When in Rome
Summary: Ever wonder what happened after Aziraphale tempted Crowley to some oysters? Here is one option…
Notes: LISTEN I wasn’t gonna post this but then I made the mistake of saying I would if I got three votes of confidence which I was surprised to receive within the hour so here we are. Thanks to astropheles, contritecactite, and dagger_torch_and_key for reading this and hyping me up. ❤️ And special shout out to astro for pointing out when I wrote “organism” instead of “orgasm” you’re a real one. 🫡
Anyway, as I said in the tags this is my first time writing smut so please be nice. 🥺
Special note to any of my extended family who found this and are trying to be supportive of my writing: I love you but please go read one of my other fics. If you must, you can scroll down and give me a kudos before never mentioning that you read this to anyone, especially me. 😅
When in Rome
It was 41 AD. Crowley had just nipped into Rome for a quick temptation, but after seeing what Caligula was getting up to these days, he barely had to do anything. Yet another case of humanity’s inherent malice getting him a commendation. Settling in at the counter of one of the local drinking establishments he eyed the bartender from behind his glasses.
“What have you got?” he asked gruffly. She returned his gaze calmly but he could tell that she was agitated about something.
“It’s all written up there. Two sesterces an amphora for everything except the Greek retsina.”
He waved his hand to indicate his disinterest before replying. “I’ll have a jug of whatever you think is drinkable.”
“Jug of house wine, two sesterces.”
Crowley slid the coins across the counter and she swept them away before giving him a jug and a cup before pouring out the requested wine. He had just taken a sip when he spotted a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. His traitorous heart leaped in his chest for but a moment.
“Crawley? Sorry, Crowley!” Aziraphale asked cheerfully. The angel always had that blasted smile on his face. Crowley hated how much he loved it. “Fancy meeting you here!”
Aziraphale sat down beside him, and was now close enough that Crowley could smell that unique tinge of divinity that clung to Aziraphale and electrified Crowley in ways both pleasant and not.
“Still a demon, then?” Aziraphale asked.
“What kind of stupid question is that?” Crowley snorted. “‘Still a demon?’ What else am I going to be, an aardvark?”
“I’m just trying to make conversation,” Aziraphale sniffed before scanning the wall as if deciding what to drink.
“Well, don’t.” Crowley replied shortly. Aziraphale’s smile was faltering, and Crowley hated that, so he instead looked into his wine before continuing after a pause. “Would you like a cup of wine? It’s the house wine — dark.” Still not looking directly at Aziraphale he instead turned to the bartender, who was continuing to clean around her and pretend she wasn’t trying to listen in on their conversation. “A cup for my acquaintance here.”
She slid over another cup and Crowley poured it out for Aziraphale, still refusing to look the angel directly in the eyes.
“Salutaria!” Aziraphale touched his glass to Crowley’s before taking a sip. Against all odds, his smile managed to widen even more as he continued. “In Rome long?”
“Just nipped in for a quick temptation. Rome is a powerful place these days. Downstairs likes to keep a close eye.”
“Ah, so you’re tempting someone special, then?” Aziraphale asked with a raised eyebrow.
Crowley shrugged before answering. It’s not like the angel could really do much in response. “Emperor Caligula. Though quite frankly he does not need any additional tempting at this point. Going to report it back to the office as a flaming success and take some time to relax. You?”
Aziraphale sighed and waved his hand. “They’ve sent me to influence a boy called Nero. I’ll be here for a while until he’s adequately improved. I’m thinking I’ll get him interested in music.”
“Couldn’t hurt.” Crowley shrugged. “Any other plans for while you’re in Rome?”
“Oh yes actually, I thought I’d go to Petronius’ new restaurant. I hear he does remarkable things to oysters.” Aziraphale’s eyes gleamed and Crowley felt his heart tug at him again.
“I’ve never eaten an oyster,” Crowley mused, trying to make it sound less like the invitation it was.
“Oh! Well let me tempt you—” Aziraphale faltered at Crowley’s appraising look. “Oh well that’s your job isn’t it?”
“There’s no reason we can’t come to some kind of arrangement, angel.” Crowley teased as he finished his wine. “Consider your temptation accomplished.” Crowley winked and Aziraphale blushed before finishing off his own cup.
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As it turned out, Crowley liked oysters. He did not tend to eat very much, but oysters were proving to be a delicious exception that helped prove the rule. The restaurant also had a nice selection of wines, to which Crowley and Aziraphale both indulged until it was well past time of the restaurant’s closing and they were asked to leave.
They made their way into the night, and without fully realizing or agreeing on a destination, found themselves within Crowley’s room at the Stabula where he had been staying. Due to a miracle or two, the room was much nicer than what would otherwise be expected, and featured not only a bed, but also a set of comfortable chairs, where they sat as they drank.
Crowley was not exactly sure what he was in the middle of talking about — it was likely another rant about how wretched he found Caligula — when suddenly he had an angel on his lap and divine lips on his own damned ones and his mind ground to a halt. Almost unconsciously he began to reciprocate. His hands grasped Aziraphale’s plush hips, and he caught Aziraphale’s lower lip between his teeth. Aziraphale gasped and Crowley used the opportunity to slide his forked tongue between Aziraphale’s lips, and their tongues twisted together for moments that stretched into eternity before his brain caught up with his lips and he pulled away, startled.
