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Chapter 5

Notes:

The votes were fairly evenly split between splitting up the chapter and keeping it as one big frankenchapter, so I decided on a compromise. The first half of the big, smutty finale today, and the second half of the big smutty chapter tomorrow morning! How’s that? 💛

Enjoy!

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Crowley accepted the glass of wine with a smile and nod of thanks, but didn’t sip yet. He waited until Aziraphale poured his own glass and set the bottle down on the coffee table.

“A toast?” he proposed.

Aziraphale smiled in response. “Of course. To whom?”

“To a story just starting,” Crowley replied,

“To a story just starting,” Aziraphale agreed and the two of them touched glasses, making a satisfying little sound that made it feel more official somehow, then both took a sip. The wine was sweet, a bit sweeter than Crowley usually liked, but he couldn’t help but think he’d very much like the sweetness when he tasted it from Aziraphale’s lips.

Soon, very soon, he’d kiss his angel, then hopefully touch him more. But it wouldn’t do to go barreling in like a bull in a china shop. He could afford to take his time. To be quite honest, he couldn’t afford not to. Going too fast may scare Aziraphale away, and that was the last thing Crowley wanted to do. Besides, sharing a bottle of wine on the couch in front of the fireplace was no hardship. Not at all. It was... nice, and Crowley hoped they’d find themselves in the same position countless times in the future, that this was only the first night of many, many more to come.

He swallowed a sip of his wine. “This is nice.”

Aziraphale nodded. “Yes it is.”

“Have you had a good time tonight? Other than the unfortunate incident in the bakery...”

“Oh yes. This has been one of the most lovely nights of my life, easily.”

Crowley raised an eyebrow, his mouth quirked. “Of your life?”

“Absolutely. Without question.”

“That’s good to hear, angel. Fucking fantastic.”

They were silent a little while, the only sound being the crackling of the fire in the fireplace and Crowley’s crowded thoughts inside his head. He wondered what he could say that wouldn’t be too forward, but in truth, nearly everything he was thinking was forward. Things like, ‘I think you’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,’ or, ‘I’ve never felt this way about anyone.’ They were the absolute truth, but maybe a bit much for a first date. Maybe. Maybe not. Crowley decided just to let the evening unfold and say what felt right in the moment. That seemed like the best course of action.

Aziraphale looked over his shoulder, towards the kitchen, and smiled.

“What is it?” Crowley asked, curious.

“I just... can’t believe you brought me flowers.”

Crowley smiled. “I’ll bring you flowers every day if you’ll let me.”

Aziraphale giggled, actually giggled, and Crowley was somehow even more charmed.

“No, you don’t have to do that. I only have one vase, for one thing.”

Crowley chuckled and took a sip of his wine. “How about once a week, then? When those die, I’ll replace them.”

“I think that would be lovely, dear.”

Perfect. Crowley made a mental note to bring Aziraphale fresh flowers every weekend, on the anniversary of this night.

“Can I ask you something?” Aziraphale asked, looking down at the wineglass he was cradling in both hands.

“You can ask me anything, angel. Anything at all.”

Aziraphale didn’t look up and there was a little pink high on his cheeks. Crowley wanted to kiss it away.

“I, um, I’m rather well read,” Aziraphale started, turning his glass around in his hands, “by virtue of my occupation. It’s kind of a requirement.”

“Yes?”

“Well, one of the things my little shop specializes in is Victorian books.”

Crowley wasn’t following. “Okay...”

“And, because of that, I’m very well-versed in quite a lot of Victorian culture. Things most people might not know.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand...”

Aziraphale’s cheeks were scarlet and his eyes were firmly on the wineglass in his hands. “Are you familiar with the language of flowers?”

Crowley felt something wash over him that he couldn’t quite describe. Perhaps shock mixed with dread and fear? He was completely caught out. But he couldn’t lie. He’d never lie to Aziraphale, so he swallowed, his eyes wide and nodded. “I am. Very familiar, in fact.”

“That was, um, that was quite the message in those flowers.”

Fuck it, Crowley decided.

“It was intentional,” he said, his heart in his throat. “Red camellias, calla lilies, dwarf sunflowers...”

“A flame in the heart, beauty, and adoration,” Aziraphale recited, his face blooming into a smile.

“Yes.”

“And white roses and red tulips.”

“I’m worthy of you and passion, respectively,” Crowley finished. “Is - is that alright?”

“Oh, my dear, it’s so much more than alright. I just wanted to be sure that they meant what I thought they did. Well, what I hoped they did.”

Crowley set his wine glass down on the coffee table and scooted a little closer to Aziraphale, his eyes never leaving the angel’s face. “It was the only way I could think of at the time to tell you how I felt. How I feel.”

