Aziraphale's breath hitches and his pupils dilate as Crowley curls his fingers into the thatch of blond and he fumbles a little with Crowley's cock, trying to steady it in both of his hands as starts to give him light, testing strokes. "Does this feel good?" he inquires softly, his voice having dropped to a bare, shy whisper.
"Yes - oh - yes, it does," Crowley responds, his voice just as quiet though without a trace of shyness. "Just you touching it is even even better when I do it myself."
He runs his own hand tentatively along the length of Aziraphale's erection, tracing the vein and ridges with the tips of his fingers, thumbing curiously at the slit.
Oh-- well, yes, that's-- his hips twitch as he bucks into Crowley's touch, his cock super-sensitive with lack of other attention. "Ah, yes, that's perfectly..."
His breath turns into a gasp, as his strokes against Crowley grow in speed, and he leans in and groans softly into his ear.
Crowley draws him close so their bodies are flush, pressing breathless little kisses into his hair as his hips twitch and jerk, trying not to rut into Aziraphale's hand or it will end all too soon for him.
His strokes are slow and gentle along the length of Aziraphale's cock, though as he cups and fondles his balls, it's with quite a bit of curiosity. Even fully erect as he is, those always stay tucked safely within.
"Aziraphale, you feel incredible," he murmurs, canting his hips, "so soft and warm, I could go on touching you forever."
"Ah--!" he calls, as Crowley's fingers dip lower, and he starts seeing what all the fuss about sex is on. "Well, you never-- never have to stop!" After all, they will be wed soon. And he'd never stop his husband from desiring him.
He hooks one arm around the back of Crowley's neck and draws him into a kiss as his ministrations continue, but his hand is already a trembling mess and they've barely even begun.
And desire Crowley does, absolutely wantonly, if his kiss is anything to go by. He licks hungrily into Aziraphale's mouth, his forked tongue caressing Aziraphale's own as he ruts into his palm.
His own strokes quicken in an erratic rhythm as he explores Aziraphale's handsome prick. He traces each ridge, thumbs over the slit, before wrapping his long, dexterous fingers around the shaft, greedily pumping it.
"I won't - any time you want, love. Anything you want. I'm yours, Aziraphale."
Oh, that forked tongue is somehow so nice but so odd-feeling against his own soft, human one, and he hooks a hand around Crowley's neck and pulls him in closer as if he might be able to study it.
He lets go of Crowley only to situate them back on the bed, pulling him on top and in between his legs.
Crowley gladly defers to Aziraphale's curiosity, letting him inspect his tongue to his hearts content.
This only lasts so long, however, and Crowley finds himself between his Aziraphale's legs and oh, that is a wonderful place to be indeed. He rakes his fingers along plush thighs, and makes a deep sound of satisfaction as he grinds their erections together. Dipping forward, he mouths at Aziraphale's lips, hungry for more kisses.
"Oh, my love," he murmurs, taking them both in hand as he ruts and strokes, "I never want to let you go - "
"Then don't--" he murmurs, as it turns into a gasp, as their cocks rub together. He takes them both in one hand and makes his fist a tight grip, groans getting lost in his throat as he strokes them together.
"Oh, Crowley..." He's never done this before, with anyone, and it feels like such an intimate thing to share. He's so happy to share it with Crowley, and draws him in for a long, deep kiss.
"I won't, not ever," he whispers, hoarse and breathless as he grinds into Aziraphale's fist. It's the last coherent thing he can manage aside from repeating Aziraphale's name between a jumble of half-words and sounds.
He can feel his pleasure building, growing more intense with each thrust, each stroke, a thick, clear fluid oozing from the tip of his cock. His hand desperately clasps Aziraphale's at every brush of their fingers, and his mouth wanders to Aziraphale's throat and collarbone, sucking little bruises onto the delicate skin.
Oh - he's a little surprised at the liquid, more shocked by the suddenness of it than anything, but he pulls Crowley on top, his hips wriggling against to provide a little more friction, as he feels his cheeks redden.
"Oh-- Crowley," he gasps, feeling his pressure build in such a lovely way, wondering if he's also about to erupt...
Satisfied at the little marks he sucked and nibbled onto Aziraphale's collarbone, Crowley presses adoring kisses to each of Aziraphale's cheeks. Just the friction of rubbing their erections together has sent a searing heat through Crowley as he scrabbles to pull Aziraphale closer.
""Aziraphale; my love, my heart -"
Crowley is babbling as he rolls and grinds his hips, panting sweet and breathless nothings against Aziraphale's cheek. He's close, so close, it's almost maddening. He's so wrapped up in the warmth of Aziraphale's lips, he doesn't notice his orgasm sneak up on him until he's spilling between them with a hoarse moan of Aziraphale's name.
