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Aziraphale felt sensitive and tender as his orgasm subsided, but he gazed tiredly at Crowley still with want, so that he, too, could feel how good he felt.

His hands left the strained bedsheets and instead his arms wrapped around Crowley as he thrust within him and oh he wished he could see the demon's face. He was sure it was contorted beautifully, as beautiful as the sounds he was making into his shoulder. The bite had stung, but not at all in a bad way. He hoped, secretly, it would leave a mark.

The angel still breathed heavily as Crowley joined him in their post-frenzy puddle. Somehow after all of that, at the demon licking up his come, Aziraphale still blushed.

"That was..." He let the end of the sentence lie as he brushed his hands down the demon's back and rest them at his waist.

Neither hand nor hips stilled, steadily coaxing the angel through the aftershocks. Crowley watched with pupils blown wide as Aziraphale came undone beneath him. He'd never seen anything quite like it, he was so fucking beautiful, pale cheeks stained red and sweat sticking white-blond curls to his brow. When Aziraphale's body tightened around him, Crowley let out a deep, throaty moan of his own and finally let his head fall foreward, burying his face in the angel's neck.

His own climax was close, agonisingly so. The hand on Aziraphale's hip tightened, and Crowley continued thrusting into him almost desperately. And then it hit him. Teeth dug into the angel's shoulder, muffling the almost animalistic cry as the demon released deep inside of him. Hips continued to rock and twitch, slowing steadily as he rode out the waves.

At last, Crowley collapsed on top of Aziraphale. Golden eyes locked onto sky-blue ones and held that gaze as he lifted the hand Aziraphale had spilled onto to his mouth and dragged his tongue along the mess.

"You taste divine," he told him, a cheeky grin curving his lips.

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Aziraphale smiled gladly into the kiss, so enamoured by his lover. He was desperate to be in him, but he could have easily stayed there with lips pressed against one another's forever.

Crowley teased him with his hips and he moaned into the kiss, grateful his demon had mercy and rolled over to his side.

"My beautiful Crowley..." He uttered as he slipped a hand under his neck, thumb brushing against one of his nipples. His other hand was readying his length between his demon's legs, "Knee up, my dear." He coaxed as he pressed a few kisses at the back of his neck. Slowly he entered and it felt so different, so warm and silky, he felt so close to Crowley, so deep and connected.

"Crowley..." He whimpered into his ear, reaching around between his legs for his bundle of nerves again. He moved his hips slowly, tantalisingly. "You feel wonderful."

"I was hoping for that answer," Crowley smiled against Aziraphale's throat, continuing his trail of kisses up to his lips. As always, he was more than happy to give his angel whatever he asked, but he wanted one more kiss first.

Lips slotted together, the demon's tongue gliding past the angel's lips in a kiss that was gentle yet in no way any less passionate than the one that had come before it. Pressing close, Crowley rolled his hips against Aziraphale's, causing a full-body shudder of need to ripple its way through him when he rubbed himself against Aziraphale's hard length. It was enough to get him to break away from the kiss and do as he had been urged, turning around onto his side for his angel.

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They scoffed at the crassness of August's reply, arms crossed before him.

"Look, I didn't need to ask." He broke eye contact with him in disbelief. "Well then now you know how I felt when you blatantly shut all this shit down in front of your friend." It was like a dagger to his chest the way August had so quickly said they weren't 'cute together'. "And I went on one date. More than we ever actually did in so many words."

"Do I? Do I what? Know that we've been fucking? Yes, the aches in my legs and back are a constant reminder." August was quick to argue back, annoyed that Freddie was returning the sass to him.

"Force me? Force me? You didn't even fucking ask me. You never even asked about my feelings. It's not like I'm in the closet or something like that." he felt the need to clarify. Sure, maybe he had been a little nervous, but was that any reason to run on and get someone else. "It's just a dickish way to go about it. Feel kind of like a bed warmer." August laughed as he put his hands on his hips, pacing in a circle.

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There was an air of familiarity shared between them. Time meant nothing to beings such as themselves, but it had been a long time. Aziraphale knew Koka- Crawley for as long as he could remember. Though his eyes had changed, he still saw that same twinkle in them. At one point it was curiosity, now, perhaps more mischief. He would soon see, no doubt.

