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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HEY GUESS WHAT ME TOO

[confoundthemighty]

“Yes.”

The word is nearly a sob of relief.

That flicker of Crowley’s tongue—one now augmented by a handful of sweet new memories—sends a shiver through him powerful enough to animate the body of the serpent-double. It slithers from Crowley’s shoulders down to Aziraphale’s waist, caressing coils pulling up the folds of his silken robe so that they no longer cover his cock; in response his whole body flushes, not from shame but from excitement. Aziraphale gasps in a breath, caught up in a pang of startled lightness in admitting the truth.

“Oh—I know I shouldn’t.” He’s melting into Crowley’s embrace, all resistance uncoiling its grip on him as he lets the confession free. “But I do. I do, I want it.”

Between their bodies, the snake moves in a thick and suggestive slide, as if trying to loop them closer together.

THREE TIMES MAKES IT A TREND

[duckshaveears]

Crowley had completely forgotten about the snake. In his hindbrain, the very small part not occupied by an armful of aroused, eager, half-naked angel (which deserves a lot of attention, so there really is very little left of Crowley’s brain to question), he remembers the snake is sort of him but really a part of Aziraphale himself and under Aziraphale's direction rather than his own, which suggests a number of interesting possibilities and inclinations on Aziraphale's part.

That same part also wonders how many kinks are involved in having a threesome with your own doppelganger in ophidian form, then sets it aside. The snake is part of Aziraphale, therefore Crowley loves it unreservedly, no more information needed. Besides, it's helpfully pushing what few clothes Aziraphale is wearing out of the way, and Crowley is not about to argue with that.

"Then take it." He keeps his voice low and throaty, heat and honey. "Take what you want. It's yours. I'm yours."

Pressed together like this it's easy to rub his thigh against the thick, heavy cock hanging between them, teasing. It leaves a wet streak along his skin, and Crowley growls a little at this evidence of Aziraphale's desire. The snake grows larger, longer, as it loops around their waists, pulling them closer. It rests its head on Crowley’s shoulder, and Crowley pulls back just far enough for Aziraphale to be able to see them both. "All of me is yours."