Title: Whipped
Author: Corporal Katz
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Light BDSM
Note: For Vulgarweed, written as comment porn.
Summary: Aziraphale want's to try something a little... different.***
When Aziraphale had mentioned that he wanted to try something a little more exciting Crowley hadn't dared dreamed* that the angel would suggest this. He had almost choked on his wine when Aziraphale produced the pair of pink fluffy handcuffs, which he had somehow acquired from a local porn shop, and a large soft strip of cloth over a few after-dinner drinks at his stylish flat earlier that evening.
"Mmh mmp!" Crowley panted around his gag and tugged at his restraints. This was utterly humiliating. It was very hot and humid in the bedroom, and sweat from his flushed face trickled down his throat and bare chest. Thank Chri - Someone the kinky bastard didn't have access to a camera.
"What was that?" asked Aziraphale. He was smiling far too innocently for a heavenly creature that had, less than a moment before, had a mouth full of demon dick.
"Mmh mmp!"
"You want me to keep going?"
Crowley nodded eagerly. He longed to touch his aching cock, to wrap his fingers around the rigid, saliva-slicked shaft and give it the attention it was begging for.
"Well, alright, but first you must let me do one thing..."
The demon gave an impatient grunt of approval and Aziraphale quickly disappeared into the lounge room. A few moments later he cheerfully reappeared, wearing a black PVC corset and wielding what looked to be a small, cheap, multi-tailed leather whip.
"You've been very naughty, my dear," the angel leered (rather badly), approaching at him slowly. "I am going to give you such a thwarting."
Crowley moaned in self-pity.
It was going to be a very long night.
(*Though he once had one that involved an unmentionable amount of alcohol, chocolate frosting, sprinkles, and a certain blond-haired associate.)
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