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“You’ve been reading that book for hours.” The redhead bumped his nose against the back of the angel’s neck, then gave his skin a nibble. They’d been cuddling in bed for a while now. Crowley was spooning his angel, nuzzling close as Aziraphale read an impossibly thick book that never seemed to end. He was sort of hoping that Aziraphale would put the book down so they could mess around, but he seemed rather invested in his light reading and Crowley didn’t want to interrupt.
“It has not been hours. Besides, if you didn’t want me reading, you shouldn’t have gifted me those books. Honestly, Crowley, what did you expect?” Aziraphale didn’t look away from his book, opting to turn the page instead.
Crowley made a vague noise but didn’t protest, only wedging himself tighter against Aziraphale and giving him another squeeze. He nipped the back of the angel’s neck, then kissed the spot with a bit of tongue. His hands came around to the front of Aziraphale’s shirt and began to fiddle with the buttons, wanting to see if he would react. He knew he was being a distraction, but it wasn't entirely his fault. He just wanted attention. If the angel asked for him to stop, he would.
Aziraphale continued to read, unaffected by his partner’s antics. By now, he’d grown used to Crowley wordlessly asking for his attention. They were allowed to have those things now. Aziraphale let out a soft sigh. As subtly as he could, he pressed back against Crowley, reaching with one hand to stroke his outer thigh. “What’s going on, my love? Can I help you with anything?” Aziraphale placed a finger on the page he was on, just in case.
“Mm, no. You’re reading. I just wanna cuddle. Maybe mess around a little bit. But only when you’re done with your chapter.” He spread his palm wide and pressed it to Aziraphale’s chest, feeling the light patter of his heartbeat beneath his sleep shirt. “I don’t want to distract you.”
“I’m just getting to the good bit. I’m going to finish up this chapter, but I’m not sure I want to stop here. It’s getting /very/ good. Where did you say you found this book again?”
“Some dead guy’s estate sale. I saw it signposted on the way home from the market. Figured you’d want to stop by if you were with me. Do you like it?” Crowley kissed his neck again, nuzzling against Aziraphale’s shoulder as he gave him another squeeze.
The angel giggled as Crowley cuddled into him like a kitten seeking warmth. He gave his thigh another squeeze, then patted it. “Yes, I do. Thank you, darling. This is quite nice. I must admit, I’m feeling extremely cozy.”
“Mm, yeah. Me too. It’s nice, getting to hold you like this. Feels good to be close to you.”
“You could be closer,” Aziraphale offered.
Crowley sat up a little, trying to read the angel’s expression. “Yeah? But…You’re reading.”
“I never said I wasn’t good at multitasking. Besides, it would be a natural turn of events. You’ve dedicated today to pampering me, haven't you? You went to the market for me and brought me a book. We’re cuddling in bed…It only seems fair that you make love to me as I indulge in my literature.”
Crowley was already undoing Aziraphale’s shirt buttons and tugging his shirt off as he kissed his neck with more purpose. “That’s a yes, then?” He asked, his voice going a bit lower.
“For Heaven’s sake, my love. Yes! But do try to keep quiet. I don’t want you distracting me with all of your beautiful sounds.” He let Crowley roll him onto his front and readjusted, finding his spot on the page again.
“You love it when I’m vocal!” The redhead snorted, urging Aziraphale to lift his hips so he could undress him and shuffle a pillow under his body. Today had been a day for his angel; Crowley wanted to pamper him as much as possible.
“I do,” Aziraphale admitted, lifting his hips and wiggling his bare arse in invitation. “Any day now, love.”
“Oí! I’m trying to make love to you.” He grinned cheekily. “Or did I accidentally pick up one of those spicy romance novels? You want me to ride in here on a horse and ravage you?” The demon chuckled at the thought. He caressed one arsecheek lovingly before slipping away to grab the lube out of the nightstand. “Really, though, how do you prefer it today? Your wish is my command, Angel.”
“I think a little lazy lovemaking would be perfect. It would be just the thing to kick off our afternoon.”
