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Crowley sauntered up to the familiar bookshop. His hips swaying in his usual sensual way. Aziraphale had not been specific when he called, but of course he had come running to the rescue anyway. Or rather, driving as it were.

“Angel?” Crowley called as he stepped inside and looked around for his partner. He had expected Aziraphale to be sitting at his desk waiting for him, but instead he was nowhere to be seen. He gulped and wondered if this was a set up for some of their scenes that they had discussed.

Crowley, who always preferred to project a strong IDGAF attitude to the outside world, had reluctantly confessed to Aziraphale one night about his preferences. He had surprisingly learned that not only was his angel willing to go along with them, but he also had similar preferences as well. The corner of his mouth ticked up in the smallest half smile as he thought about the long discussion they had about safe words, hard and soft limits, etc.

He continued deeper into the shop, his half smile turning into a scowl as he still didn’t see any sign of Aziraphale. Now he was getting worried.

“Aziraphale? Where are you?”

And then… he found himself in a large garden with tall brick walls and a few feet in front of him was what appeared to be a hedge maze. He looked around for a clue as to what was happening when he noticed a collar and a note card neatly placed on a small table in front of the maze. Crowley knew he could snap his fingers and leave this place, but a tingle of excitement formed in his belly as he walked up to the table. He quickly recognized the leather collar as the one his angel had gifted him previously- a sign of their commitment to each other and Crowley’s submission to him.

Crowley immediately felt himself growing hard in his tight pants, knowing now that this was in fact planned. He yearned to put the collar on immediately, but knew better. Aziraphale was watching him from somewhere, he had no doubts, and he’d better read his orders first before acting.

TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES AND LEAVE THEM HERE.

Was that it? Crowley frowned again, flipping the card over and looking around to see if there were any other instructions, but that was it. He gulped and considered miracling away his clothes, but he knew better. While he could be a brat sometimes, he didn’t want to disobey this early before they had the chance to play. Still, he was getting excited and nearly ripped his clothes off in his angst. Making quick work of it, he threw his clothes on an empty spot of the table and looked around again.

His eyes kept longing looking at his collar, wondering what he should do next. Crowley was never ashamed of his nakedness, but for some reason he was feeling incredibly vulnerable without the collar on or Aziraphale there to look to for guidance. He was starting to fidget when he noticed that the notecard that he thought he had tossed to the side was now sitting on top of his collar. Crowley lunged at it without delay and nearly whimpered in excitement when he read it.

PUT ON YOUR COLLAR.

Finally. Crowley immediately grabbed his collar and put it on, audibly sighing in relief as he felt the weight of it against his neck. The worn leather softly comforted him and he closed his eyes for a moment as he rubbed his long fingers against the familiar feel of it. When he opened them, he saw the notecard had reappeared on the table. He trembled as he picked up and saw it said only one word.

RUN.

Dropping the notecard again, Crowley obeyed and took off. He didn’t know if Aziraphale was already in the maze or would be following him in, but he sensed that he didn’t want to know what the punishment would be if he disobeyed. He was a few twists and turns into the maze, already having to turn back once because of a dead end, when he heard him. Calm, steady footsteps heading towards his location. Crowley gulped and scrambled to move faster.

“You foul fiend. I know you’re in here..” Aziraphale’s voice carried over the distance miraculously well.

Crowley’s heart pounded and though he told himself it was from fear and the running, his increasing arousal said otherwise.

“You can run, but you can’t hide..”

Aziraphale’s voice was surprisingly closer now and Crowley’s pulse quickened. He darted to the right, but as the path turned he yelped seeing Aziraphale a few paces away. Immediately, he turned and scrambled back the way he had come, but not before seeing Aziraphale’s startled expression followed by a wicked smile.

He kept running, but Aziraphale was still on his heels. He could feel him closing in, even without turning around to check. Crowley panicked and felt himself falling forward as he tripped on his own feet. The fall hurt his pride more than it physically hurt him, but without clothes on, it was incredibly uncomfortable. As he tried to stand back up, he felt his angel’s hand on his ankles.

“Look what I have here..” Aziraphale said ominously.

“No!” Crowley yelled out, kicking his legs loose and crawling forward.
“Oh my wiley serpent, it’s a losing game and you know it..”

Crowley felt himself getting lost in this game of theirs, now fully determined to get away from his angel. He turned his head to sneer at his opponent, but was surprised to see he wasn’t there.

“Angel?” He muttered to himself before a surprised “OOF!” as he ran straight into Aziraphale’s chest.

“Well, well..” Aziraphale grasped both of Crowley’s wrists before he could get away and looked him up and down approvingly. “Looks like I caught my prize.”

“Cheater..” Crowley mumbled, looking down. His pulse was racing now, wondering just what his angel would do to him now. Aziraphale’s hand moved to his chin, forcing him to look up.

“Did you say something, demon?”

