Sorry, Daddy. I've Been Naughty
It had been two full weeks since the almost end of the world. Heaven and Hell decided that it was best to leave the two of them alone for now and possibly forever and so they didn't bother to try to hide their friendship anymore. They didn't need to. That being said, Crowley spent quite a lot more time at Aziraphale's shop than he did his own apartment. It was a cozier place to be when it came down to it. Crowley knew that Aziraphale wasn't really a fan of his flat. At that point he really only kept it because he didn't feel like trying to move the plants.
Aziraphale was sitting in a comfy chair by the fire reading a book that he'd actually read many times before. Thousands of books he'd never even looked at and yet he kept going back to the same old standbys. They were comforting in their way. He sipped his cocoa occasionally, gently setting it back down on the end table beside him without so much as looking up from the page. This was the perfect weather for reading by the fire. Damp and dreary really was his favorite forecast if he were honest.
Crowley had originally intended for the two of them to go out to dinner but the sudden onset of the rain had changed those plans. Of course that was only because Crowley had managed to slip and fall into a rather large and muddy puddle just outside Aziraphale's shop.
"I could really use a shower, angel." The demon said as he walked in the door. The water that was dripping from his clothes seemed to just miraculously disappear rather than end up on Aziraphale's floor. Crowley could just miracle himself clean but he was cold and damp and unhappy and he wanted a nice, hot shower. They always made him feel better.
"Of course." Aziraphale hadn't hesitated to make sure that Crowley had everything he would need to be comfortable in his bathroom. He'd provided big, fluffy towels in a rather lovely shade of black and the soaps and shampoos that Crowley preferred. Aziraphale definitely didn't want Crowley using his soap only because he liked the way Crowley smelled when he used his own. He wouldn't admit that, though. When the door was shut and Aziraphale could hear the shower turn on, he went back to his reading.
Crowley seemed to be in the shower for quite a long time. Aziraphale just assumed that he was not only making sure he was good and clean but also heating himself up. One of the disadvantages of being a serpent, he thought. Crowley wasn't exactly cold blooded when he was in his body but he definitely ran a bit colder than what the humans considered normal, so getting splashed with cold water just compounded the situation. Aziraphale looked up from his book when he heard the shower turn off and some movement. He miracled up a nice, hot cup of Crowley's favorite coffee and smiled a little. The smile faded almost as soon as Crowley came out of the bathroom and Aziraphale swallowed.
Crowley hadn't bothered to get redressed before stepping out into the living room to talk to Aziraphale. He hadn't really seen a point. Aziraphale had already seen pretty much everything there was to see when they'd made the switch. And he thought it would be fun to make the angel squirm a little bit. He did have a towel wrapped around him, hanging low on his hips, and used another towel to dry his hair. When he brought it down, he knew it was nicely touseled. He called it his "just fucked" look.
"That coffee?" Crowley asked a wide eyed Aziraphale as he made his way over to the table and the very obviously not Aziraphale's mug. Aziraphale just kept staring at him. Crowley hid a smirk behind the mug as he sipped the coffee. Had he actually managed to break the angel?
Aziraphale cleared his throat and nodded as he reacted a little too late. Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned. He thought. Oh the things that were running through his mind were definitely very sinful indeed.
"Did you say something?" Crowley tilted his head, not hiding his smirk this time.
"I...um...no." Aziraphale shook his head vigorously. Before Crowley could respond, the room was suddenly filled with a bright, white light.
"He says he's a sinner, Crowley. He's been a very bad boy. You should punish him." The voice came from the light.
"What?" The angel and the demon said simultaneously as they exchanged looks before looking back up at the shining light.
"You heard me." The voice said and then the light was gone. The two of them were silent for a moment before Crowley smiled at Aziraphale, a little twinkle in his eye.
"Is that right, angel? Have you been a bad boy?" Crowley sauntered closer to Aziraphale and stood right in front of his chair. He reached out and traced a finger along Aziraphale's cheek.
"That....might be the case, yes." Aziraphale cleared his throat. He was starting to turn as red as Crowley's hair and it made the demon smile even more. "How am I supposed to be a good angel with you standing there in nothing but a towel and fresh out of the shower and.....glistening?" He spat out, obviously flustered. Was it getting hot in his flat?
"Glistening?" Crowley said with a slight laugh. "Am I glistening?" He looked down at himself. Crowley decided to add a little evil and took his hand away from Aziraphale's cheek. He lightly ran his fingers over his chest and abs, down toward the towel that was the only thing keeping him from being completely naked.