The small smile had curled into a knowing one, blue eyes flashed over at amber ones with a shake of his head. "Who knows what you have a-brewing in that wily mind of yours." He played along with a waggle of his finger in mock disapproval. Though he hadn't known this version of a friend he had, he perhaps could still consider him a friend still. What difference did a Fall really make?

Crawley snorted.

"Right. Ineffable."

That's what they'd always said when he'd asked questions. Her plan is ineffable, it's not for us to question or understand. It was hardly a surprise to receive the same sort of answer now, though at least he was able to ask without being scolded for a change. Oh, but in all fairness (although demons weren't meant tk be fair), Aziraphale had never truly scolded him for his curiosity, not looe the others. Coming from him it had always felt more like....concern.

Concern that, Crawley had to admit, had been well placed. Maybe if he'd listened to the other's warnings, they'd still be on the same side. Though whether he ought to be or not, he was happy to see him again. So much so that he didn't want to part from him too soon.

"Well I suppose if that's the case, you'd best keep an eye on me, eh?" He flashed a grin the angel's way. "Can't have me slithering off to make trouble, can you?"

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Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship had always been interesting, strained at times, but always loving - even long before they called it that. More than once the angel had said the demon had liked saving him. He had believed that, but out of scrapes and things that wouldn't inconvenience him all too much. Things that he could manage and do, and they could go have dinner or something afterwards.

But putting himself in the line of real danger? Of real pain and real hurt? For him? With nothing in return? To not even tell him?

"I wish you hadn't kept it from me." Hands reached to take Crowley's wrists, the tears still falling as he met his demon's gaze. "It was all so dangerous for so, so long." He shook his head. "You always took risks for me you ought not have. You have done so much for me. I-I-I don't know why you would do so much all for me."

Crowley's demeanor shifted in a fraction of a second, going from somewhat embarrassed and aloof to concerned and reassuring. Scrambling to kneel as close to his angel as he could, he took his face in his hands, thumbs wiping at the tears trailing down his soft cheeks. At least he was seeing only the scars and not the wounds when they'd been new; he hated to think how Aziraphale might despair if he'd seen the way the soles of the demon's feet had burned and bled for him. But Crowley had never once regretted his action.

"None of that. I won't hear a single word of it."

Surely Aziraphale had to know by now that there was nothing Crowley wouldn't do for him. For Aziraphale to even imply that he wasn't worth risk or pain or danger---Crowley couldn't abide that. Aziraphale had to know how loved he was, how cherished.

"I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I couldn't let anything happen to you if I could help it."

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Aziraphale was finding much too much satisfaction in how the demon manhandled him. His hand was swiftly replaced by Crowley's and he let out a whimper, this was going to be the beginning of his undoing.

His hands scrambled to find a place to grab onto, finding the bedsheets and screwing them tightly within them. Between the adrenaline and wine coursing through his veins, he knew he was going to be done for soon. Especially as Crowley's voice practically purred with such beautiful words about him, an angel to his demon.

Aziraphale could no longer string words together, instead he moaned and whined, his breaths shallow and quick as his eyes closed to concentrate only on how he felt. His whole body tensed, and he finally let out something between a sob and a cry as his body reached a gorgeous crescendo. He spent desperately over his chest, stomach and Crowley's hand, knuckles white with how tightly he was clinging onto the sheets as he let out deep, guttural moans with each wave.

Such a gorgeously desperate plea. How could Crowley do anything but obey?

He shifted a bit, onto his knees, pulling Aziraphale's hips up with him, trying to somehow get deeper still. Speed and strength both increased, and he pulled the angel's hand away from his length so he could replace it with his own, wanting to feel the way he pulsed and twitched. Crowley wanted to taste those sweet lips again, but he couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away from Aziraphale's face as it twisted and contorted in ecstasy. Sights and sounds he just knew he'd be revisiting in his head over and over again in the future.

"Fuck, you're stunning like this," the words were breathless, almost strained, but utterly awestruck. The demon's thrusts grew harder yet, the hand around the angel began to squeeze lightly between strokes. Between his own panting breaths, Crowley managed a request of his own. "Come for me, Aziraphale."

