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A few rare customers continued to peruse the bookshop as closing time quickly approached. Given the customers’ presence, Crowley still wore his dark sunglasses as he lounged on the deep leather sofa. Aziraphale tried his best not to be rude as he hurried the remaining customer out, but it had been a long day and he was really looking forward to having time alone with Crowley. Once he had finally been able to lock up, he crossed the shop to where the demon sat.

“Ah,” he sighed happily. “There you are, my dear.” He smiled, finally at ease and able to relax at the end of the day.

“I’ve been here all afternoon. You know that.”

“Yes, but I haven’t been able to properly appreciate you. Not like this.”

Aziraphale stood between his legs and brushed a hand through the demon’s auburn hair, tipping his head back against the back of the couch. The angel bent his head down for a needy, open mouthed kiss. He sucked and nipped at Crowley’s lower lip. Aziraphale was aware of the dark frames Crowley still wore bumping against his own face as their kissing grew less controlled. He pulled away and removed Crowley’s sunglasses.

“Let me see your pretty eyes when you cum,” he said, just before moving to straddle Crowley, sitting on his lap.

Crowley’s head lolled back again and he hummed softly, beaming at the loving words. He looked back up at Aziraphale, his golden eyes wide and warm.

“Say that again, angel,” Crowley said breathily.

“I want to make you cum,” Aziraphale answered in a low voice.

“No, the other thing,” Crowley said, dropping his gaze. “Tell me I’m pretty. Please.”

“Oh, Crowley . ‘Pretty’ doesn’t even begin to do you justice. You are the most gorgeous creature I have ever laid eyes on, my dear.”

Aziraphale curved a finger under Crowley’s chin, tilting his face upward. Crowley melted at the words. Aziraphale began to grind his hips where he sat astride Crowley’s lap. They kissed tenderly, passionately. Aziraphale kissed along the underside of Crowley’s jaw, enjoying the slight scratch of the faint stubble now there at the end of the day. His mouth moved up to Crowley’s ear, teeth gently tugging at his earlobe, then tongue flickering against the delicate skin behind it. Crowley let out a shivering gasp of pleasure.

“You are so beautiful, Crowley,” he whispered in his ear.

Crowley moaned. He reached out to begin unbuttoning Aziraphale’s shirt. Once it hung open, Aziraphale shrugged out of it and threw it aside. He rucked up the hem of Crowley’s henley and pulled it off over Crowley’s head, leaving the demon’s hair delightfully mussed up. Their mouths found each other once again.

They were each keenly aware that they were both growing hard in their trousers. Soon Aziraphale reached down to undo his fly. He stood up briefly to step out of his trousers and pants, never breaking the kiss. Crowley took the opportunity to unzip and shimmy out of his own.

Aziraphale climbed back onto Crowley’s lap and could feel their cocks pressed between their bodies. He took the two of them in hand, moving his fist up and down their lengths together.

“Oh how I want you to fill me with your perfect cock,” Aziraphale said.

Crowley moaned at the compliment. With a quick downward gesture of his free hand, Aziraphale miracled a small bottle of lube and handed it to Crowley. The demon squeezed out a drop onto his fingertips. He reached a long arm around Aziraphale’s back to the cleft of his buttocks. Straddling the demon, the angel’s cheeks were already spread, allowing Crowley easy access to spread the lube around his hole before slipping a finger in.

“Need to get you comfortable first, angel,” he said.

“Yes, please do, my dear. You’re so large.”

Crowley whined in delight. He added a second long, slender finger. He moved his fingers in and out, curling them to massage Aziraphale’s prostate.

“You’re so good at this, Crowley. You know how to make me feel so good,” Aziraphale breathed.

Crowley hummed contently, basking in the praise.

He spread his fingers slightly to further stretch and relax his angel. He then slicked his shaft with more lube and guided Aziraphale to lift up a bit. He removed his fingers and positioned himself at his angel’s entrance. Aziraphale breathed deeply as he slowly lowered himself onto Crowley’s length, adjusting to the stretch. He let out a low, satisfied groan as he bottomed out.

“Crowley, you feel splendid.”

He started to move up and down, riding the demon. Beneath him, Crowley bucked his hips, matching Aziraphale’s rhythm.

“You fill me so well. I could have you inside me like this forever,” Aziraphale egged Crowley on with his words of approval.

Crowley grabbed Aziraphale’s back and staying firmly inside him, rolled the two of them so Aziraphale was on his back, looking up at him from the couch. The soft light from the lamp behind Crowley glowed around his head like an echo of the halo he once wore. He reached between them to continue stroking Aziraphale’s cock.

“Oh Crowley, you look so lovely, servicing me like this,” Aziraphale gasped. He rested a hand on the back of Crowley’s head to guide him down into a kiss.

Crowley whined and began to pump his hips more urgently. Still, he made sure Aziraphale would come first before allowing himself his own release. He worked the angel with more focus, stroking firmly and circling his thumb over the sensitive tip.

“Yes, Crowley, yes!” Aziraphale cried out as he came all over the two of them. “Oh, you are so good to me, my love” he panted.

 Crowley gave a few final, desperate thrusts before cumming inside the angel. With a shudder, he slumped over. He left lazy kisses all over Aziraphale’s lips, cheeks, nose, forehead as they caught their breath. Crowley’s spend leaked out of the angel’s hole and onto the brown leather as he slid his softening member out. Aziraphale used another small miracle to clean up both of them and the cushions before scooting up to sit against one corner of the couch. He pulled Crowley up to rest against his bare chest and pulled a soft blanket from the back of the couch to drape over the two of them.

“You are so good to me, my love. That was splendid,” the angel sighed, satisfied, stroking Crowley’s hair and holding him in his arms.

“Watch out. Keep complimenting me like that and it’s gonna start going to my head,” Crowley teased as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Mmm, didn’t it though?” Aziraphale answered smugly.

Crowley groaned, not wanting to give Aziraphale the satisfaction of admitting he’d walked into that pun.