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go_exchangeTITLE: Your enjoyment for mine
SUMMARY: Aziraphale noticed a similarity between himself and Muriel that made him insecure. Crowley didn’t think it was anything to be embarrassed about.
RATING: E
Crowley came looking for Aziraphale in the library. In retrospect, Aziraphale had to acknowledge he was pouting aimlessly out the window.
“What’s the matter? Don’t tell me our dear Book Girl has been arguing about public education again?”
Aziraphale had started going to lunch with the humans, at least the ones from England, on a semi-regular basis. Muriel had been staying the weekend, so he’d brought them along as well. Crowley had preferred to sleep in this time; he’d grumbled something about keeping the Bentley black and retreated under the covers, and Aziraphale had set out for the two-hour drive with Muriel.
“Oh, no, nothing like that,” Aziraphale said, breaking his focus with a wry glance. “Everyone was a delight. You know how it is; I needed a few quiet moments to collect myself before entertaining Muriel some more.”
“Understandable. But you are acting moody,” Crowley pried.
“Not moody. Thoughtful.”
“Mmhmm. About what?” Crowley crossed his arms.
“Muriel finally did try food,” Aziraphale admitted, turning away from the window. “I told them it was fine to just look at everyone else’s meals; no one would think anything of it. But having the humans there seemed to give them the motivation to try a scone, and–”
“Uh oh.”
“They were cautious and took a small bite at first, of course, but then, oh, they made quite a scene. They even forgot themself and started taking food off people’s plates!” Aziraphale gestured into the air, not sure what his hands were doing but hoping his motions conveyed his embarrassment.
“Ah, I can’t imagine any of that crowd getting too upset by it, right? I mean, they’re all pretty laid back.”
“Well– yes, that’s true, in fact. Most of them were just amused, although Shadwell did this odd sort of growling thing. It was more that something clicked at that moment, Crowley, and they reminded me of myself.”
“They were like you when you discovered food,” Crowley said, the corners of his mouth starting to curl upward in a very telling way.
“It isn’t just the food. Seeing another angel at it made me aware of how very overexcited I can get at times.”
“I never told you about that, did I?” Crowley leaned against the windowsill.
Aziraphale frowned. “Tell me about what?”
“Those things you do - when you just get consumed by something humans are into? That’s one of the–” He paused, swallowing and dropping his arms to his sides in a way that meant emotional honesty was afoot. “One of the things I love about you.”
“Oh.” Aziraphale peered shyly at Crowley, reached over, and gently took his hand. “For a long time, I assumed you just thought it was funny.”
“Nah. Well, yes. I suppose that is part of it. But it was more like…watching you take pleasure in the world gave me pleasure. For a short time, it was about the success of a temptation. But before long, it was more than that.”
“That’s very sweet.”
“Not especially. I just didn’t know angels had it in them, honestly, to enjoy anything. Thought you’d all decided you were too good for it when the Fall happened. But there you were, and here you are, enjoying yourself.”
“Really? It’s not…strange? When I, perhaps, emote a little too much?”
“Oh, it’s very strange.” Crowley squeezed his fingers between Aziraphale’s. “But that’s what’s so glorious. You had this amazing ability to ignore all the big, awful things going on around you and enjoy the nice, little things, like biscuits and silly songs. And as much as that annoyed me–”
“--Very nice.”
“I’m not nice, after all,” he corrected; in doing so, he pulled Aziraphale closer. “It also made the bad things bearable. Some of the little good things did that alone, but so did watching you get all excited about them.”
“Earth is so very vibrant,” Aziraphale said. “For the first few thousand years, I was always thinking about how humans seemed capable of ignoring all the lovely things around them. Sometimes I still think about it.”
“Mortals can’t be too easy to distract.” Crowley leaned in and murmured as if sharing a secret. “Otherwise, they’d all die immediately. Get beheaded looking for crêpes or something like that.”
“A privilege of being immortal, I suppose.” Aziraphale gave Crowley a wry glance.
“Indeed. Nothing like pleasure on Earth.”
Crowley let his hand drift below the waistband of Aziraphale’s trousers and brushed his fingers teasingly along his fly.
“Do you reckon we have a few minutes before Inspector Constable notices? I can show you something very good and very specific watching you enjoy yourself does for me.”
Aziraphale, still a bit new to lovemaking, already knew the very good and very specific things his reactions to pleasure could do for Crowley. He couldn’t, however, deny the appeal of getting to experience it again.
“I left them reading in the living room. I don’t think they’ll miss us for a while yet. Oh…” Aziraphale let a little groan escape at the thought of what Crowley was offering. “Although we’d best lock the door.”
