Over-sensitive angel

Here's a little something I wrote after becoming inspired
by lord-october's "Over Sensitive".


I do not take credit for the characters.
They belong to Nail Gaiman and Terry Pratchet.

I can hardly believe I wrote this but I did so here goes x]
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„Crowley, please stop that. It hurts!" Aziraphale squirmed trying to turn
himself around on the sofa to face the demon but with Crowley on top of him like
that it was near impossible.
Crowley sat on top of him with a smirk on his face.
The angel gulped when he felt something poke him.
"Wait, what are you-" he yelped in a mix of pain and pleasure. He tried another
failed attempt to get out from under Crowley.
"Damn it, angel!" Crowley said. "Stay still! I can't do this properly if you keep
moving around."
Aziraphale couldn't hold in a moan and Crowley hit a very delicate spot. He tried to
lift himself up to get Crowley off but the demon was not going to let him go pinning
him down again.
The angel was almost giving up. "Please don't be so rough, dear."
He managed to say between gasps. "Be a bit gentler."
"I can't really help it if you keep moving around so much." The demon responded.
"I need to do this right or not do it at all."
He grabbed a pillow from behind him and threw it at the angel's head.
"Here." He said. "Might make this a bit more comfortable."
The angel was about to protest but dug his face, that was now about as red as an
apple, in the pillow to cover another gasp.
Crowley was enjoying the angel's reactions immensely although he regretebly heard
that a large part of those gasps and moans were also tainted with pain.
"Please, Crowley.." Aziraphale almost whimpered. "Stop.."
Crowley, despite what he was, knew when enough was enough.
He did not want to keep torturing the angel like this even if he really
wanted to finish what he had started.
He sighed and moved off the angel sitting down next to him. The angel still covered
his face with the pillow.
Crowley grimaced. He had invited the angel over just for fun but after a little
drink he had gotten an idea to try to groom the angel's wings. The state of them
had been bugging him for centuries.
He had casually asked the slightly drunk angel to change so that he could see
his wings and then pinned him down on the sofa. He knew the angel wouldn't let
him do it otherwise. Of course when the angel had realized what was going on he
had quickly sobered up to try to stop it but Crowley had been very fixed on getting
that feathery mess under control. He threw the comb into the chair on the other
side of the room. Then he looked over his friend's wings and smiled,
seeing he had managed to do some difference even with the angel squirming.
He wished he knew how
to get the angel to forgive him though.
Even if he was a demon and demons in general weren't
exactly known for keeping relations good he really did like being around
the angel and knew he had gone too far this time and that it might
turn their friendship a bit sour for a while if he didn't find a way
to apologize.
Then Crowley had an idea. He grabbed ones more at the angel's wings.
Aziraphale
shot his head up to argue but sank down at the pillow when he felt that
what the demon was doing wasn't grooming.
The angel gave a relaxed groan as the demon started massaging his wings.
His already red face started to heat up even more, if that was even possible.
Crowley chuckled. "You're over-sensitive." He said with a smirk.
The angel grabbed a hold of Crowley's knee and moving his head off the
pillow to get closer to the demon, nestling his head on the Crowley's lap.
"Angels.." he mumbled between shutters. "...can't be over-sensitive."

End