from arousal and feeling how wet you were, afraid you had soaked through your pants already.

The hand Miguel had previously been using to rub your thigh slowly made its way upwards, caressing your curves until he hooked a finger under the waistband of your pants.

“Will you let me pleasure you, mami? Just like you deserve, mi niña buena?” (my good girl)

“Yes,” you breathed out, pressing your mouth shut tightly to stop your lip from quivering with anticipation. Immediately Miguel made quick work of removing your pants and discarding them, exposing your soaked underwear. 

He chuckled, a deep sound that turned you on even more. “All dolled up for me already, cariño?” He teased.

You moved to close your legs out of embarrassment but Miguel reinstated his grip on your thighs; harsher this time, holding you in place so he could go to town. “What’s wrong, mami?” He asked, leaning closer to your pussy. “Having second thoughts?”

You suddenly felt his tongue on your clothed cunt, licking a long, slow arc from your vagina to your clit. You inhaled sharply and moaned, throwing your head back- you needed more. 

“N-No,” you gasped out.

“No, what?” Miguel said slowly, sternly. His tongue began to paw at your throbbing clit.

“No, papi,” you moaned. It took everything in you to not just slam his head into your vulva.

“That’s more like it,” he growled, flashing his fangs at you as he moved to remove your underwear. The moment the cool air of the room hit your unclothed cunt you shivered, but the cold was quickly replaced when Miguel moved forward again to lick lines across you pussy.

He continued back and forth, once again at an agonisingly slow pace. Your hips bucked suddenly at the need for more stimulation and you felt the vibrations of Miguel growling into your cunt.

“Miggy, please- m-more,” you pleaded, crawling a hand up your shirt so you could grab your tits.

He began to use his tongue to circle your clit, at a much steadier pace this time, and reached one of his hands up to grab your hip. You began to feel a fire light deep in your belly, in your core- you were so close already.

“I-I’m almost...” you stuttered out, too engulfed in the feeling to finish your sentence as you began to feebly grind into his tongue.

Miguel began to work faster, now at a furious pace that only stoked the deep fire within you further. Right before it released all at once you grabbed Miguel’s hair in your free hand and pushed his face further into you cunt as it began to quiver with ecstasy. 

You let out a sound mixed between a scream and a moan while you rode the high, Miguel still working away at your clit until you became so sensitive it hurt.

“M-Miguel!” you cried out, having to pull his head away when he didn’t stop. 

And there he knelt below you, hair an impossible mess that was tangled in your fingers and the lower half of his face drenched in your climax. 

“Sorry,” you blurted out, releasing his hair from your grasp and moving to close your legs again when, like before, Miguel stopped you. You stared down at him with round eyes, unable to shake your newfound arousal from his dishevelled appearance.

It was impossibly quiet as you watched him use his thumb to wipe up some of your slick from along the line of his jaw, licking it clean.

“What are you apologising for, niña buena?” Miguel’s tone was seductive and playful. “I’d drink you up all night if I could, tan deliciosa, mi ciero.” (Good girl, so delicious).

You felt your face go hot and you moved a hand to hide your eyes from him and Miguel laughed. A moment later you felt his gentle hand grab your wrist and move your arm so that he could see you again. You noticed that he had cleaned off the rest of his face- presumably with his shirt.

“Don’t go all shy on me, mami,” he teased, leaning in to kiss you deeply again. When you began to kiss him back you felt Miguel nip your bottom lip with his fangs, and you let out a squeak. He began to move along your jaw, down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and hickies until he reached your collarbone.

You felt the pin-prick of his fangs in your skin and withheld a moan as he began to lick over the small cuts. It was then you noticed one of his hands exploring the inside of your thighs again, caressing you so delicately before suddenly his thumb was on your clit.

You gasped and Miguel’s other hand found its way up your shirt once more, brushing lightly over your nipple as he continued biting and sucking along your neck.

The hand massaging your clit was moving in circular motions, toying with you as you began to throb and ache madly again. Then it stopped all of a sudden, and you were about to protest before you suddenly felt two fingers prodding at the entrance to your vagina.

You moaned into Miguel’s hair, burying your fingers in his brown locks. He took this as an invitation and gently penetrated you until he was knuckle deep in your pussy. His fingers curled, massaging your g-spot and driving you crazy. 

He began to pump his fingers in and out, making sure to hit your most sensitive spot every time as you continued to moan into him.

“You’re so tasty, cariño. Can’t get enough of you,” Miguel’s breath was hot and you could only bring yourself to respond with a whimper as he began to roll a nipple between his fingers. 

“You sound so hot, estás excitando a papi aún más, princesa.” He groaned into your neck. (You’re turning daddy on even more, princess)

At his words you began to feel your insides coiling up again, your pussy tightening around Miguel’s fingers as you neared another high.

