Angel Stock and Demon Breed

“I suppose I should be flattered,” Aziraphale said with wholly inappropriate amusement, leaning back to slide off his jacket and waistcoat while Crowley fought to not completely shake apart on the bed. “Now, let’s see. You mentioned something about rubber phalluses earlier, so should I take that to mean you’re amenable to penetration?”

“Yesssss.” The word hissed out between Crowley’s teeth without even the decency to ask his permission. He sought the buttons of Aziraphale’s neatly pressed shirt and made an actual whine when the angel caught both his hands by the wrists and pinned them to the mattress to either side of his head. The infernal Mark pulsed where it lay carved into his skin, the curse wending its way deeper into his body. “Azsssiraphale, pleasssse…”

Angels are sexless. Demons, not so much.

(Now with an epilogue!)