Breathing heavily he stared at Aziraphale, whose eyes were blown wide with what Crowley could tell was lust, plain and simple. Crowley still held the angel tightly in his lap, and Aziraphale made no moves as though would leave it. “I, Angel, what? How, what has brought this on?”
Aziraphale leaned against him, pressing their chests together as his breath ghosted against Crowley’s ear. “Do you know, my darling demon, that I have never wanted anyone as much as I have wanted you for the past four millenia?”
Crowley’s heart was racing again, and he could feel his corporation’s blood pounding, a wetness making itself known between his thighs. His breath hitched and words felt impossible.
“Ngk.”
Aziraphale’s laugh was more of a sigh as he breathed again on Crowley’s sensitive earlobe. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, my dear. I know the same is true of you, and I’ve had quite enough of waiting.” Aziraphale began to nibble at Crowley’s ear, and the demon moaned, clutching at Aziraphale’s hips even tighter.
“I still don’t—” Crowley gasped again as Aziraphale moved down to his neck. “I do not understand. Why now?”
Aziraphale pulled away, some of the heat softening out of his face. “Because you have occupied my thoughts since before time began and I realized that I never want you to leave.” Aziraphale gently caressed Crowley’s face, which is when the demon belatedly realized had been bereft of glasses for quite some time now.
“I don’t want to leave either,” Crowley whispered, gazing into Aziraphale’s eyes as the angel grew closer.
“Then don’t,” Aziraphale whispered, his lips ghosting over Crowley’s before the demon surged forward and drew the angel into another kiss. Crowley’s hands moved from Aziraphale’s lips to where the angel’s toga had began to ride up, slipping his hands underneath to drag his nails lightly across Aziraphale’s thick thighs.
Aziraphale pulled his lips away from Crowley’s but did not go far, kissing along the demon’s jawline until he found himself again at Crowley’s neck.
“Angel,” Crowley gasped. “Am I to understand that you might be amenable to us moving over to the bed?”
“Very amenable, yes.” Aziraphale murmured, before he was suddenly off of Crowley’s lap. Crowley mourned the loss for only a moment before he was swept up into Aziraphale’s arms, where he did his best not to swoon at the show of strength.
Aziraphale placed Crowley gently on the bed, still just as tense with anticipation, but his movements becoming softer. Their kisses became languid as their togas were pulled off, and soon they were both bare before one another.
“Is this okay?” Crowley breathed as his hands trailed toward Aziraphale’s effort, fingertips skimming along the angel’s folds. Aziraphale rocked against Crowley’s fingers and nodded, moaning his appreciation as Crowley slipped a finger inside. Crowley smiled into Aziraphale’s shoulder before deciding to switch things up a bit and withdrawing his hand and flipping them over so that it was now Aziraphale on his back, and Crowley found himself a home between Aziraphale’s legs.
As Aziraphale’s moans increased in volume Crowley spared a quick miracle to make sure that the room was sound proofed before getting back to business and familiarizing the angel’s cunt with his tongue.
Aziraphale grasped Crowley’s short hair tightly, wishing to himself silently that it was longer, remembering the demon’s luscious curls from their first meeting after Crowley’s fall, together on the walls of Eden. Crowley’s tongue dived deeper than Aziraphale could have dreamed, and found that precious spot inside of him that had Aziraphale seeing stars, remembering the brilliance of the nebula Crowley had created upon their first meeting, when they were both still angels.
Aziraphale panted heavily after his release, meeting Crowley’s eyes as the demon crawled up his corporation and found his own blue eyes meeting the golden slits that belonged to the demon. Aziraphale ran his hands along Crowley’s sides, feeling the smooth scales at his back. Despite remembering Crowley’s angelic form, Aziraphale found that he had no real desire for Crowley to be anything other than what he was. While he had liked Raphael well enough, it was Crowley that Aziraphale had fallen in love with.
Their mouths met again and Aziraphale pushed Crowley onto his back, his own fingers beginning their journey into Crowley’s sex, his mouth lavishing attention onto Crowley’s chest, leaving tiny bites across the small breasts that had manifested without conscious effort and lavishing attention upon Crowley’s nipples.
“Angel,” Crowley moaned, his hands twisting in Aziraphale’s hair. “Would you, I mean, could you, ah. Nevermind. It’s not important.” Crowley moaned again as Aziraphale did something particularly talented with his fingers, but the moan of pleasure quickly turned to one of frustration when Aziraphale began to pull away.
“My dear, what is it?” Aziraphale asked, concerned.
“It’s, it doesn’t matter. Just something— no, really, it’s, this is okay, I’m okay.” Crowley stroked Aziraphale’s head soothingly, but the Angel had already propped himself up above Crowley, gazing at him searchingly. His knees on either side of Crowley’s waist, hands braced on either side of Crowley’s shoulders.