“M-Miggy...” You moaned out through your panting, and he knew you were close. He bit into your skin again with his fangs, slightly harsher this time.

“C’mon, baby,” he whispered, lapping up the blood he had shed.

Your breathing quickened even more and you arched your whole body into Miguel, closing your eyes while your legs twitched with anticipation before all at once the stimulation ceased. 

You could no longer feel Miguel looming over you, his fingers withdrawn from your cunt and his other hand removed from under your shirt. You whimpered unintentionally and your hips grinded into nothing, your whole body aching at his absence and painfully winding down from your missed climax.

You opened your eyes and saw Miguel standing in front of you, staring up at him with a furrowed brow and confusion in your eyes.

“Well, I suppose you’d better get back to your work,” he said much too nonchalantly. Your stomach flipped and you could barely think clearly through the haze in your brain. He couldn’t be serious.

He licked his fingers clean of your fluids, savouring every moment, and shrugged his broad shoulders. “Maybe later?” He teased.

“Miguel!” You cried out indignantly as he walked away from you, the sly smirk on his face making you want to punch him.

>> Miguel loooooves using his fangs on you. Nothing too brutal usually; he loves biting your neck, biting your shoulders, biting the insides of your thighs, biting your lips- whatever he can quite literally sink his teeth into.

>> He is very needy when he wants to be and gets touch starved very quickly, especially in his line of work; where Miguel might be away for days (or even weeks) at a time.

>> Although, somehow, he’s still very reserved when you’re in public. Nothing more than brushing your hand with his and giving you dreamy glances.

>> But once the two of you are away from prying eyes he isn’t afraid to kiss your neck or caress your thighs in a casual sense.

>> Miguel is positively crazy about you, and as such wants to make you feel so undeniably good that he will do damn near anything and everything to achieve that and get you to orgasm as many times as possible during sex.

>> For the same reason he loves giving you oral, and would do it for hours if the universe allowed him to. While he’s not stressed about receiving it in return, preferring to pleasure you, he won’t object if you offer it every once and a while. But in the end he’s quite happy to eat you out to your heart’s content.

>> Miguel alwaysss talks you through sex, and though he’ll degrade you if you ask he’s all the more about praising you for everything you do.

>> Especially in Spanish; “Eres mi niña buena, ¿no?” (You’re my good girl, aren’t you?), “Usted está haciendo tan bien, mami,” (You’re doing so well, mami,), etc.

>> Speaking of which, he has an endless supply of Spanish pet names for you. Cariño, mami, hermosa, mi cielo, mi amor, princesa and chiquita to name a few.

>> Definitely has a size kink. Just look at this fucking unit of a guy!!!!!! He loves how small you are when he looms over you in bed, how he can easily caress any part of your body with his calloused hands, how dainty (in his mind) you are compared to him. It makes him feel protective of you, too; like he’s the only person in the entire multiverse capable enough to keep you safe and happy.

>> If you asked him to pick his favourite body part of yours he wouldn’t be able to give a straight answer, he worships your entire body. Your supple breasts, your soft thighs, your sleek shoulders and tender neck, your hands which fit so perfectly entwined in his, and that preciosa (gorgeous) face of yours which he loves to kiss and admire; especially when you’re all hot steamy from sex.

>> He loves an s/o with a bit of chub, too. So much more of your delicious body for him to trail kisses across, run his hands over, to hold when he’s fucking you senseless.

>> Although Miguel loves pleasuring you he doesn’t shy away from teasing and edging, and a lot of the time he insists that you beg for your climax. He can’t help it; he just loves how you look on your knees, pleading for him to finish you off. It drives him mad with lust and you never shy away from such requests.

>> He goes crazy for any and all noises you make during sex and it’s a huge turn on for him. It lets him know how good he’s making you feel and he relishes every moan and squeak- and that fact alone nearly sends him over the edge.

>> He is so unabashedly gentle with you though, especially given his enhanced senses and abilities. There was the odd occasion where he had lost control once or twice and unintentionally roughed you up with his claws- not that you were ever excessively injured.

>> It didn’t matter to Miguel, though, because he would apologise for days and days on end regardless and do everything he could to make up for it, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the mark every day until it was gone.

>> But he’d be lying if he said there weren’t a part of him deep down that secretly enjoyed it- seeing you marked, by him, walking around with physical proof on your body that you were his and his alone.

>> He felt the same about whenever he left hickies or bite marks behind on your skin, drinking in the feeling it gave him like it was a drug.

>> If you ever feel the desire to spice up the sex you two enjoyed, Miguel is more than happy to incorporate his webs as a form of bondage. He adored the way it tied you together below him, wrapped up like a present on Christmas day just for him.