Crowley snickered at Aziraphale’s words. “Sure. I can do that.” He shuffled back onto the bed behind his angel, uncapping the lube and kneeling behind him. “Shall I put on some smooth jazz?” He teased, pouring a bit of the lube on his fingers to warm it.
“You’re not funny,” Aziraphale said, giggling anyway.
“Aw, I’m not?” Crowley smiled secretly from where he was kneeling behind Aziraphale. He pressed a slick finger into the angel, causing him to gasp softly and tense a bit. The demon glanced up, noticing that Aziraphale’s finger had stopped trailing down the page. Satisfied, he smirked, beginning to work his finger in and out. “That alright?”
Aziraphale sighed, settling a bit as he resumed reading. “Mm, yes, dear. That’s perfect.”
Crowley couldn’t see his expression from where he was, but he was certain that Aziraphale was making that face he liked: the subtle lip bite with his eyebrows drawn up just a bit. “M’ not distracting you from your reading, am I?” He added a second finger, allowing time for Aziraphale to adjust before crooking them, searching for that subtle change in texture.
Aziraphale gasped suddenly, pressing back against Crowley’s hand to take his long fingers deeper. His finger nearly lost the spot he was on, but he managed to catch it in time.
Crowley only chuckled, repeating the action a few times before adding a third finger for good measure. “You alright down there? Don’t want to lose your page. May I suggest a bookmark?”
Aziraphale laughed, the sound dissolving into a whimper. “You’re a bastard,” he managed.
Crowley gave a little snort of his own, removing his fingers so he could grab the lube again to slick himself up. “You love it.” He shuffled forward, steadying a hand on Aziraphale’s plush hip. You’re so pretty, you know that?” He gave his hip an affectionate pat, shifting into a more comfortable position. “You ready?” Crowley steadied himself, reaching down with his other hand to guide his cock to Aziraphale’s entrance. He gave his buttock a gentle squeeze, waiting patiently for an answer.
“Mm, yes dear. Thank you. I’ve been ready all morning.” He pressed his hips back, huffing in annoyance when Crowley held him fast.
“Anything for you, Angel,” Crowley purred lowly, finally pressing his way inside.
Aziraphale bit his lip, stilling his finger on the page. He hitched in a breath, groaning softly at the back of his throat as Crowley’s cock sank deeper inside of him. His eyes fluttered shut, then he was back on his book, continuing to read. “Goodness, dear,” he gasped. “You’ve made me quite needy, I’m afraid.”
“Sorry. Did I make you wait too long?” The demon paused when he was about halfway in, wanting to give Aziraphale time to adjust. He grunted pleasantly, however, when the blond pushed back, so he continued until his hips were flush with his angel’s bottom.
“Well, I was– ooh…Hoping you would catch on. You were taking the time to pamper me, after all. I thought that extended– ah…To all areas.”
“You could have just asked.” Crowley pointed out, readjusting so he could begin to thrust his hips slowly. Aziraphale had wanted lazy lovemaking, so he was going to give him that.
Aziraphale kept reading, finding himself losing focus whenever Crowley’s cockhead nudged against his prostate. “Mnh– I know that. I just thought that– ooh! You’d say if you wanted to make love…Ah, darling, that’s– right there.”
“I…Mm…I always want you,” he insisted, shutting his eyes against the pleasure. “All the time, Angel. You could wake me up in the middle of the night and I’d still say yes. I’ll take you whenever you want. I love you.” He caressed his hips, then slid one hand up to place it against Aziraphale’s broad back. His other hand went to his waist, his fingertips tracing over the gentle give of him.
Aziraphale moaned and turned the page of his book, not paying much attention to it anymore. Crowley always took such good care of him, and sex was no exception. It was a wonderful discovery to make when they first moved in together and made love for the first time. The demon had been so eager to please him back then, and absolutely nothing had changed over the years. He was just as attentive to him every time. Aziraphale couldn’t be more grateful.
“Ssso, what exactly are you reading? Anything good?” Crowley leaned over Aziraphale and rested his chin on his shoulder, not paying any mind to the words on the pages. He just wanted an excuse to be closer to his angel and perhaps sneak in a few more kisses. The demon sped up the movement of his hips, huffing a pleasured sigh against his skin.
