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[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he stands in front of a window, winter light streaming in around him and highlighting his white wings. Clever people may notice he's added another ring, silver and black on the fourth finger of his left hand as he folds them in front of him and beams. More than his usual polite interest, his eyes are shining and he looks positively radiant and may, in fact, be glowing just a hair.

When he speaks, his voice is like warm honey]

Hello, I'd like to take the time to welcome all the newcomers to our lovely little situation. It may seem odd and even frightening to be so far from home. You may feel overwhelmed by the task ahead of you and that you may not be able to accomplish healing the corruption that has blighted this land. But I can assure you, it's possible. Some of it has already been cleansed and purified.

How, you may ask?

Why, through our efforts. As a unit. As a group. A team even. Everyone has value and worth here. We are all able to contribute. And there are many here who would help you and guide you to settling in. Finding your way. I'd call upon Lydia if you needed a ready mind and an open ear. Or Eleanor or Richie if you wanted someone to drink and commiserate with. Michael is always splendid to talk to. If there are any children among you, Webby [goodness, what a name] and Leia are wonderful playmates. [so he assumes]

And there are plenty of others here to help.

As for me, I am your local librarian. [his grin widens as this is very new and not even Crowley knows it yet] The selection here is rather small and limited at the moment,but feel free to come in and browse and check out [his wings twitch a little at that] at your leisure. But do see the books are returned in a timely manner. After all, I know where you live. [a smile as if it's a joke]

To that end, I am offering a slight commission for any one who can bring me a book that they find in the wilds or wherever. If you're interested, please take stock of what the library already offers. I'm not interested in copies of mundane things here, but other sorts of books. They don't necessarily have to be non-fiction, but any sort of spell work, spell craft or magic theory that you can find I will pay top dollar for. And also limited or first editions.

[he is not sure where he'll get the top dollar, but nevermind]

Aside from that, welcome to all who have come.

If you have any questions or wish to seek the personal attentions of the head librarian, my consultation hours are posted on the office door.

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[serpentinthegarden]

"And why not?" Crowley smiled as laying on the angel as he was that squirm of Aziraphale's had been felt through out his entire person. "You had your way with me." His hand drifted down to the second button in the line though like the first he toyed with it for several, hopefully... agonizingly long minutes, before working it loose. "Quid pro quo, angel."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He was taking an eternity and Aziraphale could only feel a sliver of cooler air on his chest. Already he wanted more. He giggled at the had your way part.

"I did, rather."

He tugged a bit at Crowley's hair, face heating. "But you're not going to-- I mean...of course you wouldn't..." Oh, he could hardly say it! Certainly he wouldn't-- After all Aziraphale had never experienced it himself before, and knew he would fly to absolute pieces.

[serpentinthegarden]

"Of course I would!"

Those two layers of shirt were ever so gently pried apart as he slowly sank down towards the gap. His smirk parted allowing his tongue to lash out and run the length of Aziraphale's chest to his collar bone.

"Now that I know that's a thing."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

The sight of that dipping tongue was enough to give him goosebumps, but the feel of it was even worse. "O-oh!" He couldn't help but arch a bit, grip tightening on Crowley's hair as his legs shifted restlessly.

Oh dear. Oh that was going to be-- He was going to feel--

"But--- but are you sure? It's just-- I've never-- no one ever-- I wouldn't know where to put my face for one thing."

[serpentinthegarden]

Crowley drew back just far enough to watch Aziraphale's eyes drift from blissful enjoyment to concern as he tittered on, mentioning problems that really didn't exist.

"What does your face have to do with it? I imagine you will be too busy screaming 'oh' to worry about that."

A feather light kiss landed on those still fluttering lips.

"Or my name. It'd be alright if you screamed my name."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"I meant, my dear, my face will be completely red." It wasn't as if he was concerned per se, more nervous, but in a giddy sort of way. The new and novel sometimes did that to him.

But then he couldn't help but laugh.

"That cocky are you? You've never even done this before. I might hardly notice." There was a definite challenge in his voice.

