Another Year, Another Open RP Post

[duckshaveears]

Currently offering: Crowley, angel!Crowley, Haleth. Will update this if that changes. If you want one of those three, have at it.

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OH HE WILL BE. and HEE it is such a cute expression

[confoundthemighty]

The second Crowley leans forward, Aziraphale scoots himself closer, almost to the edge of the table. He spreads his thighs a little wider, licks his lips—more for Crowley’s benefit than his own; after an evening spent teasing he wants to reward his demon as thoroughly as he can. Whatever that includes, he wants to provide.

“Tell me,” he purrs, low and commanding. Tell me what I can do for you now. He reaches out, manages to grasp at Crowley’s sleeve—just to be able to hold on to some part of him.

[duckshaveears]

"Want to paint you," Crowley rasps. His voice is already ragged and no wonder, after so long being wound up and ignoring it it's no surprise how needy he is. This won't take long at all and he doesn't care. "Mark you up, splatter my come all over you like icing. You're the last course of this feast, Aziraphale. Want to decorate you and lick it all off, and--ahh shit, fuck, fuck--!"

He'd started slow but sped up his fisting as he talked, and orgasm catches him by surprise, bending him over as he jerks and spills over his hand, Aziraphale's cunt and belly in long white stripes.

[confoundthemighty]

Aziraphale watches the realization hit, watches the wide-blown pupils of Crowley’s eyes roll upward and a beautiful warm expression blossom across his sharp features. He watches, rapt, relishing the heat that bursts across his bared skin as he drinks in the most incredible sight he’s ever seen—the last course of his own private feast, and an appetizer for the bounty that he hopes the rest of his existence will be.

In a rush of tenderness, Aziraphale leans forward to pull him into a loose embrace, one hand cradling the back of Crowley’s head and the other stroking gently along his back. His lips write wordless praise on whatever part of the demon’s face or neck he can reach, kisses curved with an impossibly fond smile. Little tastes of the boundless affection he no longer has to hold back.

hah, you caught me right as I was doing threads :) and hooray, one where Crowley DOESN'T go maudlin

[duckshaveears]

Crowley stays curled and panting for a minute, staring at the absolutely astonishing sight of his spend on Aziraphale's skin. For all his debauched fantasties and despite the past several...however long it's been...it still seems impossible.

Then Aziraphale reaches for him and pulls him down, taking some of his weight as Crowley leans limply (in more than one sense) against the angel. There's tender touches and strokes of fingers, and finally Crowley regains his senses enough to wrap an arm around him and hold him back. It's a ridiculous uncomfortable position for both of them, they're both something of a wreck, and he can't help but laugh. "Fuck, Aziraphale." He turns his face, kisses Aziraphale's cheek. Breathes in the smell of him, cologne and sweat and sex-musk. "That was quite the meal."

hopefully this doesn’t alter that TOO much ;)

[confoundthemighty]

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it.” Aziraphale’s smile is very nearly a grin, wide and beaming and giddy with pleasure. As awkward as the embrace is, it’s real, some invisible and imperceptible gap between them finally and blissfully bridged.

That sense of connection, along with the drunken rush of having finally (finally!) made his intentions known and confirming that his feelings were reciprocated, makes him braver than he’s felt in millennia.

“We didn’t actually finish the crêpe, but… we could have it for breakfast, if you like.”

nope he's beyond content. no angst for him this time.

[duckshaveears]

Crowley belatedly remembers the crêpe, which he never properly tasted and then shoved onto the floor in his haste to get at Aziraphale. Whoops. Though he can't say he has any regrets whatsoever.

"Angel," he says, a slow brilliant smile blooming in his face. "Are inviting me to stay for the night?"

aww. that makes two of them. <3

[confoundthemighty]

No one else, Aziraphale is sure, has ever gotten to see Crowley smile like this: delighted, unguarded, unshadowed. This is just for the rare moments between them that matter.

“Seeing as the social distancing guidelines haven’t actually lifted, you’d better make it the full two weeks of quarantine.”

As confident as the words are, there is something hopeful in his tone, something that hints at, please? He’s already offered himself up—every month of the year, every inch of his body—but after millennia of longing capped off by nearly a year in lockdown, he’s greedy for all the new intimacy that comes with this change, including a certain degree of reassurance.

they deserve purely happy/horny threads sometimes!

[duckshaveears]

Aziraphale's not wrong. No one has ever delighted Crowley the way Aziraphale does, so no one else has ever inspired this sort of smile. Though the sight of it is almost immediately lost as Crowley lunges forward to take another kiss, deep and passionate.

After several minutes of that he leans back just far enough to breathe. "Crêpes for breakfast sound perfect. I'll feed them to you in bed, even, if you want."

Speaking of which.

THEY ABSOLUTELY DO

[confoundthemighty]

“I’d love that,” Aziraphale sighs. “But we’d better clear the dishes first. And make sure the crêpe actually survived. I did make backup crêpes, but it’d be such a shame to lose that one before we’ve properly finished it.”

Do we want to let this wind down or keep going?

[duckshaveears]

"Yeah..." Crowley's reluctant to let go, even for just a few minutes. But they both have their trousers around their ankles and are frankly a mess, even without the need to clean up after dinner. "Yeah, fair enough."

He stands up properly, stretches his back, pulls his denims back up and re-buckles his belt. Then he helps Aziraphale start putting himself to rights. "I'd apologize for ruining your dessert course, but given the circumstances I'm not in the least bit sorry."

wind down, I think? Then we can do a sequel to the dream thread!

[confoundthemighty]

A bright, merry laugh breaks free of Aziraphale, and he takes a moment to grip Crowley’s shoulder. Just to make sure he has the demon’s full attention.

“My dear fellow.” His eyes are fond, but his grin is smug. “You didn’t ruin dessert. You were dessert. And if I may be so bold, you were delicious.”

first we have to finish the dream thread! but yes I agree :)

[duckshaveears]

Crowley laughs, then bends in to take a kiss. Without the frantic need of earlier driving it's a simpler but confident thing, affectionate and sure.

"I think you were the dessert, personally," he murmurs. "After all, you haven't had a taste of me yet. But perhaps we can amend that, in a little while?"