#top!crowley

Anthony Crowley, manager of the trendy queer Nightingale Club in Soho, finds himself inexplicably aroused by the appearance of the pastel-clad angel’s arrival on the dancefloor. It doesn’t take Crowley long to woo the angel and take him upstairs to his office.

Written for the Good Omens After Dark Top!Crowley Rave Event.  @goodomensafterdark

I just needed some bright and cheerful Crowley and Aziraphale at the Pride.

And yes, right after Crowley will press Azi into a wall somewhere and do all sorts of nasty demonic miracles to his sweet gentle angel.

Alternatively...

Aziraphale took in a sharp breath and snapped his head up, accidentally hitting Crowley in the chin.

"Ow!" Crowley cried.

"You bastard!" Aziraphale croaked, not sounding like himself at all. "You did it again!"

"Did what?" The demon rubbed at his chin, completely taken aback by the angel's sudden fierceness.

Aziraphale glared down at Crowley and narrowed his eyes. "What did you just say?"

"What?"

"You said something as I fell asleep! What was it?"

Crowley could feel a blush spread on his cheeks and ears. He leaned up and caught the angels lips with his own to hide it.

Aziraphale kissed him back before abruptly tearing himself away. "Tell me," he demanded.

The demon shrugged and smirked. "I said you'll love the next position--"

"No, no, no!" Aziraphale rolled off of Crowley and put as much distance between them as possible while staying on the bed. He tried lifting himself but gave up when his jello-like arms would not cooperate. "I think that's enough now, Crowley, we've been at it for weeks." He shut his eyes and shuddered with pleasure. When he opened his eyes, he found the demon shrunk in on himself with a pained expression.

"I overdid it, didn't I? I shouldn't have - I mean - if you didn't like something I did, you can tell me. I can - I can do better. Really, I can. Just give me a chance--"

"Crowley!" Aziraphale's mouth hung open in disbelief. "If you do any better, you'll discorporate me!"

Crowley blinked, confusion written all over his face. "So, does that mean you like it? Sex, I mean. With me?"

"Good lord," Aziraphale breathed, rattled to the core from the obvious doubt in Crowley's expression. "Of course, I do! Do you really believe I would have let you do what you fancied with me if I didn't?"

Crowley cast his nervous eyes to the space between them. "Then why are you over there?"

Aziraphale shook his head and scoffed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Because I'll continue to let you do what you fancy with me otherwise, and we'll never leave this flat again." Aziraphale cocked an eyebrow. "It'd be nice if you romanced me a bit outside of these walls. Take me to dinner. I honestly can't remember the last time we've eaten, Crowley!" He sounded very dismayed at the thought.

Crowley chuckled. "Anything you want, angel." He patted the empty space next to him and pouted briefly, hoping to coax Aziraphale closer. Maybe have him forget food for just a bit longer.

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