[serpentinthegarden]

"You'll notice!"

So said with that same confidence his earlier boast had held but with a hint of a laugh of his own hidden just below the surface. Aziraphale did have a fine giggle and Crowley loved feeling his tummy shake up and down as the musical laughter filled the room, but he simply couldn't allow that challenge to go by unanswered.

"If an angel can do it then it stands to reason a demon could do it better."

Even taking into account he was a rather green demon as far as all of this was concerned... he considered himself a quick study and able to improvise.

The first foray came not from the hand which was busy teasing out another button but from below. Crowley shifted a leg rhythmically up and down between Aziraphale's, but slowly... and after each stroke his knee came teasingly closer to staying right between the angel's thighs.

"And if your face gets red, so much the better. You look amazing in red."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Shush." His face got red even just speaking about it. Did Crowley really think he looked amazing in red? It was difficult to feel much pride with the other warring sensations, the pop of another button, the restless shifting of that leg.

"Perhaps a demon can." He smirked and shifted his own leg, pinning that restless one on the spot. "But if he's not careful he will be outwiled."

[serpentinthegarden]

It so depended on the red really... That beautiful rosy pink color his cheeks blossomed into suited him perfectly but a dense brick red would have seemed entirely out of place. Maybe Crowley ought to have said Aziraphale wore excitation well. A low growl of appreciation followed the capturing of his knee. It was alluring finding himself suddenly pinioned between angelic thighs and he felt the tremor in his wings as they reacted with a desire to stretch out behind him like a protective cloak or some kind of proud display to impress the angel beneath him. Snugly tucked in Aziraphale's wings though this could only be a feeling and not acted upon. He was already being outwiled? "I don't think it's possible to outwile a demon." He spoke with only a shadow of doubt of this. As he fiddled free yet another shirt bottom. There was only the one left and he smiled at that one lone toggle like it were some golden trophy. "Never made it this far before, you usually stop me at the third button." The trophy was snatched as the last button came free in his hand, allowing him to tease open those loose folds of shirt, gradually letting the chill air touch the angel's skin before doing anything at all himself.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh that growl did dreadful things to him. His flush deepened pleasantly as his blood surged, mostly downward. He could feel Crowley's wings twitch under his intriguingly, and brushed those dark feathers with his own.

"I shall do my level best," he breathed, reminding himself to keep that leg thoroughly trapped between his thighs lest it got up to mischief. He sucked in a breath at the chill on his skin, shivering. It felt oddly stimulating, if only because he knew the warmth wasn't far behind.

"Oh, Crowley," he murmured and tugged at that hair impatiently. "Touch me..."

[serpentinthegarden]

Savoring that brush of wing against his Crowley actually closed his eyes for a moment just to feel, it was so soft, so tender... had to have been love in its simplest form.
The more complicated version was sprawled out in front of him when he opened his eyes again, bare chested and pleading. That was enough to make any demon cocky as Hell!

"Barely even started and you are already calling out my name."

He smirked but obliged by first running his hands up Aziraphale's chest deliberately taking his time to pet each sinew and muscle on his way to thread his thin fingers between each rib. They were like perfect handholds allowing him to maintain balance as he drifted towards Aziraphale's stomach. A naval was often overlooked but this one wouldn't be. Crowley softly kissed his way around it, flickering out his tongue at the end of the journey to tickle the 'button' portion.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He huffed. "I wasn't calling your name I was giving an ooooo ohhhh ooh mm...." Those hands! Those devilish hands. They were everywhere, crackling along his bare skin. It was horrible. He squirmed, trying to remember to keep that sneaky leg trapped but it was so hard. It was hard even to remember what he'd been talking about.

He sort of remembered as Crowley drifted further, distracted as he was by that hot breath against his belly.

"Order." He meant to say it but ended up squeaking it at the soft kisses that made him suck in a breath and he squeaked again at the heated tip of the tongue, arching into it before he could think of stopping himself.