Crowley stepped away briefly to lock up and was tugged back into a kiss the moment the latch clicked. He reached down to caress the outside of Aziraphale’s pants in a way that he had to know was maximally frustrating. Aziraphale whimpered and pushed his hips forward as his cock swelled toward Crowley’s touch.
“See, look,” Crowley breathed. “Already getting carried away.”
“You’re teasing me,” Aziraphale said, plaintive but with the hint of a smile on his lips.
“You like it.” Crowley grinned.
Aziraphale kissed him again, impatiently licking his way into Crowley’s mouth. He had discovered, during their first few intimate moments, that this kind of kissing, in particular, set his loins aflame. Crowley slipped his hand past the waistband of Aziraphale’s trousers, into his pants, and around his cock.
“What’re you in the mood for?” Aziraphale whispered through a kiss. They had only tried a few acts so far: oral sex, frottage, and some early experiments with anal sex.
“I want to taste you,” Crowley whispered back, nudging Aziraphale toward the cosy armchair where he usually spent at least half the day reading. Aziraphale allowed himself to be pushed and batted his lashes as Crowley opened his zipper.
Crowley licked the cleft of Aziraphale’s dick slowly, working just the tip between his lips. He lingered on every inch as he gradually deep-throated Aziraphale.
“You already know exactly what I like,” Aziraphale murmured affectionately.
There was a pleasant vibration as Crowley’s voice rumbled around him, and he swirled his incredible tongue deftly around Aziraphale’s cock as he drew it in and out of the wet heat of his mouth.
Aziraphale bit his lip. Crowley’s movements were perfect, but there was a restlessness in his hips. He gently placed a hand in Crowley’s hair and allowed his hips to shift up and down, just a little, just to participate. He let his head fall back and closed his eyes in bliss.
Aziraphale did his very best to stay quiet, and he had good control, for the most part. But his voice did seep softly into his heavy breaths. He couldn’t help it; the satisfaction was exquisite. Knowing he couldn’t draw this out if they were going to finish before their guest would notice, Aziraphale let his orgasm roll over him, each pulse vanishing down the Serpent’s throat. He glanced at Crowley and was met with a stunning yellow gaze above the glistening spit, where Crowley’s reddened lips wrapped around Aziraphale’s throbbing shaft. He gasped as the sight intensified his climax.
When the ecstasy became overstimulation, Crowley slowed his movements, watching Aziraphale sigh in spent contentment. He stood and gestured for Aziraphale’s hand, then took it and pressed it against the front of his own trousers, which stretched over an erection that surely must have been painfully hard.
“This is all you, Angel, see? All you. You don’t need to finish me off. I promise. But I want you to understand what you do for me.” Emphasising his point, his cock pulsed under Aziraphale’s fingers.
“And what if I want to take care of you?”
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t say no.”
Aziraphale zipped his pants and stood, encouraging Crowley into the chair. He leaned over and kissed Crowley like a parched human drinking from the water of life itself, then kissed his way down Crowley’s chest, taking a route that had already become familiar.
Crowley’s body was impossibly beautiful. He managed to be sleek and angular at the same time, he was always trying out new cologne scents, and he radiated heat. Under his fragrance was a remarkable musk that Aziraphale would always recognize and could never get enough of.
Crowley tended to prefer a fast approach. Aziraphale pulled at his belt and Crowley pushed his impossibly tight pants toward his knees, enough for his flushed cock to be accessible.
Once again, Aziraphale had to keep his voice down. It was as difficult to avoid vocalising while he had Crowley in his mouth as it was hard to keep quiet when Crowley was pleasing him. Crowley’s taste and heat and girth, heavy with desire and wet with Aziraphale’s attention, gave him a satisfaction that rivalled his own orgasms. He kept his voice to subtle moans and quiet whimpers.
“Listen to yourself,” Crowley murmured. “That’s it.”
Aziraphale took his mouth off Crowley’s prick long enough to speak. “This?” he asked. “You really enjoy this that much?” He continued jerking to avoid a total interruption, rubbing his thumb over the slick cleft of Crowley’s head.
“Don't tell me you didn't know.”
“It's not that I didn't know, sort of. I just…didn't realise it was that special, I suppose.”
“Six thousand years of being a demon. Six thousand years of being an unwelcome guest anywhere. To have you enjoy me, of all the things you could enjoy…I don’t think I could have handled it. Before.”
He was talking about Before the Second Coming. Before their world had changed. Before their world had saved them again.
“Oh, Crowley.” Aziraphale lavished a slow kiss on the head of Crowley’s cock, taking a few seconds to enjoy the pleasure in those lovely yellow eyes, before resuming the pleasurable work of getting lost in the scent and taste of him.