In the grand scheme of things, angels were actually sexless. They didn't need the various parts required for physical intimacy. And demons had been angels at one point, so their parts were only there if they wanted them to be. Crowley decided, at that particular moment, that he definitely wanted the parts to be there.
"I...um...well...yes." Aziraphale's eyes were practically glued to Crowley's fingers as they trailed over his skin. He very much wanted to follow those fingers with his tongue. A thought which immediately made him turn crimson. Oh what was Crowley doing to him? Wasn't he supposed to be the good one? And then it struck him. Crowley was doing exactly what he'd always done. He was tempting. It was his job.
"So, you've been a very naughty boy, having all kinds of thoughts about me. Is that it?" Crowley licked his lips and kept his eyes on Aziraphale. There seemed to be an entire dialogue that went through his head, seen in a split second flash behind his eyes. Aziraphale had come to some kind of decision.
"You're trying to tempt me." Aziraphale said. He meant for it to come out as strong and accusatory but it only managed to sound like a plea for help.
"That is my job." Crowley said with a nod. "But this time it's a bit different."
"And why is that?" Aziraphale cleared his throat again. It really was very difficult to not give in to the temptation.
"This time, we've got her blessing." Crowley said as he pointed to the ceiling. He had had absolutely no doubt that the voice coming through the light was most definitely God.
"I....well....yes. That does seem to be the case." He nodded and licked his lips as he looked at Crowley. He really was rather scrumptous.
"Do you need to be punished, angel?" Crowley straddled Aziraphale's lap and started to undo his bowtie. The way he was sitting, the towel didn't completely cover what was underneath.
"Yes." Aziraphale whispered. "I've been very, very bad." He put his hands on Crowley's hips. Crowley smirked a little as he felt the bulge in Aziraphale's trousers suddenly appear. So Aziraphale was definitely wanting the parts to be there as well.
"I think you need a spanking." Crowley leaned in and flicked his tongue across Aziraphale's ear. He smiled when the angel shuddered and gripped his hips a little tighter.
"Yes." This time it was almost a moan. He hadn't felt anything like what he was feeling in that very moment. He could only describe the feeling as exquisite. Crowley stopped working on Aziraphale's tie and put his hands over the angel's, removing them from his hips so he could get up. He then let the towel drop to the floor before pointing toward the bedroom.
"Go to your room, naughty boy." Crowley said with a grin. He hadn't ever seen Aziraphale move as fast as he did that very moment. His grin grew a little more as he slowly followed. This was definitely going to be fun.
Aziraphale was sitting in a comfy chair by the fire reading a book that he'd actually read many times before. Thousands of books he'd never even looked at and yet he kept going back to the same old standbys. They were comforting in their way. He sipped his cocoa occasionally, gently setting it back down on the end table beside him without so much as looking up from the page. This was the perfect weather for reading by the fire. Damp and dreary really was his favorite forecast if he were honest.
Crowley had originally intended for the two of them to go out to dinner but the sudden onset of the rain had changed those plans. Of course that was only because Crowley had managed to slip and fall into a rather large and muddy puddle just outside Aziraphale's shop.
"I could really use a shower, angel." The demon said as he walked in the door. The water that was dripping from his clothes seemed to just miraculously disappear rather than end up on Aziraphale's floor. Crowley could just miracle himself clean but he was cold and damp and unhappy and he wanted a nice, hot shower. They always made him feel better.
"Of course." Aziraphale hadn't hesitated to make sure that Crowley had everything he would need to be comfortable in his bathroom. He'd provided big, fluffy towels in a rather lovely shade of black and the soaps and shampoos that Crowley preferred. Aziraphale definitely didn't want Crowley using his soap only because he liked the way Crowley smelled when he used his own. He wouldn't admit that, though. When the door was shut and Aziraphale could hear the shower turn on, he went back to his reading.
Crowley seemed to be in the shower for quite a long time. Aziraphale just assumed that he was not only making sure he was good and clean but also heating himself up. One of the disadvantages of being a serpent, he thought. Crowley wasn't exactly cold blooded when he was in his body but he definitely ran a bit colder than what the humans considered normal, so getting splashed with cold water just compounded the situation. Aziraphale looked up from his book when he heard the shower turn off and some movement. He miracled up a nice, hot cup of Crowley's favorite coffee and smiled a little. The smile faded almost as soon as Crowley came out of the bathroom and Aziraphale swallowed.