“Crowley, please tell me what’s wrong. Did I, was this too fast? I’m sorry I should have—”
“Ngk. I, no, that’s not it at all I just wanted, or I hoped, it’s, it’s not an issue at all, I don’t want to ask of you—”
“Ask me anything you like, my dear. I would not deny you whatever kind of pleasure you are seeking.” Aziraphale leaned down, kissing Crowley softly and the demon squirmed, his hands twisting between themselves anxiously before he sighed and finally said what it was that he wanted.
“I guess I was kind of. Hoping that you would perhaps, um, and to be clear it does not have to be any kind of organic effort if you’d prefer not to but I’d like if you could, um, oh Satan why is this so hard to say—”
“Crowley, I promise I won’t be upset, just tell me what you need, darling.” Aziraphale brushed his hand softly on Crowley’s cheek and the demon shifted anxiously, his hands still twisting before suddenly the words exploded out of him.
“I would like it if you could fuck me with something a bit, ah, bigger. Than your fingers I mean. Or your tongue. Just from, ah, experience I’ve realized I like to be a bit more filled.” Seeing dawning comprehension on Aziraphale’s face, Crowley rushed to continue. “That doesn’t mean I’m asking you to change your effort or anything! I know how pleasing it is to have a cunt, it’s definitely my personal, ah, favorite. But I just mean—”
“Would you like me to, though?” Aziraphale asked, trailing one of his hands down Crowley’s side.
“Would I—” Crowley choked on his words as Aziraphale continued to kneel over him.
“Would you like me to fuck you with my cock?” Aziraphale breathed into Crowley’s ear. The demon shivered, the hands that had previously been twisting around themselves coming to a halt as he froze. Aziraphale was still kneeling over him, pressing into him from all sides. He could feel the lingering slick of Aziraphale’s arousal dripping onto the patch of red hair above his own cunt.
Crowley’s answer in the affirmative ended up as more of a hiss than any actual human languages, but the angel understood him all the same. Aziraphale adjusted them both, pulling Crowley’s legs apart and settling between them. A weight fell across Crowley’s pelvis and Crowley raised his hand to stroke the effort that had just appeared between them.
“Oh Angel,” Crowley murmured as he stroked his thumb across the tip of the rather impressive cock Aziraphale had manifested. “All this effort just for me?”
Aziraphale blushed before leaning down again and nuzzling at Crowley’s neck. “I would give you anything, darling. And it’s not as though this,” Aziraphale’s breath hitched as Crowley carefully pulled and stroked and squeezed “is at all a hardship on my part.”
“Hmmm, I suppose that’s true enough. If you look over to the table beside us I think some oil might have miraculously appeared.” Crowley hummed.
“Well now I suppose we should put it to some use then? Though honestly,” Crowley moaned again as Aziraphale pushed two fingers into her without so much as a warning. “I think you might have enough natural lubrication that any oil would be rather unnecessary.”
Crowley moaned again as Aziraphale added a third finger.
“Fuck, yes, Angel please fuck me. Please, please, please I need your cock.”
“Well, seeing as how you asked so nicely.” Aziraphale purred, swiftly pulling away his fingers, bringing them to his lips even as he pushed smoothly inside of Crowley. Despite his teasing Aziraphale was being careful with the demon, something Crowley appreciated in theory but in practice would prefer the angel do away with. He wrapped his legs around Aziraphale’s waist and yanked until Aziraphale was fully seated within him, both of them groaning in pleasure when they were finally flesh to flesh. Aziraphale pulled his fingers from his mouth and began to kiss Crowley hungrily.
The echoes of each other’s slick was tangy on their tongues as they moved together. Their movements were completely in sync as Aziraphale pounded into Crowley, who soon found his release as Aziraphale kept his left hand fisted into his hair, his right busy lavishing attention onto Crowley’s clit. Crowley was briefly worried about the integrity of his sound-proofing miracle as he came, but the majority of his brain power was focused on just how good this all felt. Aziraphale continued to fuck Crowley through his orgasm, having yet to reach his own. When he noticed that Crowley was beginning to come down from the high he began to slow, only to having Crowley’s legs tighten around him again.
“Don’t stop.” Crowley panted. “I want to keep feeling you. Or maybe—” Crowley paused for breath. “Would you like to try this another way?” Crowley suggested with a sly smile. Aziraphale simply raised an eyebrow but did not have a chance to fully respond before Crowley slid out from under Aziraphale and flipped their positions so that the demon was now sitting astride the angel.
“Would you like me to ride you?” Crowley whispered into Aziraphale’s ear. The angel could not do much more than nod before Crowley sat down atop the angel so that they were flesh to flesh once more.
Despite both of them reaching climax quite quickly, refractory periods were not exactly an issue for angels nor demons, and the two found that combined with the ability to shift their efforts at will and sleep being a convenient way to pass the time rather than a biological necessity, they were able to keep themselves occupied well into the next day.
Eventually they both came to the separate conclusion at nearly exactly the same time that they really should at least pause their activities and perhaps have a real conversation. But the details of that conversation can be saved for another time.