And yet, even that doesn't stop the rocking of his hips - he can't seem to get enough of his lover.
Aziraphale whines, keens, makes all sorts of embarrassing noises that he didn't realize he was capable of making. His hips grow wild and he loses control of them, hardly able to do anything but hold onto Crowley as he'd had when they'd gone swimming, stars in his eyes as he comes with a gasp, quickly joining his betrothed in their mess.
He doesn't know what to say, so instead, he elects to say nothing at all and takes the back of Crowley's head, drawing him in for a long, luxuriating kiss.
What can he say with words that he can't with a kiss...? Crowley's lips slot into Aziraphale's, slow and tender as he runs his hands over Aziraphale's chest and up to his shoulders, gently kneading the soft skin under his fingertips.
Oh, how lovely Aziraphale looks in this state. Crowley can still feel the aftershocks of his orgasm, fueled by the spectacle under him. His cock is still leaking, even as it retracts into his sheath, and his fingers wander to the mess they made, smeared onto their bellies.
"You marvelous man," he murmurs between peppering Aziraphale with kisses, "You wonder, you utter beauty -"
Oh, these little kisses are so sweet and on his over-sensitive skin he heaves little sighs, pulling Crowley close, softly encouraging him to continue these little kisses like prayers left on his skin.
"Oh, I love you so dearly... Crowley," he calls, his eyes fluttering closed. "Dearest..." He's so very satisfied, but boneless, and it's hard to stay cognizant of anything else but this puddle of pleasure he's melted into.
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He runs his own hand tentatively along the length of Aziraphale's erection, tracing the vein and ridges with the tips of his fingers, thumbing curiously at the slit.
"How about this? Is it alright?"
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His breath turns into a gasp, as his strokes against Crowley grow in speed, and he leans in and groans softly into his ear.
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His strokes are slow and gentle along the length of Aziraphale's cock, though as he cups and fondles his balls, it's with quite a bit of curiosity. Even fully erect as he is, those always stay tucked safely within.
"Aziraphale, you feel incredible," he murmurs, canting his hips, "so soft and warm, I could go on touching you forever."
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He hooks one arm around the back of Crowley's neck and draws him into a kiss as his ministrations continue, but his hand is already a trembling mess and they've barely even begun.
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His own strokes quicken in an erratic rhythm as he explores Aziraphale's handsome prick. He traces each ridge, thumbs over the slit, before wrapping his long, dexterous fingers around the shaft, greedily pumping it.
"I won't - any time you want, love. Anything you want. I'm yours, Aziraphale."
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He lets go of Crowley only to situate them back on the bed, pulling him on top and in between his legs.
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This only lasts so long, however, and Crowley finds himself between his Aziraphale's legs and oh, that is a wonderful place to be indeed. He rakes his fingers along plush thighs, and makes a deep sound of satisfaction as he grinds their erections together. Dipping forward, he mouths at Aziraphale's lips, hungry for more kisses.
"Oh, my love," he murmurs, taking them both in hand as he ruts and strokes, "I never want to let you go - "
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"Oh, Crowley..." He's never done this before, with anyone, and it feels like such an intimate thing to share. He's so happy to share it with Crowley, and draws him in for a long, deep kiss.
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He can feel his pleasure building, growing more intense with each thrust, each stroke, a thick, clear fluid oozing from the tip of his cock. His hand desperately clasps Aziraphale's at every brush of their fingers, and his mouth wanders to Aziraphale's throat and collarbone, sucking little bruises onto the delicate skin.
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"Oh-- Crowley," he gasps, feeling his pressure build in such a lovely way, wondering if he's also about to erupt...
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""Aziraphale; my love, my heart -"
Crowley is babbling as he rolls and grinds his hips, panting sweet and breathless nothings against Aziraphale's cheek. He's close, so close, it's almost maddening. He's so wrapped up in the warmth of Aziraphale's lips, he doesn't notice his orgasm sneak up on him until he's spilling between them with a hoarse moan of Aziraphale's name.
And yet, even that doesn't stop the rocking of his hips - he can't seem to get enough of his lover.
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He doesn't know what to say, so instead, he elects to say nothing at all and takes the back of Crowley's head, drawing him in for a long, luxuriating kiss.
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Oh, how lovely Aziraphale looks in this state. Crowley can still feel the aftershocks of his orgasm, fueled by the spectacle under him. His cock is still leaking, even as it retracts into his sheath, and his fingers wander to the mess they made, smeared onto their bellies.
"You marvelous man," he murmurs between peppering Aziraphale with kisses, "You wonder, you utter beauty -"
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"Oh, I love you so dearly... Crowley," he calls, his eyes fluttering closed. "Dearest..." He's so very satisfied, but boneless, and it's hard to stay cognizant of anything else but this puddle of pleasure he's melted into.