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The feeling's mutual

Mutual Masturbation

Far be it from there being anything wrong with a little self-love, yet the one-handed tango might be even better if it's turned into a dance for two. Who cares that, technically, this is a contradiction? Be that as it may, whether there's willingness to reach out and touch fate each other or this is a strictly hands-off experience and communication can only be verbal for moral, personal, or technical purposes (hey, there are a lot of folks with powers that mean no touching out there), the two of you are indulging in some mutual masturbation. Over the phone, in person, silently, with lots of dirty talk, go nuts!
~~This totally doesn't count as sex, right?~~

You know what to do.
Do it.

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[ ooc: I was thinking that these two might be fun together?? I'm also very nostalgic for yyh stuff, it's been way too long since I properly watched the show but it's always been one of my favorites c: ]

[Preference for over the phone dirty talk, but I'm game for any idea with girls aged 15-20.]

[She's probably made an ancient tech sybian built for two, but dirty talk and anything else you can imagine are also great.]

[kinklist for any additional stuff.]

[Her usual method of dealing with arousal is "smash things until the horny goes away." Maybe someone could teach her a more productive way to deal with it.]

[ ooc // ♡ : open to anyone ! ocs are always welcome ! all i truly ask is characters are 21+ for this as miguel is 27 ! ]

[Meet Nix: early 20's, pyrokinetic, anti-hero, bonus: sexy southern accent. is there any kind of situation you want to play out?]

[ ooc // ♡ : mm.. nothing too specific is really on my mind. :) guess i'm willing to take it really any which way. ]

The day had been long and frustrating and while Nix knew better than to do anything too reckless, temptation had begun to rear its head when she saw Miguel's number in her phone. At this hour there was maybe only one good reason to call him and only if he was willing to play along. She looked at the little green phone on the screen before throwing caution to the wind and dialing him anyway, her desire for affection outweighing sense for the moment.

"Hey baby," she began once he picked up. "You busy?"

[ Miguel was in a deep sleep...until he wasn't. The ringing of his phone stirred him awake, and he wanted nothing more to just grab the damn device and throw it against a nearby wall. It was hard to sleep most days, this was one of those rare chances where he had allowed his body to drift into the world of dreams.

Letting out a grunt, he stretched a hand outwards from the bedside table wrapping his fingers around the piece of technology before bringing it close to his face. Before ever opening his eyes, he prayed to himself that he had left the brightness down - or that it didn't automatically have the brightness all the way up anyway. ]

Finally opening his eyes to meet the caller ID, the pad of his thumb pressed the 'answer' button, bringing it close to his ear. ]

"Hola..."

[ He breathed out tiredly. ]

"Besides trying to sleep? No. Que pasa?"

[Settling down into her own bed, Nix felt warmth surge through her at the Miguel's sleepy voice and a bit a of guilt at the fact she'd woke him up.]

"I was just missin' you. Thought you'd be up."

[A beat. Long enough that he could practically hear her winding a loc around her fingers, the way she did when she wanted something. Wanted him.]

"I could let you go?"

[ooh, hello! the easiest way to mess around with this might be if they're drunk and talking about genitals (can they vary them?) and one thing leads to ~~your mother~~ another and then possibly to Feelings (TM)? or do you have another thought? (I have only one thought and it is very lonely)]

[I will write anything you'd like! Sounds like we're going unestablished? I headcanon that there's nothing down there until Crowley decides what to miracle there, so varied works great. Your thoughts are in great company ♡]

[well you are the bestest, clearly! Yes yes yes that sounds perfect. Please let me know if you'd like anything changed, happy to match your format!]

[Aziraphale waves a hand in the air, as though he just does not care. Fortunately, it's not the hand with the glass of a rather cheeky little port in it. It is, however, the hand with the rather scrumptious eclair in it, so a splodge of cream is dislodged and lands on the table between them in his bookshop's back room.]

Thing is, thing is, thing... I've never quite understood why there's so much literature about... things. [he's rather proud of managing to connect the end of that sentence with the beginning of it]

[Crowley watches dazed as the cream from the eclair plops down between them. He stares at it, silently, only half-listening to the angel's drunken ramblings for a moment before remembering they were amidst a conversation.