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"Do you?" Freddie retorted, bitterness laced in his tone of voice. They didn't like the hot and cold of whatever he and August had. Freddie had been openly queer for years and whilst he was sympathetic to the other perhaps needing to navigate some things in life, he had enough going on in his own life to need to traipse through it with him too.

"Look," his voice was gentler, "I just wanted to let you know so we can put an underline on all this. I'm glad we had fun, but I want something more than that - and I don't want to force you into something you don't want, or aren't comfortable with."

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August always knew he was bisexual. He knew he hardly had a preference for gender. Yet, he'd never dated a man. He had never thought too much about it, until he began realizing how attached he was to the other. Things had started casual. Sex every now and again if the moment ceased them. After a few months they'd began to spend nearly every night together. His feelings didn't truly hit him, until he heard the other announce he was dating.

“You’re seeing someone?” Auggie repeated. He felt his body flood with jealousy.  His brows furrowed.  “Does this someone know we’ve been fucking like animals for the last two months?” he couldn’t help but argue.

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"You made such a pretty murderer. Is it any wonder they gave you a lighter sentence?" He joked right back, thinking back to the watch party they had with their friends. Even though Atti had tried to be casual about it at the time, Jason was way more than proud of him. "We'll get whatever you want." His boyfriend had done more than enough for him, relenting to his needs. He kissed him and gazed at him gratefully. "We can order from that new poke place we've been meaning to try? Carb and starchless, though maybe not if you're not feeling fish tonight."

"Oh now you're just trying to be flirty, hm? You're taller. I think they want you a bit more." Atticus argued though he knew that honestly it was a pretty stiff competition. It just happened that he could sing a little higher than Jason. Everyone loved a tenor. "That is true about Tina, but I'm very glad she's not my agent. Than again, I don't really care about my screen credits. Besides my three Law and Order episodes. Those are pretty important." he continued joking as he leaned into the man's touch. "We can get food," he acquiesced, leaning forward to bump his nose against Jason's. "But I can't do carbs. Oh, or starch. I was a little phlegm-y earlier." he hummed, pressing a quick kiss to the other's lips. "Ordering in or heading out?" he tilted his head once he pulled away.

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Aziraphale's hips were curled upwards to feel the demon as close as he could, each time he pulled away agonising as he only wanted to feel Crowley buried within him. He let out a choked out moan against the lips of his hereditary enemy, moans escaping him with each thrust.

He'd opened his eyes at the stern yet lustful voice, biting down on his bottom lip as he took in the intense, burning amber eyes. He gladly complied.

"You feel so good in me, feels so good when you're deep, s-so deep." He uttered breathlessly. The head of his length was leaking onto his stomach and he had no choice but to reach down to wrap his hand around it, letting out a loud moan at the combined sensation of being filled and being held. "Oh, please. Please, fuck me." He crass and abrupt, but it was what felt right doused in lust for the demon.

Crowley didn't know it, but something in his eyes lit up at Aziraphale's words. He wanted more of that, of the angel not only begging and moaning, but outright telling him how he made him feel. It was throwing kindling on the fire that had been lit within him earlier, that desire to give Aziraphale whatever he asked for. A demon could get into a lot of trouble for something like that, but somehow he felt it was worth the risk.

Or specifically, Aziraphale was worth the risk.

Oh, his thoughts were heading to dangerous places. He crashed his lips against Aziraphale's, hips picking up speed again, hoping to lose himself in the feeling of their bodies moving together. A goal that was proving to be astoundingly easy. Every sense was being overwhelmed with Aziraphale, the way he felt, smelled, tasted.

"More," the single word was uttered against the angel's lips, part command and part plea. "Let me hear you, angel."

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A desperate heat bloomed within him as Crowley pulled him into a deep, intense kiss. One hand on his face, his other trailed down the beautiful angles of his demon, down to the small of his back.

He'd let out a light chuckle of relief at Crowley's response, eyes closed as he felt the kiss on his forehead. Quite quickly the smile on his face was wiped away, as he felt a straying hand on his temporarily neglected erection. His mouth had fallen agape and a small moan came from him as he felt tempting words breathed into his skin.