Aziraphale had to gather himself before he could respond. “Oh, it’s nothing all that special. Just a bit about Renaissance art. Ah, love, could you– yes, dear, just there. Just like that…Mm!”
Crowley kissed up the curve of his shoulder to his neck, pausing to whisper in his ear. “Want me to make you crêpes after this?”
“Oh, darling, you spoil me– oh! Y-yes! Love! Oh, f-fuck!” Aziraphale whimpered, both hands leaving the book so he could grab ahold of the sheets. The book fell shut and was knocked to the side, completely forgotten.
Crowley always liked it whenever he managed to make Aziraphale curse in bed. He miracled a bookmark to hold the page Aziraphale was on, grateful that he had his lover’s attention now. “That good, Angel? I’ve got you all– ah– worked up now, h-haven’t I?” He grit his teeth against a moan, resting his forehead on his lover’s shoulder.
“Yes, yes, please…Just a bit faster. Oh, oh…Ah! Yes, stay right there! Fuck! O-oh! Crowley!” He blabbered, reaching back to tangle his fingers in Crowley’s hair. He held him there, not letting him move. Not that Crowley minded, of course. He loved having his hair pulled.
The demon only kissed his skin again and obliged him by rocking his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock over his prostate. “Are you getting close, Aziraphale? Am I giving you what you need? Hm?” He moaned against his shoulder, then reached around, wriggling his hand between Aziraphale’s hips and the pillow. He had to feel around for a moment, but his hand found the angel’s cock eventually.
Aziraphale practically sobbed when Crowley began to stroke him off. He arched back, not entirely sure which stimulation he wanted to entertain more. “Crowley, love– mm! I’m going to come. Please, don’t stop– don’t change anything! Ah, that’s perfect! Mmnh!–”
“Shh, that’s it…I’ve got you, Angel,” Crowley kissed his trembling shoulder again, keeping his lips pressed there even after Aziraphale gasped and tensed below him, then cried out with orgasm. He allowed himself to move a bit faster, following Aziraphale over the edge. Crowley was never far behind Aziraphale, especially when it came to lovemaking.
Afterward, Crowley allowed himself to settle atop his angel, lazily kissing his neck, shoulders, and back. When Aziraphale began to wriggle beneath him, the demon pulled out and flopped down beside him, pulling the blond into his arms. “There we are. Did you end up finishing that chapter?”
Aziraphale was still trying to catch his breath by the time Crowley had pulled him close. “Oh, no…I’m afraid you did distract me. Just a bit.” He tucked his head against Crowley’s chest and the demon brought a hand up to rub his back soothingly.
“Ah, ‘M sorry.” He leaned in a bit, pecking the angel gently on the lips. “Page two hundred and thirty-six.”
“What?”
“That’s the page you were on before you dropped your book. I noticed. Page two hundred and thirty-six. I thought up a neat bookmark for you, too. Y'know, those silver Victorian ones you like so much.” The redhead gave Aziraphale a wicked grin, clearly pleased with himself.
Aziraphale, on the other hand, looked about ready to jump his bones. He grabbed Crowley by his unbuttoned collar and began to snog him silly, practically knocking the demon off of the bed in an attempt to get on top of him.
As gently as he could, Crowley brought up a hand to Aziraphale’s chest, indulging him in a few more kisses before turning his face away, causing the angel to kiss his cheek instead.
“Is something the matter, darling?” Aziraphale asked, brushing his demon’s hair off of his forehead.
“Nothing. I was just thinking…I did promise you crêpes, didn’t I?” Crowley cupped Aziraphale’s face in his hand, stroking his thumb over his cheekbone.
“You did,” the angel said with a half-smile. “But…Cuddle me for a while first?"
Crowley grinned like an idiot. “Yeah. I’m always down for that. Cuddles, then crêpes. And then maybe you can read to me some more.” He winked up at him. “I think I’m beginning to like the world of literary arts now.”
“Oh? Am I convincing you to browse my collection?”
Crowley walked his fingers up Aziraphale’s chest, knowing they were both going to get exactly what they wanted. “How about we finish the next chapter and see how we feel?”