This realization encourages the demon to sit up straighter, remove his already crooked glasses, and rub the accumulating dust from his eyes. It's time to refocus. That requires another sip of wine, which he takes with an interested Mm! sound before replying.]

You can say it, angel. [He stutters a bit with the next part, squinting those drunken, serpentine eyes as he attempts to formulate an answer.] Huhhh-- Humans have a certain, er, obsession with the thing.

[Great. Now he's censoring himself.]

[Crowley's straightening himself from being a rather crooked wire coathanger to a, erm, rather straighter wire coathanger. Aziraphale really must find a thesaurus at some point.]

With the, with the... [deep breath, then announced with relish] with the GROIN. Manifested in whatever fancy schmancy way seems apt at the time!

No, wait... humans can't choose what groin they have. Can they? [suddenly uncertain; he needs more port, but instead he tries to take a drink out of the eclair. Whoops.]

[There are only so many ways an angel can say that Crowley's posture makes him look like a little skewered shrimp. And anyway, the way Aziraphale emphasizes the word GROIN makes Crowley nearly spit wine across the table. He chokes it back, instead. Thou shalt not spit a drop.]

Oh no. No, no, no, no. They've made a whole ordeal about it, too. Any excuse to be hateful, I reckon.

[He waves a hand, watching the way Aziraphale tried to take a sip from a pastry. His mouth falls open in a sort of what-the-fuck manner and for a fraction of a second considers demonstrating genital options with that very pastry. Stop it.]

Anyway, point isssss, there's that obsession with touching or whatever.

Hateful about groins? [Tch. Aziraphale subsides into a little pout at that. It seems so foolish.]

Oh. Yes.

Sex, and all that.

[He's read a great deal, and tries quite ~~hard~~ a lot to sound like he knows what he's talking about.

He does not.]

Mmhm. [Crowley shrugs, nosing into his wine again.]

I mean, your lot put out quite a bit of propaganda regarding sex as a sin, didn't they? Or was that all the humans? I can never tell.

[a wince] A little of both, I believe.

I've never quite understood it. 'Sexual intercourse' shouldn't be both something to be ashamed of, and something to enjoy within the bounds of a marriage, should it? It's quite confusing.

Eve and Adam were... [a quick look around, it's impossible that they could be overheard just now but his reflexes are what they are]... were not married. And they did, er, that.

Yeah, well, that one wasn't my doing.

[Swirling his wine, Crowley is awfully silent for a second, as if he's lost in thought.]

Why the interest, all of the sudden?

No, you are - [he carefully doesn't say 'far too nice', suspecting Crowley would jump up and run crying into the street] - not, er, like that.

Well.

One wonders, doesn't one? What all the fuss is about.

[Crowley's head bobs drunkenly to one side, eyebrows popping up above his dazed, blown-out eyes, as if he's considering this. He doesn't really look back at Aziraphale when he answers, almost embarrassed.]

Can't say that I haven't thought about it. [Or maybe even done some experiments on his own, but he doesn't voice this of course.] Haven't really had anyone to try it with, of course...

[Oh, look at him. He's quite dear, isn't he, with his wobbly face caused by inebriation. It's lucky that Aziraphale is unaffected by alcohol, he thinks to himself as he counts how many Crowleys he can see. There are at least squixteen.]

Perhaps we could... [a small delicate cough, which is spoiled rather by another blob of cream making its delicate way down the side of Aziraphale's delicate face]

Perhaps, if you wouldn't be dreadfully offended...

[With that, Crowley's head rolls back until it's facing Aziraphale again, an almost intense change to his expression. Except one eyelid seems to be sagging down quite a bit, half-winking and completely out of the demon's control.]

Oooohhhh, angel. [He scoffs, Tsk, tsk, tsk!]

Well obviously... If I was going to try it, it'd have to be with you. [For science.]

[Aziraphale wonders at times if any of Crowley's joints work in the same way as other people's. Humans. If he works like humans. Er. He's rather lost his train of thought, so settles for beaming.]

Then, shall we?

What do you usually have down there?

[Crowley's joints, like most of his body, is theoretical at best. Case in point, there's nothing stirring beneath his britches at the moment.]

Oh, you know, I'm rather changeable. [He shrugs, sipping his wine again.] Any requests?