"Definitely the latter." He murmured, hand at his demon's waist to nudge. "Turn around, I want to feel you close to me." It was often an internal battle of just how he wanted to make love to Crowley, he loved getting lost in his eyes when they were face to face. But he knew this time, he wanted to encapsulate him with his body, to feel as though they were one pressed up against one another, laid on their sides.

In the wake of his orgasm, the way Aziraphale touched him so gently, calling him beautiful---Crowley's eyes glistened with emotion and a thin veil of tears. Crowley pulled Aziraphale in for a passionate kiss, moaning softly when he tasted himself on his angel's tongue.

"Alright? Angel, it was wonderful." Another kiss, brief this time, and then a third to Aziraphale's forehead. One hand trailed down to brush between his legs, a silent promise that he'd not, for one moment, forgotten about his lover's satisfaction in the midst of his own. The demon's lips trailed adoringly up the angel's neck.

"Do you want me to return the favour? Or do you want to be inside me?"

Whatever Aziraphale desired, Crowley would give him.

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Aziraphale's chest tightened and and he could practically feel the heat leave his body at his demon's words.

"Crowley, I-" And for once the angel was quite lost for words. He placed both of this hands over Crowley's, squeezing tightly. "I had no idea. I-"

He knew Crowley loved him. He loved him too. Long, long before they had confessed to one another. The angel had loved the demon dearly, and somehow the demon loved him back. So much so he had walked on consecrated ground to save him. He saved him and his books. He did it all for him. And to see the scars? Aziraphale hadn't known the full extent of his sacrifice, and then, not for the first time, he felt he wasn't enough for Crowley.

"You are so..." Tears welled in his eyes. "You shouldn't have done that." He shook his head just as the tears began to fall down his face. "Not for me..."

Had it not been for the concerned furrow of his angel's brow, Crowley would have been perfectly content to lie there and luxuriate in the way Aziraphale's fingers combed through his hair. But when Aziraphale admitted that something was, indeed, troubling him, he sat up and placed a hand on his knee, waiting for him to work through his nerves and speak what was on his mind.

The demon's eyes widened for a second, and then he looked away. It had been so long, he often forgot about the scars entirely. He hadn't thought for even a moment to try to hide them, though now he wished he had. For reasons he could never quite put his finger on, even now that they were free from sides, he'd never wanted Aziraphale to know exactly how much he would endure or risk for his sake.

"...'Like being on a beach in bare feet' may have been...a bit of an understatement..."

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Tristan looked a little bit like a deer in the headlights with wide eyes. He hadn't expect his neighbour to be so kind. She had been polite enough the few times they had bumped into one another but this was actually welcoming a relative stranger into her home. Oh, he was done for.

"I mean...if you're sure. That's very kind of you. I'll call first thing and make sure it gets sorted and be out of your hair, I promise."

Selima's gaze moved over to the locked door and then back to the man in front of it. After a moment of silence, the woman spoke. "I could over you my couch? At least to wait for the locksmith if you still want to call one but I have some spare sheets and the couch is actually comfortable," she offered him. Yes, she didn't know her neighbour very well, but it was the least she could do. It wouldn't feel right to let him just stand there. "That way you can call the landlord tomorrow morning for the spare key and there are no extra costs for the locksmith. And we will keep our landlord happy because I know from experience he is not one who would be very happy with a broken lock to get in."

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Tristan felt lighter in his steps, having gotten the words off his chest. He was the type to fall hard and fast and he had been keeping it in for a long time, long enough for him to have spilled the words open in desperation. But, he didn't regret them as Sara was still with him and on his arm.

When they reached his apartment he went towards the kitchen to grab the bottle of wine and two glasses, bringing it towards the coffee table where he'd gestured for her to settle first.

"I'm glad we left, it was getting too loud in there anyway."

"i can do a little walk." fingers curled carefully around his, holding tight. not too tight, she doesn't want to seem clingy. but tristan makes her feel safe. in a way that she didn't really know she needed.

"that sounds like the perfect way to end a lovely night." sara spoke gently, walking along side him. as they got a few steps down, she curled a little tighter to his side. not too clingy.