Crowley hadn't bothered to get redressed before stepping out into the living room to talk to Aziraphale. He hadn't really seen a point. Aziraphale had already seen pretty much everything there was to see when they'd made the switch. And he thought it would be fun to make the angel squirm a little bit. He did have a towel wrapped around him, hanging low on his hips, and used another towel to dry his hair. When he brought it down, he knew it was nicely touseled. He called it his "just fucked" look.
"That coffee?" Crowley asked a wide eyed Aziraphale as he made his way over to the table and the very obviously not Aziraphale's mug. Aziraphale just kept staring at him. Crowley hid a smirk behind the mug as he sipped the coffee. Had he actually managed to break the angel?
Aziraphale cleared his throat and nodded as he reacted a little too late. Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned. He thought. Oh the things that were running through his mind were definitely very sinful indeed.
"Did you say something?" Crowley tilted his head, not hiding his smirk this time.
"I...um...no." Aziraphale shook his head vigorously. Before Crowley could respond, the room was suddenly filled with a bright, white light.
"He says he's a sinner, Crowley. He's been a very bad boy. You should punish him." The voice came from the light.
"What?" The angel and the demon said simultaneously as they exchanged looks before looking back up at the shining light.
"You heard me." The voice said and then the light was gone. The two of them were silent for a moment before Crowley smiled at Aziraphale, a little twinkle in his eye.
"Is that right, angel? Have you been a bad boy?" Crowley sauntered closer to Aziraphale and stood right in front of his chair. He reached out and traced a finger along Aziraphale's cheek.
"That....might be the case, yes." Aziraphale cleared his throat. He was starting to turn as red as Crowley's hair and it made the demon smile even more. "How am I supposed to be a good angel with you standing there in nothing but a towel and fresh out of the shower and.....glistening?" He spat out, obviously flustered. Was it getting hot in his flat?
"Glistening?" Crowley said with a slight laugh. "Am I glistening?" He looked down at himself. Crowley decided to add a little evil and took his hand away from Aziraphale's cheek. He lightly ran his fingers over his chest and abs, down toward the towel that was the only thing keeping him from being completely naked.
In the grand scheme of things, angels were actually sexless. They didn't need the various parts required for physical intimacy. And demons had been angels at one point, so their parts were only there if they wanted them to be. Crowley decided, at that particular moment, that he definitely wanted the parts to be there.
"I...um...well...yes." Aziraphale's eyes were practically glued to Crowley's fingers as they trailed over his skin. He very much wanted to follow those fingers with his tongue. A thought which immediately made him turn crimson. Oh what was Crowley doing to him? Wasn't he supposed to be the good one? And then it struck him. Crowley was doing exactly what he'd always done. He was tempting. It was his job.
"So, you've been a very naughty boy, having all kinds of thoughts about me. Is that it?" Crowley licked his lips and kept his eyes on Aziraphale. There seemed to be an entire dialogue that went through his head, seen in a split second flash behind his eyes. Aziraphale had come to some kind of decision.
"You're trying to tempt me." Aziraphale said. He meant for it to come out as strong and accusatory but it only managed to sound like a plea for help.
"That is my job." Crowley said with a nod. "But this time it's a bit different."
"And why is that?" Aziraphale cleared his throat again. It really was very difficult to not give in to the temptation.
"This time, we've got her blessing." Crowley said as he pointed to the ceiling. He had had absolutely no doubt that the voice coming through the light was most definitely God.
"I....well....yes. That does seem to be the case." He nodded and licked his lips as he looked at Crowley. He really was rather scrumptous.
"Do you need to be punished, angel?" Crowley straddled Aziraphale's lap and started to undo his bowtie. The way he was sitting, the towel didn't completely cover what was underneath.
"Yes." Aziraphale whispered. "I've been very, very bad." He put his hands on Crowley's hips. Crowley smirked a little as he felt the bulge in Aziraphale's trousers suddenly appear. So Aziraphale was definitely wanting the parts to be there as well.
"I think you need a spanking." Crowley leaned in and flicked his tongue across Aziraphale's ear. He smiled when the angel shuddered and gripped his hips a little tighter.
"Yes." This time it was almost a moan. He hadn't felt anything like what he was feeling in that very moment. He could only describe the feeling as exquisite. Crowley stopped working on Aziraphale's tie and put his hands over the angel's, removing them from his hips so he could get up. He then let the towel drop to the floor before pointing toward the bedroom.
"Go to your room, naughty boy." Crowley said with a grin. He hadn't ever seen Aziraphale move as fast as he did that very moment. His grin grew a little more as he slowly followed. This was definitely going to be fun.
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