“And, um, how do you feel?”

He’d already declared himself through flowers. Why not just confess out loud? In for a penny and all that.

Crowley inched closer, his arm going to rest on the back of the couch, his body turned towards Aziraphale. Still not satisfied with the distance between them, he scooted a little closer and dove headfirst. “I think you’re absolutely the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen in my long life and I adore you.”

Aziraphale looked terribly pleased, but that didn’t stop him from protesting. “You hardly know me.”

“I know you well enough to be utterly enchanted by you, and I can’t imagine anything I could learn about you that would ever change that adoration.”

“I snore,” Aziraphale said.

Crowley reached out with gentle fingers and caressed Aziraphale’s cheekbones. “So do I.”

“I’ve been accused of being a snob.”

He let his fingers trace the shell of Aziraphale’s ear, following the motions with his eyes. “I appreciate the finer things, too.”

Aziraphale swallowed hard. “I - I’m boring.”

“We’ve already covered this,” Crowley replied, fingers now skimming along Aziraphale’s collar, enjoying the goose flesh that exploded on his skin. “I don’t think you’re boring at all.”

“Crowley,” he whined, and Crowley smiled. Enough teasing.

“I want to kiss you,” Crowley confessed in a murmur. “I want to kiss you and kiss you, over and over, until we’re both mindless. Will you let me?”

Aziraphale nodded, his eyes wide, and Crowley sat back from him far enough to take the glass of wine from him and set it on the table. While he was sitting up, he removed his glasses and laid them down as well, then he turned back to Aziraphale.

Crowley raised his left hand to cup Aziraphale’s cheek, stroking his thumb along the skin. “Don’t be afraid,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not afraid,” Aziraphale replied and his voice was trembling. “Kiss me.”

Crowley did. He closed the distance and pressed his mouth to Aziraphale’s lips gently, softly, his whole body reacting pleasantly. His skin tingled, his heart pounded, and he knew without any doubt that it was possible to fall in love with someone this soon. He knew, because goddammit, he was in love.

Doing his best to rein himself in so he wouldn’t outright attack Aziraphale, he slowly amped up the kiss, little by little. First he parted his lips and nibbled the angel’s lower lip, then he let his tongue soothe where his teeth had just been, enjoying the little sound Aziraphale made when he did. He was thrilled when he felt Aziraphale’s tongue caressing his, and was helpless but to deepen the kiss, exploring Aziraphale’s mouth, tasting the lingering flavor of sweet wine. His hands were restless, one of them threading through Aziraphale’s cottony curls and the other dropping down to lay on Aziraphale’s thigh. He didn’t move it from the place it had landed, not yet, but he couldn’t help but flex and release his fingers in the flesh there. God, he wanted to touch those thighs with no fabric blocking his way, to lick, kiss, and bite them, to worship them the way they deserved to be worshipped. Truth be told, he wanted to worship every part of Aziraphale’s body, to memorize every inch of him, to learn where he was soft and where he was hard, to make him feel as beautiful and loved as he deserved to feel. And Crowley wanted to make him feel that way forever.

But for now, for this moment, he just wanted more.

Aziraphale clutched the front of Crowley’s jacket with both hands, whimpering into the kiss, and Crowley kissed him a little harder, a little more desperately. How was it possible to want another human this much and not combust?

Crowley needed to touch Aziraphale, to feel his skin, and his hand was squeezing Aziraphale’s thigh helplessly, trying to control the urge. He was overwhelmingly grateful when Aziraphale started pushing on his jacket, trying to get it off. He removed his hands from Aziraphale’s body to help shrug off the offending garment, breaking the kiss and sitting back a bit. His breaths were coming hard and fast, but he barely noticed. He only had eyes for Aziraphale, who was looking rumpled and gorgeous. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his hair was mussed and wild, his lips were pink, swollen and spit-shiny, and Crowley loved him completely.

He finally succeeded in shucking off the jacket and dove back for Aziraphale, slotting their mouths together eagerly, one hand holding his head still for kissing, the other going to work on his buttons. Aziraphale was kissing him back as wildly as Crowley was kissing him, giving as good as he got, and Crowley felt his control slip. He needed more. Now.

Frustrated with the slow progress, he released Aziraphale’s head and put both hands to work on the rows and rows of buttons keeping him from seeing his angel’s skin. Needing air, he broke the kiss and immediately set his mouth on Aziraphale’s neck, kissing and tasting, moaning from pleasure.

“Is this alright?” he panted, hoping to God that Aziraphale would say yes.

“Yes, my darling, anything you want.”

