Sex Swings and Seagulls in the South Downs, Oh My!

Summary: It’s been three months since the world didn’t end, and one month since Aziraphale and Crowley moved into their cottage in the South Downs. As it turns out, using a sex swing for the first time is amazingly difficult. And who knew that seagulls were such voyeurs!?

For quona (enneadic).

Written for the November 19th Fall Ball Kink Thrall QuickStep. Prompts: Sex Swing & Public/Semi-Public Sex.

Thanks to Blue_Rose_1066, Starlightdreamerstar, and contritecactite for their feedback!

Happy belated birthday, Q! I shoehorned in some voyeuristic seagulls just for you. 🫶🏾

Sex Swings and Seagulls in the South Downs, Oh My!

“Angel!” Crowley called out as she walked through the front door of their (their!) cottage in the South Downs. It hardly seemed real, but rather miraculously they were able to find a property that fit their needs exactly and as of the month before it had become their home. “I’m back from the shops!”

Crowley walked through to the kitchen, placing the groceries on the counter. They were living in a small enough town that the locals were likely to notice if they were never seen to be buying groceries or other essentials in the village, thus Crowley had just finished making the weekly trip to the grocers. 

“Ah, wonderful darling!” Aziraphale’s voice grew closer as she came down the stairs and into the kitchen. “You have delightful timing. I’ve set up a surprise upstairs.” She gave a saucy grin and winked, and Crowley felt herself flush at the hungry look on Aziraphale’s face. With a snap, all of the purchases were put away, and Aziraphale’s grin was caught by Crowley’s lips. Crowley’s left hand had a rather firm grip on Aziraphale’s arse, her right hand threaded through Aziraphale’s hair. 

Aziraphale had leaned fully into the kiss, her own hands roaming up under Crowley’s crop top, her left grasping at Crowley’s back and her right teasing a rapidly hardening nipple. 

Aziraphale pushed forward until Crowley’s hips were pressed fully against the counter. Moaning and gasping for breath, Crowley was pulled out of the kiss as Aziraphale began to kiss down her cheek and neck, making a brief detour to lick behind Crowley’s ear before sucking at Crowley’s neck, which was sure to leave the most glorious bruises. Crowley shuddered, her right hand still tangled in Aziraphale’s hair, though her left was now clinging to the counter for dear life as Aziraphale had managed to unbutton her jeans one handed and was rubbing teasing circles just to the right of Crowley’s clitoral hood with her left hand while her right hand continued to caress each of Crowley’s breasts in turn. 

Ultimately Aziraphale’s roaming hands and mouth combined with the friction of her tight jeans pressing her labia into her pubic bone was too much and Crowley came with a wail. 

Crowley was gasping as she came down from her high and opened her eyes to look at Aziraphale. The Angel looked rather dishevelled, her hair thoroughly mussed, her lips swollen from kisses, bow tie askew, and one of the buttons on her shirt gone, her breasts looking as though they were about to stage a revolution in a bid from freedom. 

“Well that was quite a nice surprise.” Crowley rasped. “Do you want me to—”

“Oh, but that was just an amuse-bouche.” Aziraphale tittered. “Your surprise is in the bedroom.” Aziraphale smiled, placing a quick kiss onto Crowley’s mouth before pulling away with a wink and humming as she turned to head back upstairs. Smiling fondly, Crowley darted after her, pulling her into another kiss. 

Pulling away with a gasp, Aziraphale shook her head. “You are a menace my dear. What am I to do with you?” Before Crowley could respond Aziraphale had already picked her up and tossed her over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry. 

“Angel!” Crowley squawked in indignation. 

“I wouldn’t have to resort to carrying you if you would just behave.”

“I’m a demon, I’m allergic to behaving. Gives me hives.” Crowley huffed at the indignity as Aziraphale carried her up the stairs, before she got the idea of untucking Aziraphale’s shirt to begin fondling and kissing at the luscious rolls to be found there. 

Aziraphale stumbled as she made her way to their bedroom. “Do you want me to drop you, you fiend?” Aziraphale asked while smacking Crowley’s arse lightly. 

“Nooooo,” Crowley laughed. “I want you to throw me on the bed and then let me fuck you.”

“Hmph, well it wouldn’t be the first time that I have succumbed to your wiles.” Aziraphale laughed as she did as Crowley requested, tossing her demon onto the bed before climbing on top of her. They kissed for several more long moments until Crowley opened her eyes and spotted something unfamiliar out of the corner of her sight. 

“Wot’s that?” She asked, pointing at a series of ropes that appeared to be hanging from the ceiling. 

Aziraphale turned to follow Crowley’s gaze. Huffing in faux annoyance, she replied, “That, my dear, is your surprise, which you’ve been neatly avoiding me showing you.” Aziraphale pulled away from Crowley and stood up next to the bed. 

“Well, show it to me now.” Crowley grinned as she began the arduous task of wiggling out of her jeans. “Cuz tell me if I’m wrong, but that looks like a sex swing.”

“Well you’re certainly not wrong. Would you like to try it out?” Aziraphale asked mischievously. Crowley nodded, though she was still having trouble getting out of the jeans. Aziraphale smiled fondly at her demon as she finally began to strip out of her own clothes. Once they were both fully naked Crowley slinked over to Aziraphale, ducking her head to pull one of Aziraphale’s pert nipples into her mouth, one hand on her breast and the other trailing down her mons. 