With a gratifying moan, Crowley put his hand in Aziraphale’s hair, mirroring Aziraphale’s previous gesture, and filled his mouth with come. Aziraphale gulped it down until the orgasm slowed and placed another tiny kiss on Crowley’s cockhead before letting him go.
“Next time,” Aziraphale said, licking his lips as he sat back, “I’d like you to go first, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh?”
“Having you in my mouth gets me going.”
“Should have touched yourself at the same time. I’d like that.” With a suggestive arch of his eyebrows, Crowley added, “It’s not too late for another…”
That was most definitely his temptation voice. Aziraphale closed his eyes and sighed, happily considering the possibility for a moment before remembering they weren’t alone in the cottage.
“Later, my dear,” he smiled. He picked up Crowley’s hand as he stood and kissed it. “If you have me making any more noise, our guest might get suspicious.”
Muriel had only been vaguely aware that Mr. Aziraphale left the living room. He’d handed them a book and suggested giving it a read; Muriel had immediately been lost in it as if meeting a new friend.
Hmm, they thought at one point. Both Mr. Aziraphale and Mr. Crowley have been gone for a while. Just as well; they didn’t especially want to have to put the book down at this point. There was the occasional shuffling sound in the library and maybe a distant groan here or there. They must have been moving furniture. Reading here in the living room was an absolute dream; Muriel wasn’t sure why Mr. Aziraphale needed a separate reading chair in his library. The living room was bright with sunshine, serenaded by birds, and—as Muriel could see if they took their eyes off the book, which rarely happened—surrounded by flowers in each window.
An indeterminate amount of time later, their hosts bustled back in.
“Hello again,” Mr. Aziraphale said in that kind voice of his, the one that had probably got the lower-level angels all on his side.
“Afternoon,” Mr. Crowley said. “Had a good brunch?”
“I did.” Muriel closed their book, now at a decent place to leave off, and beamed at him, remembering their experience at the cafe. “I ate food for the first time.”
“Did you, now,” Mr. Crowley said, a mysterious twinkle in his eyes.
“It was amazing. I can’t believe I was afraid of it before,” they said. Mr. Crowley laughed, then turned and headed for the kitchen.
From where Mr. Aziraphale had settled into his own chair with a newspaper, he commented, “I think the same thing happens to everyone who eats for the first time. You know, if you’d like to take that book back with you, you can.”
“Really! Thank you. I like to read them at least three times to catch things I may have missed. Well, the good ones, anyway. Er…the ones I like.”
“I understand,” Mr. Aziraphale said. “I’ve read my favourites, oh, a thousand times, perhaps.”
“I can see why they write about eating food all the time,” Muriel added. “It’s a wonder it took me so long to try it. I thought it might not be the same for us. I thought maybe angels couldn’t like gross matter.”
“The things we have in common with them…” Mr. Aziraphale trailed off, looking at his newspaper again. “I suspect the only real differences between us are a matter of scale.”
Mr. Crowley returned from the kitchen with a tray of some sort, various small food items arranged on it.
“What’s that?” Muriel asked, eyeing an item that looked much like the scone they’d had before.
“It’s a platter with some desserts Aziraphale made,” Mr. Crowley said. “Dig in. Trust me on this one.”
Muriel glanced at Mr. Aziraphale.
“Well, do go ahead,” he said. “In fact, I’ll come join you.” Mr. Aziraphale stepped over and helpfully made some suggestions for what to try from the many options. Muriel caught an appreciative wink passing between Mr. Aziraphale and Mr. Crowley before all their thoughts were obscured by the delight of chocolate.
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Date: 2023-12-28 10:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2023-12-29 03:36 am (UTC)“I just didn’t know angels had it in them, honestly, to enjoy anything” This IS what makes Aziraphale so special, and I LOVE that Crowley loves it, too :’) It’s one of the best things about them! And Crowley’s explanation, about how seeing Aziraphale makes him understand how the little things make the big ones bearable—silly songs <3
“Six thousand years of being an unwelcome guest anywhere. To have you enjoy me, of all the things you could enjoy…I don’t think I could have handled it. Before.” AH!!!
And Muriel at the end is so cute :D Adorable, thank you!
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Date: 2023-12-30 03:38 am (UTC)I really love the little touches you have in this story to show how at peace they are in their proper retirement. Crowley doesn't think twice about letting Aziraphale take the car. Aziraphale is happy to let Muriel borrow, or perhaps even have, one of his books. They feel safe and relaxed and happy to just spend an afternoon enjoying chocolate with someone who's never had it. So beautiful! I really hope they get that level of peace in canon. Thank you for creating it just for me!