[sorry for the delay!]

Hm.

I feel rather like a penis.

[and then he plays that again in his mind, and breaks into a giggling fit]

[Crowley sputters out an echoing laugh at that sentence, falling back into his chair. Whether he intends it to or not, an answering effort is made in his trousers almost immediately.]

Do you, now? [He tosses back the rest of his wine, setting the glass aside with a small hiccup.]

So you wanna feel mine?

[Doing this while inebriated is the BEST decision Aziraphale's ever MADE in his LIFE. He giggles again, tries to nod enthusiastically and manages it on the second go.]

Yes, please.

[And he reaches over, watching Crowley's face to make sure he's not doing it wrong. Maybe Crowley wants to be naked first. Maybe he doesn't!]

[If Crowley had known it would be so easy he'd have suggested this ages ago. Aziraphale's hand reaches forward, and Crowley smirks, taking it into his own as he slithers closer.]

n'I presume I get to feel yours?

[He guides Aziraphale's hand to the hem of his trousers, leaving it there to do the work as he reaches forward, himself.]

You certainly do!

[Ooh, this is lovely. Aziraphale's fingers skim delicately along the fabric of Crowley's trousers, then dip down so gradually until they're cupping. A bulge! Crowley's bulge! Of his COCK!]

[Aziraphale himself is sporting a phallus just now. He usually feels like it compliments the line of his trousers. Not in QUITE the same way just now, however, because it is STANDING UP and waiting for Crowley's hand.]

I didn't know they moved by themselves like this.

[Crowley makes a light, high-pitched sound as he notices the tenting in Aziraphale's trousers, fingers skimming down to curl over it. Aziraphale's fingers are doing something similar, and suddenly Crowley's little noises pitch lower. Hell, just that light touch is relieving... imagine how good it'll feel to get the angel's whole hand around him...]

Got another idea-- [He purrs, a second hand moving to aid him in plucking open Aziraphale's trousers.]

Kiss me.

[And once again, Crowley introduces him to an unexpected pleasure. He probably should not blame the demon, exactly, given he was the one who tempted Crowley into it... but thoughts of past temptations are very much not playing in Aziraphale's internal zoetrope just now.]

Another-

Ooh.

[Crowley's hands are working on the fastening of his trousers, and with a sudden flurry of inebriated want, Aziraphale's hands copy him. He'd rather like to see the entirety of Crowley's cock, and touch it, and perhaps taste it, but first he needs to follow that rumbling command.

He shifts even closer, nearly sitting in the demon's lap, and delicately smushes their mouths together.]

[Crowley's piss-drunk and base instinct, fumbling away with Aziraphale's buttons and leaning into the angel's own actions, but once those lips are on his he's seeing fireworks. Literally. Like in some dumb part of his completely smitten and intoxicated mind, he subconsciously miracles a few small rockets exploding in the sky above the bookshop.

Crowley gives himself fully to the kiss, pressing himself close, eyes fluttering shut and lips parting, a pleased sound muffled by the seal of their lips. His hands manage to finally work those trousers open, one of them slipping inside to palm at his prize while the other slides up, over Aziraphale's chest to gently cup at the side of his neck and cheek.]

[There's a noise from outside. It's not inside, therefore it doesn't matter!

Aziraphale's eyes cross briefly as Crowley's hand breaches his tartan boxers. He works harder at Crowley's trousers, and manages to unzip. The demon really shouldn't wear his clothes quite so tight, it makes it much more difficult to...

Ooh.

Ooh, it's so warm. Aziraphale nibbles at Crowley's lower lip, pleasantly lost in a haze of stimulation while he explores.]

[Crowley's vocalizations don't stop just because his lips are occupied. The curious, intrigued noises he makes as he feels the angel's length in his hand turn into light, airy, almost whimpering sounds as his own is tended to. Aziraphale's little nibble adds a gasp of surprise to the mix, Crowley's lips parting and tongue introducing itself to the mix.

Aziraphale tastes sweet, the strong taste and smell of liquor on his lips not enough to dampen what else is there, which Crowley finds more intoxicating than anything else. In this moment he realizes that not much else will ever compare to how wonderful this feels- can he have this all the time? One can only hope.]

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