“I want you,” Crowley insisted against his Adam’s apple. “I just want you.”

“And I - oh - I want you, Crowley. So badly.”

Crowley finally finished unbuttoning the shirt and waistcoat and pushed them to the side, baring Aziraphale’s strong chest. There was a lovely pelt of blonde hair covering him, thinning out into a line that trailed down over his slightly rounded belly and into his trousers. Crowley wanted to trace that line with his tongue.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said in awe, then lay his hands on Aziraphale’s torso, his fingers splayed, wanting to touch as much as he could. Aziraphale’s heart was fluttering under his fingers, and Crowley was thrilled to know that he’d affected him in such a way. He couldn’t stand it, he leaned forward to start pressing kisses to that chest, squeezing his fingers into the soft flesh of Aziraphale’s sides, seeking out his nipple and ringing it with his tongue. It stiffened under the attention and he suckled it, basking in the little “oh” Aziraphale gave when he did.

He forced himself to stop caressing Aziraphale’s body and put his hands to work on Aziraphale’s trousers, unbuckling the belt then starting on the button. “I want to taste you,” he said between suckling kisses to Aziraphale’s chest and the soft swell of his belly. “Can I? Please?”

“Oh, Crowley...”

“Please let me, angel,” Crowley begged, actually begged. “Please let me make you feel good.”

“I’m worried you’ll think I’m fast.”

Crowley kissed his silly mouth. “There is nothing we could do or not do that would change the way I feel about you. I’ll stop if you want me to. But please - please, let me suck you off.”

Aziraphale nodded. “Alright. But what about you?”

“Later,” Crowley promised, his hands frantic on Aziraphale’s trousers now. “We’ll worry about me later.” He pressed one more urgent kiss to Aziraphale’s mouth, then shifted his body off the couch so he was kneeling on the ground. He situated himself so he was between Aziraphale’s legs while tugging his trousers and pants down, freeing his cock. As soon as Aziraphale’s gorgeous, thick cock was revealed, Crowley felt himself start salivating, dying to taste it. He didn’t take his eyes off the flushed purple head as he pulled Aziraphale’s trousers and pants down to his calves, exposing him.

As much as his body was begging for him to take that cock into his mouth and suck it until Aziraphale was screaming, he forced himself to slow down a little. He put his hands on those thighs, thick and meaty, and looked up at Aziraphale with happy eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you.”

Aziraphale nodded. “I’ve wanted you to.”

Crowley wrapped one hand around Aziraphale’s cock, pumping it slowly, loving the way Aziraphale hissed a breath when he did.

“Do something for me, angel?”

“Anything. I’ll do anything.”

“Talk to me while I suck you off. Tell me what you like and don’t like. Help me make it so good for you.”

Aziraphale nodded, his eyes hooded with lust. “Alright.”

Crowley smiled, then bent his head and started pressing kisses to those glorious, pale thighs. Aziraphale’s muscles jumped under the attention, trembling beneath his lips, and Crowley reveled in it. He sucked a bruise onto the inside of one thigh, a mark of possession that only he and Aziraphale would know about, then made a matching one on the other thigh.

Aziraphale moaned. “Please, Crowley... please suck me.”

“Anything you want, Angel,” he promised. Then he leaned forward, licking a long stripe from the base of Aziraphale’s dick to the top, swirling his tongue around the head to taste his precome. Aziraphale moaned brokenly, leaning his head back against the cushions, and Crowley did so again.

“Crowley,” he whined. “More, please.”

Crowley was only too happy to oblige. He opened his mouth and engulfed Aziraphale’s thick cock, humming contentedly. Aziraphale’s cock was so thick, so big... and Crowley’s mouth had to stretch a little to accommodate it - just like he liked. Fuck, it was just one more way Aziraphale was perfect. He brought one hand to Aziraphale’s hip and wrapped the other around the base of his cock and started sucking.

“Look at you,” Aziraphale said, and Crowley opened his eyes to see Aziraphale looking down at him. “Just look at you, your mouth wrapped around my cock. Do you like that? Do you like sucking me with your pretty mouth?”

Crowley made an affirmative noise and started bobbing on his length, sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks with every upstroke. Aziraphale hissed and swore and Crowley wanted to hear more of that. He wanted to hear all of Aziraphale’s sounds.

“You’re so lovely down there with your mouth full of my cock. Simply the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I could look at you like this every day and not get tired of it.”

God, Crowley devoutly hoped to get the chance to suck Aziraphale every day. He wanted nothing more out of life at that moment.

