Buck Moon - Backdated to July 5th

[serpentinthegarden]

First one to make a comment about my new 'rack' will be labeled unoriginal.

[Crowley tilted his head at the screen, feeling the odd weight of the new set of antlers resting on his head. ]

What is this Midsummer Night's Dream? Should I strike a pose?

[Whether he should or not he did! And with an appropriately 'garden' type backdrop and sank into a soliloquy.]



I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.

[He snorted a laugh before holding up his hand upon which two different rings were battling it out for a place on his finger. An inexpensive black ring with a single white diamond sat beside a more expensive looking black ring encircled by white diamonds.]

Bizarre and damned annoying monster transformations aside I actually have one of those odd married persons questions. You have the wedding ring and the engagement ring... do you wear both? Pick one? I feel like I should set the first one aside, in a jewelry box or something, but it's kinda special. Not that the other one isn't! But the wedding ring hasn't been magically blessed like the smaller one. Opinions, go.

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[serpentinthegarden]

Bland?

[ A touch of that old demonic fury sprung to light in his face but was held in check by those cheeky eyes. He knew manipulation when he saw it but... his voice gained volume as he repeated the word anyway. ]

BLAND?? Even if those fingernails running over my stomach feel incredible... you are asking for trouble and not the sort you are hoping for!

[ It was the sort of trouble that started at your hips and tickled its way up to your ribs. The insidious laugh out loud tickle torture sort of trouble! ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Well... [a pout and he grazed his fingernails over that stomach, trying to ignore the way his cheeks flushed a little and his wings fluffed a lot] What would get me the sort of trouble I'm hoping for.

...Theoretically.

[serpentinthegarden]

Mm... Theoretically...

[ His hands wandered as he spoke, threatening the tickling to those angel ribs but not delivering on it when there was a potential new offer on the table. ]

And it is only theoretical! But as it's our 'first time' and all... you might try a song.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[a faint titter at those fingers roved quite dangerous spots and he squirmed a bit--

Then was thrown off completely]

A ...song? [well... that was something he'd never expected but] Well...do you have a request?

[serpentinthegarden]

Weeeelllll... again this is all theoretical, but as it is the only first honeymoon we'll get... it should probably be something sappy, and heart felt, and one-hundred percent...

[ He leaned in to kiss Aziraphale's nose like it was the tenderest of butterflies. ]

Romantic.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[another pout. That had not quite been what he had been going for. But-- If Crowley wished it he would provide. The demon had better not be teasing him about it or he really would be cross.

But then he smirked a little and began to sing softly]

I'll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don't know
I'll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you're home....

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you're twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
'Cause I see you...

[serpentinthegarden]

[ He had been thinking about it. Make Aziraphale sing and then leave him hanging. Torment the silly thing for saying his opening gambit was bland! But how could he when such a song was picked? Whatever annoyance there was dissolved, along with those last few toggles so that when he melted against his dear annoyingly sweet angel his bare chest ended snugly pressed against Aziraphale's.

And he did as the song requested. He did put his hands down... just as far down as Aziraphale would allow it until the angel's none-to-hidden desires were cupped in his palms. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he glowed a little, pleased with himself.It was nice to make Crowely's expression melt so and he did so love the lean press of his body. He might have squeaked a little at the hands, but enjoyed them right where they were. He let his own rove over Crowley's stomach and chest and around to his back, stroking shoulderblades and wing joints and the line of his spine with fingernails]

It's an interesting song from...that group you like. [he pressed a kiss to Crowley's chin. His jaw. His cheek]

I can sing more if you like.

[serpentinthegarden]

[ His feathers quivered as the down over his joints was ruffled and he slithered lower over the angel's body while his own was being pampered with those loving touches. ]

Sing. If you can...

[ He spoke between kisses, working between each holy pectoral, pulling little nibbles of skin between his teeth and leaving those rosy patches with a soothing brush of his soft lips. ]

I like you singing.

[ Crowley's hands shifted, brushing softly over his prize but occasionally taking a firmer grasp in wicked warning over how difficult he intended to make hitting the proper notes. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[those feather quivers.... were a bit difficult to hang onto as Crowley began to sink, those lips and teeth doing their evil work.]

I ... ah Hmmm... S-sing? [he holds on a bit tighter at a particularly sweet bite.]

Yes though please do make a request. I'm not very creative. [oh that squeeze! He squirmed a bit and tried to find some kind of revenge. He settled on scratching the narrow length of that back, then had to lean to avoid an antler.]

[serpentinthegarden]

[ He did risk being gored when Crowley arched into the claws racking his back. Such a thrill of delight made it difficult to even think of a song! He just spat a title, the first that came to mind with his thoughts swirling with weddings, white, and angel feathers. ]

Beautiful in White. Sing that one.

[ Crowley meanwhile attempted to mauver in such a way so that he could proceed onward and lower without digging into anything vital with those nasty horns and he didn't entirely manage. His hungry tongue may have found a delightfully unteased nipple to lap but the point of his longest antler discovered a collar bone to poke at the same time. ]

[blessedarethebookmakers]

Oh you--

[you're fortunate that he knows that one by some miracle. Aziraphale cleared his throat, breath hitching only a little]

Not sure if you know this
But when we first met
I- eep! [oh that devilish tongue! And the antler... well that was slightly more uncomfortable. He didn't mind a scrape or nip or scratch but it was distracting and he was almost afraid Crowley would put an eye out]

Er... if you don't mind, dear...

[and a brief spell later the antlers were wrapped in thin velvet which would hopefully blunt any points while feeling good against the skin] Does that feel alright?

[serpentinthegarden]

[ His eyes drifted upward as if he could actually see what had been done to those bloody antlers without searching out a reflection in the bed frame to peer into. ]

It's fine.

[ It didn't hurt or anything, and it was only perceptible as a minor change in weight, but... ]

This damn rack might make things difficult though... giving what I was hoping to do.

[blessedarethebookmakers]

O-oh... [he bit his lip. Just what was Crowley attempting to do?] Well... perhaps.. we're in the wrong position for it.

[flushing a bit he disentangled himself from Crowley and rolled onto his back. The unlaced top fell open made him blush even more and he swallowed, glancing at Crowley with nervously fluffing feathers]

What do you think about this?

[serpentinthegarden]

[ Glorious. Pretty. Seductive.

Many different words came to mind and paled all at once at the sight of his beloved angel drifting back into that sea of rumpled lace but he smirked and offered the one he felt was the best fit. ]

Tempting.

[ His head tilted from side to side as he judged the weight of the antlers on his head and the angle at which those points might still contact angelic flesh if he dove right back into what he had been planning. ]

But, I think we might come round to the same problem unless...

[ Fingers danced over Aziraphale's leg, tickling and lifting as he directed one of those fine legs up to rest on his shoulder where the pale knee could be kissed again this time with the antlers well above stabbing range. He practically hummed with the delight of nipping at Aziraphale's kneecap. ]

How does it suit you, angel?

[blessedarethebookmakers]

[he fluffed, pleased that he could be tempting to such a gorgeous creature. He resolved to be even more so, even as his cheeks pinked -- then darkened further as a giggle escaped from hi at those tickling fingers. He gasped at the kiss, the muffled heat through the stocking only making it more alluring. It was all he could do not to kick at the devious little nibble]

O-oh--

[how was it? Like this he felt so ..exposed. Even more so. Certain parts of him were gathering interest while the rest of him was beginning to regret the lace which tickled horribly]

I-- It very much suits-- Though if you keep staring at me so, I'm not certain how long I shall last.