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Aziraphale gasped as he was relieved of his pants and underwear in the same manner of his shirt. He gazed up at the demon, fearless, even as he experienced the sudden urge to cover himself up.
Perhaps he had a bit too hasty and he hurriedly placed his hands in front of himself.
“Don’t hide from me now, little one.” The demon purred. “We’re just getting started.” The angel obediently let his hands fall down to his sides and received an approving hiss. A forked tongue slithered out as if the demon was tasting the air around them, charged with their complimenting scents and heavy pheromones. “Never had an omega present upon just meeting me.” He told him as he knelt down, turning Aziraphale from side to side to get a better look at him. All that pretty pale skin. “Never met an omega that smells as good as you.”
A claw caressed the underside of a soft breast— the omega’s lips parting in want. The alpha growled, reaching down and pulling open his own tightening pants.
His cock, especially since he was not in his human form, was huge. Aziraphale’s mouth watered, even as he admired the consistency of the scales at the base of the demon’s cock. He must be a part of the reptile genus of the demon community.
“Oh, my.” He wanted the cock in his mouth so he could taste the demon, to find out if he was as delicious as he smelled.
He made a displeased sound as the demon put his cock away, tucking himself back in. He wasn’t taking any chances— not with the desperate look the omega had given him.
“Easy, little one. No way you’re taking any part of this in that little body.” A finger reached between his legs, sliding into the slickness gathered on the lips of his pussy.
“O-oh.” Aziraphale gripped at his arm, grinding down on his finger. “Yes, that— that’s nice.”
“Anyone ever touch you here?” He asked, stroking over the slick again, making the angel even more wet. Aziraphale shook his head. “No one’s taken care of you properly, omega?” He frowned and Aziraphale shook his head again, his eyelashes fluttering as he rubbed against the large finger. It fit nicely— like his pussy had been made just right for this digit.
The friction on his small cock was heavenly as well— far better than his own hands had felt in the past.
Aziraphale wondered how much of the demon’s finger he could take, worrying his bottom lip as he took his pleasure. The demon let him, watching him, adjusting himself openly. In the safety of his black wings, they were free to figure this out.
And no one was going to get in between an alpha and omega figuring those kinds of things out.
The demon wanted to make good on the angel’s demands, but he also wanted to make sure he took proper care of him, especially if it was his first time.
He pulled his finger from between the omega’s legs. The angel had a strong grip with his thighs but the slick made it a bit easier to slide free. He scooped up the angel and held him up against the building before he could protest the loss of the digit.
Aziraphale made a surprised sound but he didn’t move, didn’t fight. He felt the bricks against his back, the breeze over his bare skin and wet slick. The demon was studying him again before he slid him up against the building, the bricks scraping his skin just right so that he was pinned above him, held in place by strong arms.
He peered down, curious and hungry for more touching. Now that they had started, his need had only grown more, a bit of slick starting to make its way down his inner thigh.
The demon’s tongue slid out slowly before he dragged it against Aziraphale’s inner thigh, higher and higher, until he was right there. His tongue was hot and insistent, slowly pushing him open, flicking in and out.
“There! Right there!” He cried out, his toes curling. And the demon’s tongue did as he commanded, again and again until he was tense. “Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god.” He changed as the demon nudged up against him with his nose. The angel could not longer resist the cresting wave of pleasure, crying out as he came rather forcefully.
He was moved away from the wall, back against the demon’s shoulder. He let out a shuddering breath, clinging to him as the demon huffed.
“Tire you out yet?” His voice was still grumbly, even with the hint of a hiss in it. A pleased alpha then. An alpha who was enjoying watching him feel good. Watching him fall apart.
Perhaps he hadn’t been hasty enough.
“Just catching my breath.” He answered cheekily.
“Good.” Aziraphale let out a little squeal as his soaking pussy was breached with the tip of the demon’s finger.
“Good God!”
“Are you always so blasphemous?”
“I’m finding out a lot about myself today.” Aziraphale panted, feeling the stretch as he was penetrated by the demon’s finger. His new lover— his first lover— had been quite intelligent, getting him all relaxed, warm, and wet before easing the digit inside. “Oh, now that’s a nice, full feeling.” He smiled, clinging to the demon’s shoulder. “Not like those toys.”
“Mm, yea, well, think I’m nearly in your womb now, angel.” Aziraphale groaned at the thought.
“Why can’t it be your cock?!” He whined.
“Because your human corporation isn’t designed to take celestial-sized phalluses.” The demon teased. “Frankly, I’m surprised how well you’re taking my finger. Maybe I can squeeze another one into ya.” Aziraphale’s eyes widened and he looked over at the demon with worry. “Not gonna. Not yet.” The demon snorted. “Not going to risk anything painful happening to you.”
Aziraphale wiggled in response, willing his body to take the finger deeper. It wasn’t long indeed before he was held with one arm to the demon’s chest while being fucked steadily with his finger.
Claws dug into his soft skin— teeth nipping and mouth sucking along his neck and shoulder. He felt as if he was being quite literally taken apart— in the best sense— and that he would be all right if he was never put back together.
The demon flipped him on his back so he could better access to the angel’s chest. He raked his teeth over sensitive nipples and soft flesh, leaving raised, red marks before he sucked his breasts down as if he might devour them whole.
His steady pace never faltered until Aziraphale cried out, coming again on his thick finger.
“Wouldn’t mind a knot.” He murmured a few moments later, feeling flushed and content. But he was still hungry for more of the alpha— sucking down some more of his scent. Starving. Sinking his small teeth into the alpha’s chest before nuzzling into his shirt.
“You’re going into heat, darling omega.” The alpha purred. “Can I take you home? Make you a comfortable nest?” His tongue crept out, sliding against his cheek. “I’ll come down to your size.” He offered. “Get you that knot. Give you my knot?”
“Yes, please.” Aziraphale slurred, drunk on pleasure. He fell asleep before they even made it out of the alleyway, cradled in the alpha’s arms. He felt safe and cared for. And very, very satisfied.