"Crowleyy, you horrible thing! That's not remotely fair! If you-- If you do that further, I--!" Oh the thought was terrifying and intoxicating and terrifyingly intoxicating. "Fiend." He pressed the knuckles of one hand against his own mouth and the other he kept tangled in Crowley's hair.

"I can hardly bear it."

[serpentinthegarden]

"That was you giving order?"

He sounded slightly affronted but his eyes twinkled as he contemplated the best way to get revenge for that. With his hands on those ribs it would have been easy enough to wiggle them and tickle the bastard into submission. The tried and true tummy raspberry worked a treat on a child getting out of hand. But for an order giving angel only one punishment really seemed to fit.

"What if I didn't do it further but lower?"

On the move again his hands sailed downward, over that, it had to be thought, cute belly button, and down to the clasp of Aziraphale's trousers.

"It might be a little difficult to reach if you don't let go of my hair but... I could improvise?"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

It was! It had been. He let out a breath as those hands went lower and down to his trousers. Even the faint shifting of material against his surging interest was an agony and he wanted to strain against it. The thought of those hot hands moving deviously along him was enough to give him a full body shiver.

But... No. If Crowley wanted an order, he would get an order. Aziraphale shifted slightly, lifted his head and looked down at him with lowered eyes. When he spoke, it was the rough, honeyed voice of command.

"Oh, no Crowley. You're to use your mouth."

[serpentinthegarden]

"And what if I don't?" Those bedroom eyes were far too tempting to give into but he stayed right where he was, grinning away until his wicked teeth appeared. His knee shifted, just to give the angel more to worry about... but it was the feathers that found their way into trouble first. They mightn't have been able to flare out but they could tuck in closer, even come around to the front to run a devilishly long flight feather against that now freed interest of Aziraphale's.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Aziraphale watched him, trying to seem stern even as he struggled to come up with some kind of ultimatum. The knee distracted him only a little-- But that feather. That horrible devious feather brushing against him, sending his nerves on fire, his fingers curling into the sofa arm behind him, dragging through Crowley's hair.

"Ohh... Oh... Oh then... then... I shall..." He had no idea, his thoughts scattered to the wind as every sensation felt heightened. "I shall beg without mercy..."

[serpentinthegarden]

The grin broke instantly into a hearty laugh. Beg without mercy! HA! He felt an almost instant sympathy with the poor angel's plight but reveled in the absurdity of the answer all the same. Some threat! It was wonderful!

"Nah, don't worry... I won't make you do that. Beg a little, sure, but without mercy..."

That was too far for this demon anyway.

The dark wing lifted and withdrew to the safety of Crowley's back before he leaned closer. Ducking down under the canopy of those white wings he started gingerly at first, taking a small flickering taste here or there with his tongue before running the length of the saluting thing as he had Aziraphale's chest earlier.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh, that laugh. That laugh could charm the very birds from the sky. It was as precious as diamonds and he wanted to make it happen again. Though he was caught on beg a little... As soon as that wonderful devious feather shifted away, he wondered if he would beg at all. His breath caught as Crowley moved downward and he resolved in himself to

"Eep!" That devilishly flickering tongue! His feathers fluffed at every little heated touch.

"Crowley- Crowley, please Ah..." That heated stripe upwards made his hips arch along with it. He hooked a leg over Crowley as best he could, and wished he had something else to cling to.

"You'll discorporate me. I'll never survive..."

[serpentinthegarden]

"Eep is a funny word."

Crowley meanwhile was feeling a touch philosophical as he leaned away enough to watch the angel writhing beneath him. A little more prolonged agony, Aziraphale could take it even if he claimed he couldn't.

"And it has got to be just about the finest word in the English language. Second only to my name which you did call out several times already."

He added that last playful jab, just highlighting his victory, before deciding to put the poor angel out of his misery. Crowley added a wink to his mischievous smile before ducking back under those wings.