“Ah, Crowley, did you not want to try—”

Crowley pulled away from Aziraphale’s breast with a small smacking sound. “Oh there’s a lot of things I want to try, Angel. Right now I think what I’d most like is for you to sit on my face.”

Aziraphale pulled Crowley into another kiss before breaking away. “That can be arranged.” Aziraphale murmured, before they began to attempt arranging themselves on the swing, which was harder than they expected.

The first method they tried was to have Aziraphale on the swing and Crowley under her, but the angle was atrocious and uncomfortable for all involved. Upon trying to re-adjust she found herself utterly twisted in the swing before falling out of it completely, landing on Crowley in a way that was not exactly comfortable. 

Still, neither of them was known for quitting a task while committed, and so their next attempt was to have Crowley on the swing and Aziraphale standing above her, but that angle was also less than optimal. The next idea, which worked better, was to have Aziraphale loop her hands through the arm restraints and hold herself up, but despite the fact that the Angel was deceptively strong, it was still more effort and less fun.

Just as Aziraphale was about to give it all up and suggest they move to the bed and chalk the swing up to being a failure, Crowley had an idea, and used the smallest of miracles.

“My dear, why have you miracled our entryway bench into the bedroom?” Aziraphale asked with pursed lips. Crowley was looking at her upside down, still suspended in the swing. 

“Well, part of the issue was that my neck wasn’t being supported and your arms were tired, yea? So my thought is, you kneel on the bench while crouched over me, and use the arm straps more to hold yourself in position while your knees take on the weight, and the bench is the right height so that it will also provide better support for my neck.”

Looking at the bench critically, Aziraphale had to admit the idea had merit, and so they once again positioned themselves, this time in a way that finally seemed like it might work.

“Is this okay for you, darling?” Aziraphale asked as she settled herself on the bench.

“Mhmm, thanks Angel.” Crowley murmured, nuzzling Aziraphale’s thigh,  her breath ghosting over her Angel’s  quim. “That’s much better.” Aziraphale shuddered in anticipation, feeling herself grow wet again after their interlude had sapped away some of the tension that had been building up previously.

“You’re welcome, my— oh!” Aziraphale’s words were cut off by a gasp as Crowley grasped tightly at Aziraphale’s hips and began to lap at Aziraphale’s cunt and the slick that had already gathered there, exploring with her forked and incredibly dexterous tongue. 

Aziraphale moaned as Crowley ate her out with expert precision, grateful for the loops around her hands for her to clutch at for support. With a scream she came, squirting with a splash that utterly soaked Crowley’s face. Crowley continued to lap at her gently before Aziraphale managed to regain her wits— and becoming thoroughly oversensitized, she unlooped her hands before pulling away from Crowley, suddenly incredibly woozy even as she knelt fully on the bench. Before she fell over, however, Crowley had managed to extract herself from the swing and pull Aziraphale into her embrace. Dizzy, Aziraphale looked up into Crowley’s soaked and smiling face, admiring how Crowley’s slitted eyes were blown open, only the slight edges of amber visible, glittering in the light from the setting sun outside their window. 

“Did you like your surprise, my dear?” Aziraphale smiled as she managed to righten herself, though she did not pull away from Crowley’s embrace. 

“It was lovely, though I wager there’s a lot more we could do with it given time.”

“Well that’s the lovely thing my dear, now we have all the time in the world.” Aziraphale smiled. 

—

Nine Months Later

It had been a year since the world had not ended, and ten months since Aziraphale and Crowley had truly begun to build a new life for themselves in the South Downs. One of the most lovely things about their small cottage was that their back garden, lovingly, if menacingly, cared for by Crowley, had a path that led down to a small private beach. Getting a sunburn was not really a thing for angels and demons, but Aziraphale insisted that they still use sunscreen. Crowley could not properly fathom why, until Aziraphale, who had decided that a private beach was the perfect opportunity for swimming in the nude, asked Crowley to re-apply the lotion on her back. 

She was a little fuzzy on how the sunscreen application turned into Aziraphale fucking her to the edge of discorporation while some particularly voyeuristic seagulls looked on in interest but Crowley was far from complaining.  

The closest thing she had felt to divinity since her fall was Aziraphale pounding into her,  the Angel’s thick cock filling her completely, and the strong grip that Aziraphale had on the curls that Crowley had grown out again, tight almost to the point of pain forced her to tilt her head back even as Aziraphale had her pressed into the sand. She felt the heavy weight of Aziraphale’s breasts against her back as she came, and still the Angel did not let up on the brutal pace, fucking Crowley through her orgasm as she sought her own release. Crowley came once more before Aziraphale finally came herself, spilling into Crowley with a groan. 

Aziraphale near collapsed on top of Crowley, and she felt the Angel softening inside her, Aziraphale’s spend dripping out slowly as the Angel pulled out. Aziraphale nuzzled into Crowley’s neck before pulling away and rolling onto her back. Crowley chased after her, flopping on top of the Angel in a way completely devoid of grace as she pulled the Angel into a soft kiss. 

A particularly daring seagull flew past them, snatching out of the sand the chips that the two immortal beings had managed to spill into the sand amidst their fervour for one another. Aziraphale and Crowley paid them no heed as they kissed softly. 

It was over six thousand years since they had sheltered together during the first rainstorm on the wall of Eden, and finally free of the whims of Heaven and Hell, they had carved out for themselves a slice of paradise.