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Good Omens - Breaking the Rules
Title: Breaking the Rules
Rating: R
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Genres: humor, drabble
Summary: Aziraphale doesn't think it's a good idea. Crowley does.
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"This is not a good idea," Aziraphale said, stating the obvious.
He and Crowley were currently in a library, but they weren't doing anything innocent, like reading. No, Crowley had Aziraphale pressed against a bookcase - a bookcase filled with Christian books; Crowley loved irony - and was sucking at his neck like he was a vampire. Which, Crowley considered, he almost could be, if he wanted to.
He rolled his eyes at the statement, and stopped for a moment to say, "This is a good idea," and to prove his point, he slipped his hand under Aziraphale's shirt to rub a nipple.
The angel gasped loudly, then bit his lip. "I have to stay quiet," he said, for Aziraphale liked rules, and that was one of the library's rules.
Crowley rose his eyebrow, taking the remark as a personal challenge. For a few moments, he kept circling his nipple, lulling the angel into a false sense of security. When his head fell back and his eyes closed, Crowley made his move.
The two didn't naturally have any naughty bits, but they were so used to making them exist that it felt natural. So Crowley took delight in rubbing his other hand hard against the arousal in the angel's trousers.
The resulting moan was loud, and music to Crowley's ears.
Aziraphale glared at him then, with all the hatred he could muster, which wasn't a lot, to be frank. He looked more like a wronged puppy than anything, but he gave him an A+ for effort. Crowley grinned back, naturally, and he continued rubbing.
Aziraphale's anger and indignation faded away soon afterwards. Crowley prided himself on a job well done.
Rating: R
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Genres: humor, drabble
Summary: Aziraphale doesn't think it's a good idea. Crowley does.
Note: Blame
pornandkittens for this."This is not a good idea," Aziraphale said, stating the obvious.
He and Crowley were currently in a library, but they weren't doing anything innocent, like reading. No, Crowley had Aziraphale pressed against a bookcase - a bookcase filled with Christian books; Crowley loved irony - and was sucking at his neck like he was a vampire. Which, Crowley considered, he almost could be, if he wanted to.
He rolled his eyes at the statement, and stopped for a moment to say, "This is a good idea," and to prove his point, he slipped his hand under Aziraphale's shirt to rub a nipple.
The angel gasped loudly, then bit his lip. "I have to stay quiet," he said, for Aziraphale liked rules, and that was one of the library's rules.
Crowley rose his eyebrow, taking the remark as a personal challenge. For a few moments, he kept circling his nipple, lulling the angel into a false sense of security. When his head fell back and his eyes closed, Crowley made his move.
The two didn't naturally have any naughty bits, but they were so used to making them exist that it felt natural. So Crowley took delight in rubbing his other hand hard against the arousal in the angel's trousers.
The resulting moan was loud, and music to Crowley's ears.
Aziraphale glared at him then, with all the hatred he could muster, which wasn't a lot, to be frank. He looked more like a wronged puppy than anything, but he gave him an A+ for effort. Crowley grinned back, naturally, and he continued rubbing.
Aziraphale's anger and indignation faded away soon afterwards. Crowley prided himself on a job well done.
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