A flutter of trepidation crept up as he knew what would happen next but not really what that would be like. Really... too late to worry over that now, he drove the butterflies away with a few more quick tongue lashes meant to draw out some surprised gasps. Those did spur on his wicked nature! Crowley's hands then settled on Aziraphale's hips to hold him as still as possible for when the gentle sucking began.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Oh! You foul thing--! You with your cheeky grin. I've made you call out ahhh! Mmmmm. You... You--!" He bit his knuckle lightly at the tongue lashing, little streaks of fire going all through him and even his wings beat restlessly, the one that could freely move anyway, with the desire of it. His toes curled against the fabric of the couch.

And then-- Oh! He kept his hips still with great effort, those heated hands on them helped-- but he wanted to lunge into that tentatively sucking mouth. The heat was too much. The wet of it. The devious insidious tongue. He was going to die. He knew it. Die gloriously but this would be the last breath he would take on this mortal plane.

He reached down and tugged at his hair, because of the need to hold onto him, to touch him, even as a particularly well placed movement had him crying out in a voice sharp as a gull's.

"Oh Crowley. Oh my darling. Oh my love. Please. More. Give me more. As much as you can. I need you so badly. Please."

[serpentinthegarden]

The angel's wing beat against his dark folded pair and that hand brushing through his hair caught and tugged, not just the one time. Uh no! This was like a continuing pressure yanking against his scalp. Love... was getting violent.

But those pleading words! The anguish and the desire in them were wonderful to hear!

It got him to thinking maybe he was being too gentle. Aziraphale was an angel but it wasn't like he was made of glass.

Crowley lovingly pushed back against the leg coiling its way around him, making the angel work for that hold if he wanted to maintain it, and set about massaging those hips even as he held them in place. A few added incentives to tease out a favorable outcome.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He held onto him as best he could, squirming at the massage and in doing so, pushing further into that too heated mouth, that too delightful tongue. It was too much. It wasn't enough.

"Faster, darling. Please. Grip me tighter. Before I go mad." He could feel himself building up, the tight coils of pleasure roping through him. But he needed just a little more to get there.

[serpentinthegarden]

"Mmhrm." He might have said something highly intelligent there about the benefits of a touch of madness only he was slightly busy else where. Crowley was beginning to suspect he might be something of a soft touch for this amount of attention would have been plenty for him. Maybe he was just... easy. Was that what humans meant by saying some one was easy!? Never going to speak these things aloud to Aziaphale though, the angel would think he had won or something... Cheeky angel. Instead he shifted his position, bringing that knee that was no longer pinned between Aziraphale's thighs more directly underneath him to give himself a better angle. He ended up practically sitting on one of Aziraphale's legs like he was about to perform a tea ceremony. Crowley's hands were then granted the freedom to wander, down a leg, over a stomach, where ever the spirit of adventure took them but one remained right on that hip where it had been from the start like a steadying anchor to hold the poor tortured thing more tightly. His technique didn't change much though. Crowley was enjoying that slow buildup of pressure and the pleading stirred something in his wicked nature that made him want to prolong the agony so he did so with a happy little growl to indicate as much. It skirted cruelty but they would get there eventually... There was no need to go too fast. Was there angel?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Ohhhhh~" That hum did things to him and he was quite sure now that Crowley was doing this on purpose. Drawing it out. Driving him mad. He squirmed under the touches, arching uselessly against that hand and cried out as the other found ticklish spots or anywhere at all!

It was too much! The peak was so close! The release was so close and so far away and then-- the growl

It rumbled around him and his body arched into it without him, his skin flushed and prickling with pleasure and need at that noise.

"Oh God--!" He clapped a hand over his mouth, moaning at another heated suck through his fingers. "Oh fuck. Crowley, please."

[serpentinthegarden]

Uncertain about the wisdom in calling for divine intervention at this particular moment Crowley still smiled into his work... and as Aziraphale had asked nicely might just have increased the pace. Please was a magic word in some quarters and this time it had worked its magic on a demon.

Not that he was in any hurry at all to see an end to that absolutely intoxicating squirming, but all good things...