“I said you cheated! And you know it!” Crowley pouted.

Aziraphale squeezed Crowley’s neck and leaned into his ear.

“You’re forgetting your place… On the ground.. Now!”

Aziraphale released Crowley, with the command to drop to his knees, but Crowley used the opportunity to turn and run again. He would almost swear he heard a light chuckle from his angel as he once again found himself being chased. But his heart wasn’t fully into escaping now, so it wasn’t a surprise when he felt Aziraphale’s hands on his waist and he was pulled down on the ground flat on his back. Aziraphale tsk’ed and shook his head.

“Oh dear. I’m afraid you’re not going to like this now..”

Crowley’s eyes widened as Aziraphale held him down with one hand, using his celestial strength to keep him pinned as he undid the fly on his pants. As Aziraphale miracled slickness to his own hard member, he leaned in.

“Color?”

For a moment, a half-heartedly struggling Crowley forgot how to speak as he looked down at his current predicament. Aziraphale stopped and lifted Crowley’s chin, silently asking the question again.

“G..green..” He mumbled. Aziraphale smiled and cupped Crowley’s cheek in praise before thrusting into him far more harshly than he normally would. Crowley whimpered, but maintained eye contact with his angel who was watching to make sure he didn’t push him too far. Aziraphale waited a moment to let Crowley adjust to the feeling of fullness.
“Now my dear, I am going to start moving. You are going to take this and you are not to come. I’m afraid you’ve been rather bad this evening. Do you understand me?”

Crowley whimpered again, shaking his head no.

“Use your words.” Aziraphale’s tone was harsher this time and Crowley closed his eyes. He wanted Aziraphale to keep moving, he wanted his angel to touch him. He wanted to get on his knees and take him with his mouth. But this.. This was torturous.

“Please…” Crowley managed to say, shifting his hips. Aziraphale moved his hand from Crowley’s cheek and put it on Crowley’s hips to stop the movements.

“No coming. Do you understand me?”

This time, Crowley nodded, biting his lip as he did so. When Aziraphale didn’t move, he realized his mistake.

“Yesss” He hissed.

And suddenly he felt the emptiness of Aziraphale pulling almost completely out of him before he started slamming into him again in a rapid and hard pace. Aziraphale used his hand on Crowley’s hip and slid it around him to lift him enough to hit him in just the right spot. Crowley longed to feel a hand on his cock, which was now dripping with pre-come.

Aziraphale was relentless, thrusting into him over and over. Crowley tried rock his hips into the motion as much as he could. Aziraphale, apparently satisfied that Crowley was taking him well and approaching a climax, closed his eyes. Crowley immediately saw an opportunity with one of his hands unpinned and reached down to start stroking himself towards a climax of his own.

Without warning, he felt Aziraphale’s hand leave his hip and moved his hand away from his cock. Crowley whimpered out a begging plea, but Azirphale pulled out leaving Crowley feeling empty. Crowley felt his cock twitching at the loss of the contact.

“You bad, bad demon..” Aziraphale said as he pulled Crowley up to a kneeling position, “Don’t move.”

With a snap of his fingers, Aziraphale had cleaned them off and tied up Crowley. Crowley resisted the urge to shift as he hardness became increasingly uncomfortable. He didn’t like hearing how disappointed Aziraphale was in him and he tried his best to obey now. He did, however, lick his lips as he realized Aziraphale was now standing before him with his cock close enough to lick. His angel grabbed Crowley’s hair firmly and the demon hummed in delight.

“Color?”

“Green.. So very green!”

“Good boy..”

As Aziraphale moved in closer, Crowley eagerly opened his mouth. He began sucking and swirling his tongue as Aziraphale set the pace with his hand in Crowley’s hair. Crowley wasn’t sure how long this went on as he drifted into subspace, ignoring his own aching want as Aziraphale’s cock drove into his mouth and down his throat. At some point, however, he felt the loss as Aziraphale pulled out and spurted his climax onto Crowley’s bare chest.

Crowley grinned, proudly, but didn’t get to sit in satisfaction for long before he felt Aziraphale’s hand taking care of him. It didn’t take much, Crowley was so far on the edge that he almost came just at the first touch. He closed his eyes and his ears buzzed with pleasure as he fell into Aziraphale, his legs too wobbly to hold him up any longer.

When he opened his eyes again, they were in the flat above the bookshop. Crowley squeezed Aziraphale harder as they snuggled in the bed miraculously clean and in their pajamas now, although Crowley’s collar remained. Aziraphale petted Crowley’s hair and held him as he came out of subspace. When he was sitting up and drank a glass of water, Aziraphale reached to remove the collar at Crowley’s consent. He paused for a moment and looked at Crowley sternly.

“You know you were rather naughty today. I think perhaps more training will be in order…”

The smirk on Aziraphale’s face was matched by a bratty twinkle in Crowley’s yellow eyes and the pair knew this was going to be fun.