He reached for Aziraphale’s hand, clenched beside him on the sofa, and brought it up to his head, putting it where he wanted it. Aziraphale followed the unspoken instruction and threaded his fingers through his hair, and Crowley was delighted when he felt the other of Aziraphale’s hands do the same.

“Oh, Crowley,” Aziraphale breathed. “Yes. More.”

If he wanted more, Crowley would give him more. He did his best to relax his throat and took Aziraphale as far as his body would allow, until he was gagging around the head.

“Fuck!” Aziraphale swore, his hands tightening in Crowley’s hair. The slight edge of pain was just enough to spur him on, and he bobbed on Aziraphale’s cock at this depth, fucking his throat with it.

“Fuck!” Aziraphale shouted again, his voice hoarse. “Yes... fuck!”

Crowley used his hands on Aziraphale’s hips to gently but insistently encourage him to thrust upwards inside his mouth.

“Ooh, you naughty thing. You want me to fuck your mouth?”

Crowley nodded as best he could while sucking the thick cock in his mouth and was delighted when Aziraphale started thrusting - very slowly at first, but still perfect.

“God, your mouth feels so good around my prick. I’m getting close, my darling. Do you want me to come for you? Do you want me to fuck your pretty mouth until I release?”

Crowley moaned, desperate for the taste of his spent seed. He palmed his own raging erection, needy for just a little friction, and concentrated on giving Aziraphale the best orgasm he’d ever had.

Aziraphale’s thrusts were getting faster, more jerky, and his words had dissolved into broken phrases and guttural sounds. Crowley sucked harder and enjoyed the sharp pull of his hair.

“Here I come, I’m going to come, oh God. Fuck!!”

Crowley pulled off just enough that the head of Aziraphale’s cock was in his mouth and he could catch his come on his tongue. Aziraphale shouted and babbled and came like a fountain, filling Crowley’s mouth with his milky, salty fluid. Crowley sucked up every drop, swallowing his come, not wasting a drop. He did his best to prolong Aziraphale’s orgasm, not wanting Aziraphale’s bliss to end, but eventually, the angel’s hands relaxed somewhat in his hair. Crowley diligently licked his cock clean, delighting in every aftershock his tongue produced. When he was done, he looked up at Aziraphale. The blond man collapsed back against the couch, his head back and eyes closed, his chest heaving with his breaths. Crowley thought he was absolutely the most beautiful, erotic thing he’d ever seen, and pressed an impulsive kiss to the thigh beside his head.

Aziraphale raised his head, lips parted to facilitate his breaths and his eyes heavy lidded, and gave Crowley a tired smile. Crowley smiled back and leaned into the touch when Aziraphale ran his fingers through Crowley’s hair.

“Gorgeous creature,” he said, almost to himself. “How did I get so lucky?”

Crowley ducked his head and kissed the inside of Aziraphale’s wrist. “I think I’m the lucky one, angel.”

“Come up here. I’m dying to kiss you.”

Crowley was hardly going to refuse that request, so he clambered off the floor and had his lips pressed to Aziraphale’s awaiting lips before he even took his seat next to the angel.

This kiss started slow, languid, but Aziraphale very quickly ramped up the intensity and brought his hand down to cover Crowley’s hard cock. The touch was electric and Crowley moaned a little into the kiss, but covered Aziraphale’s hand with his own, stopping him.

Aziraphale broke the kiss, his brows and eyes confused. “My dear, what’s wrong?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“But you just gave me an orgasm - an Earth-shattering one, I might add...”

Crowley smirked, proud of himself. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“...and you deserve for me to make you fall apart the same way.”

“No, you don’t owe me an orgasm just because I gave you one, Aziraphale. No one is keeping score. This isn’t tit for tat.”

“But Crowley...”

Crowley kissed his lips quickly. “If you want to pay me back or whatever, you can let me hold you for a while. I’m dying to just hold you. Please, angel.”

Aziraphale’s face was screwed up in thought, then he gave a small smile. “Alright, I’ll make you a deal. A compromise, if you will.”

“Go on.”

“You and I retire to my bedroom and curl up in bed together. We hold each other.”

Crowley beamed. “For how long?”

Aziraphale grinned back wickedly. “Until the songbirds outside my window wake us.”

He chuckled. “So you want me to spend the night.”

“Very much, yes. I have a spare toothbrush.”

Crowley kissed him softly. “You don’t have to convince me to stay. I want to stay. I’m only wondering where the ‘compromise’ bit comes in.”

Aziraphale’s eyes twinkled. “I don’t have pajamas for you to borrow, so you’ll have to sleep in your pants.”

He smirked. “Oh, what a tragedy.”

“Quite.”

“Well, if you’re sure, I’ll be accepting your compromise and following you to bed. Lead the way.”