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“Could I tempt you, with some sugary treats my sweet thing?”
Crowley was once again on a mission, the temptress in him waking up slowly but surely.
It had been a while he had done anything like this, but Crowley really yearned to do this. To tempt his Angel. Crowley simply loving to watch Aziraphale eat was… well almost as good as sex.
A prelude to great sex if anything else. Something Crowley was hoping for with this, foreplay of his, the appetisers for it.
Crowley had come prepared but of course. Carrying a tray of the most delicious looking cakes, bite size ones. Created by one of the merchants of the bakery shop they owned on Whickber Street.
Aziraphale was nose deep in one of his favourite books though and not really paying attention to Crowley nor his, attempts of temptation.
“Angel?” Crowley croaked, prancing closer to Aziraphale sitting on the lounger deep in his own little world.
Alas yet, no response from Aziraphale.
Crowley inched closer even taking a seat on the armrest with the plate of cakes in his hand.
Deciding on a more direct approach and picking a bite size from it, holding it between his fingers and making obscene noises while pretending to eat said piece of cake.
“Mmmm Angel, you really need to taste this.”
Yet again, Aziraphale did not budge not even look up at the treat nor Crowley.
Crowley was contemplating his options for a moment. Thinking that either Aziraphale was ignoring him purposely or simply enjoying the book he was reading. Neither option though serving Crowley at the moment.
So plan B it was to be.
Reluctantly taking an actual bite of the cake holding the sugary treat in his mouth without chewing. Crowley not really fond of such things. But Aziraphale was. And so, to get what Crowley really wanted even if it meant forgoing watching Aziraphale eat said cake, Crowley simply ready to forgo the play altogether if needed and get straight into the main course.
Not the actual cake but…
Crowley leaned down, his hand slipping under Aziraphale’s jaw pulling the Angels face upwards to look at his own. Crowley then kissing Aziraphale while gently feeding him the cake in his own mouth.
Breaking off soon enough, Aziraphale looked stunned at first.
But then those sugary nuances caught up with his taste buds. Aziraphale closed his eyes as he chew, chew, chewed. His eyes closing in satisfaction. Crowley simply staring at his Angel, mesmerised.
Swallowing hard but slowly, almost an impossible feat to make a show of it, Aziraphale finally opened his eyes, locking them with Crowley’s.
The effect of his enjoyment already present in the Demon with the hard line of Crowley’s arousal straining against his tighter than tight trousers speaking volumes.
“Guess, you enjoyed the show my love.” Aziraphale stated rather proudly.
“I, um… Angel … I… Yeah… did.”
As no matter how often Crowley witnessed this, action, he never got away unscathed. Not that he wanted to either. As that was the whole point of this, temptation and his Angel eating the cake.
“Bedroom?” Aziraphale asked, voice coarse for a plethora of reasons.
“Ye… yeah!“
Aziraphale got up and started walking towards the stairs lead to their bedroom, but then, he turned back, his eyes on the Demon once again. A hint of a coy smirk present there on the Angel’s lips.
“You coming, my sweet demon?”
“That’s the goal.”
Aziraphale winked before adding. “Oh… and bring the cake, my sweetness.” Whether he referred to the cake or Crowley or then perhaps, both it was.
Crowley was up and on his feet in no time, practically running after his dear darling Angel with the plate filled with cake in his hand.