It Started Out With A Kiss

Cottage

"No. No." Crowley cradled his husband's head in his hands. "Angel...look at me."

Aziraphale tried to continue but his mind was drifting away. "Love, I really think-"

The demon frowned and shook his head. "With me, angel. There's, hmph...it's al-all in your head." He pulled Aziraphale down and captured the angel's soft lips. "Yes, that's it." He encouraged his husband as the angel thrusted harder. "Yesss, please, yes." He raised his hips slightly, letting the angel deeper inside him. "Fuck, yes...angel, my angel...ngk, your cock, fuuuuck. Pleassse...I've been good, ah, yes, yes... N-no, no please, nonono ngh." He sounded defeated when, finally, there was no denying the cries echoing into their room.

Aziraphale seized his thrusts and let out an incredibly long sigh. "Apologies, my love." He gave his husband a quick peck and detached himself from the annoyed demon.

Crowley let out a deep breath and watched as his dear husband put his underwear back on and covered his beautiful wobbly bits with his tartan robe. "Fuck," the demon spread himself on the bed, his glistening cock at attention. "Were you at least close?"

Aziraphale smiled and opened their bedroom door. "I was, thank you. Only, I am sorry we must stop."

Crowley propped himself on his elbows and gave Aziraphale an apologetic expression. "If it's any consolation, you were really giving it to me." He grinned. "Great, ngk, no-no-no...outstanding fucking!"

"I know, dearest, you came twice, remember?" He winked and licked his lips.

"And you came none. We really ought to-" the demon sighed as another round of desperate cries came into their room. "Alright, alight." He hissed.

The angel smiled back at his husband before disappearing to attend to the newest member of their family. Meanwhile, Crowley was left to grumble incoherently as he cleaned himself and put on his boxers. It wasn't, at all, that he minded Aziraphale attending to their three-month-old, but the problem was, the problem was, well, they hadn't properly fucked for months.

Yes, there had been some quick fucks here and there but for almost fifty years, the pair had had the cottage to themselves. They had been married for almost a year when, in a brief drunken moment, Crowley had ended up bent over their kitchen table. Afterwards, they laid naked in each other's arms on the kitchen floor and finally discussed the topic they had avoided, their grief.

Having lost their daughter, the day after their wedding had taken a toll on them. Technically, she wasn't truly gone but knowing they wouldn't be able to see her again for at least 100,000 years did not necessarily make it better. Cassi had signed a deal with the devil, ahem, God, and the parents could do nothing but wait. Crowley took to drinking the first year she was gone while Aziraphale kept up a cheery demeanor, although Crowley could always tell his husband was indeed faking his smiles, which pissed him off even more so.

On one explosive night, Crowley had been drinking again and Aziraphale chastised him, talking to him like a naughty child, as Crowley put it. Aziraphale had had enough of Crowley's gloom and when the dem on uttered the words, "At least I don't fucking go around acting like nothing happened. Like I don't care." Aziraphale had lost it and argued back.

They raised their voices to one another, accusing the other of stupid, petty things and somewhere along the yells and accusations, they had moved too close to each other, the atmosphere changing to one of tension and lust. It was Crowley who took a step forward, getting into Aziraphale's space, a silence so loud until he kissed the angel, prompting Aziraphale to push him away out of anger. Aziraphale huffed with trembling lips and, suddenly, he launched at his husband and devoured him with kisses. Clothes were discarded and ripped along the way and they, after a year, had finally consummated their marriage. Though Crowley had joked, they had consummated their relationship long before they were married so the angel was not as innocent as he pretended to be, especially the way he dominated the demon in bed.