GOAD Writer's Guild: LAY THEE SINNER, 'NEATH THE CROSS AND POLE (Ch. 13)
(Woooo I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday, and welcome back! Had a wee break there, but we're back with more steamy goodness! Things are getting a bit intense with these two, but I promise the emotional and sensual edging will come to an end, explosively hehe, for everyone! Thank you goad for everything and letting me constantly harrass y'all with this story, and u/she-makes-things for the beta work, and being a cheerleader! Once again, thank you to u/gleafer for the beautiful artwork! Let's GET IT!!)
Lay Thee Sinner, Neath The Cross and Pole
By ElysiumLeo
Rating: E
Story CW: Age Gap Romance, Priest/Stripper Romantic Affair, Trauma Healing, Religious Trauma, Relationship Trauma, Smut (a lot of smut), Pole Dancer AU, Priest AU, Human AU, Younger Crowley, Older Aziraphale, Priest Aziraphale, Stripper Crowley, "The Arrangement" (But it's all smut), Non-Binary Crowley, Crowley has Chronic Pain, Surprise Cameos, THIS STORY HAS A SOUNDTRACK!
CW for chapter: Emotional rollercoaster, lingerie, strip tease (full nude!), consensual heavy petting, smoking, suggestive language and seduction
Summary:
Aziraphale questioned how he got to this point in his life. With a quick mental check, he realised that there were four uncomfortable truths he had to come to terms with in very quick succession:
He was 50 years old, and had never done anything as insane as this in his quiet, celibate life.
There was a pretty obvious reason why he'd reluctantly chosen a career as a priest.
He didn’t particularly hate the fact that his bastard friend thought a strip club was a good idea to celebrate his Golden Birthday.
He might be irrevocably in love with the half naked, 30-something red-head currently giving him a lapdance in the middle of said strip club.
Chapter excerpt:
Crowley grinned, that daring temptation flashing in his serpent eyes as he watched the man squirm before him. He liked the way Aziraphale seemed captivated by the sight of him, his dancer’s body on full display even in the lowered lights of a golden lamp that shimmered in the corner of the room. Without hesitation, Crowley stepped forward, pressing one knee into the sofa cushions before carefully straddling Aziraphale’s lap. He didn’t sit down fully, his thighs bracketing Aziraphale’s legs as he smiled down at him from his perch. “Alright… the hour has begun. Anything specific you’d like to request? Something that you’ve been really dying to try but haven’t worked up the nerve to yet? We’ve got plenty of time, sweetheart.”
Aziraphale hesitated, swallowing thickly before glancing down at the dancer’s waist. After a moment, he lifted his empty hand from his own lap, his fingers ghosting closer to that bare, naked skin for a second and freezing just before he managed to make contact. Huffing quietly and visibly uncertain of his actions, Aziraphale shook his head before glancing up at the red-head and chewing his lower lip. “I-I’m not sure… I don’t know what I could really ask for.”
Crowley hesitated, the gentle sway of his hips pausing as he glanced down at the man between his legs. Without speaking, he reached out and took a hold of Aziraphale’s wrist. He could feel the thrum of his pulse beneath his thumb, and with a gentle smile, Crowley carefully massaged the pulse point. Then, as he kept his eyes locked on the blond’s stunned features, Crowley carefully tugged on his wrist, pulling it closer to his body until, at long last, he felt the cool brush of Aziraphale’s palm on his bare hip. It was enticing, feeling the brush of that soft hand on his skin and a little shiver of anticipation quickly grew within Crowley as he pressed the blond’s hand more firmly to his body. “No need to be nervous, angel. Remember… you can touch me here if you want to. As for the dance, we can do just as we always have at the Silver Needle and I can just dance for you. Or if you want, I can strip for you again. You liked it back in the Champagne Room, right?”
Beneath him, Aziraphale jolted as his eyes widened. Crowley could see that shock brewing in Aziraphale’s eyes and the precise moment that first real contact had struck a cord inside the man. From experience, Crowley knew exactly what was going through his head as those clear blue eyes locked on the point where his hand met Crowley’s body. It took Aziraphale a long moment to muster up the words to speak, his breath catching in his chest before he finally spoke, the timbre of his voice croaking slightly. “Y-Yes… I did. Very much so. I-I also like it when you… when you sit on my lap. It feels good… comforting.”
Crowley beamed, listening to Aziraphale as he finally cracked the shell of his apprehension to speak his wants. Feeling a little shiver of his own, Crowley glanced down, watching as Aziraphale’s fingers gently massaged his bare hip, feeling out the map of smooth skin for a moment before tenderly tracing down to graze over the serpent tattoo around his thigh. Taking a sip of his own wine, Crowley carefully set the glass aside before placing his hands on Aziraphale’s shoulders. “You got it, angel. Shall we see what kind of fun we can get up to now...?”
(Woooo I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday, and welcome back! Had a wee break there, but we're back with more steamy goodness! Things are getting a bit intense with these two, but I promise the emotional and sensual edging will come to an end, explosively hehe, for everyone! Thank you goad for everything and letting me constantly harrass y'all with this story, and u/she-makes-things for the beta work, and being a cheerleader! Once again, thank you to u/gleafer for the beautiful artwork! Let's GET IT!!)
Lay Thee Sinner, Neath The Cross and Pole
By ElysiumLeo
Rating: E
Story CW: Age Gap Romance, Priest/Stripper Romantic Affair, Trauma Healing, Religious Trauma, Relationship Trauma, Smut (a lot of smut), Pole Dancer AU, Priest AU, Human AU, Younger Crowley, Older Aziraphale, Priest Aziraphale, Stripper Crowley, "The Arrangement" (But it's all smut), Non-Binary Crowley, Crowley has Chronic Pain, Surprise Cameos, THIS STORY HAS A SOUNDTRACK!
CW for chapter: Emotional rollercoaster, lingerie, strip tease (full nude!), consensual heavy petting, smoking, suggestive language and seduction
Summary:
Aziraphale questioned how he got to this point in his life. With a quick mental check, he realised that there were four uncomfortable truths he had to come to terms with in very quick succession:
He was 50 years old, and had never done anything as insane as this in his quiet, celibate life.
There was a pretty obvious reason why he'd reluctantly chosen a career as a priest.
He didn’t particularly hate the fact that his bastard friend thought a strip club was a good idea to celebrate his Golden Birthday.
He might be irrevocably in love with the half naked, 30-something red-head currently giving him a lapdance in the middle of said strip club.
Chapter excerpt:
Crowley grinned, that daring temptation flashing in his serpent eyes as he watched the man squirm before him. He liked the way Aziraphale seemed captivated by the sight of him, his dancer’s body on full display even in the lowered lights of a golden lamp that shimmered in the corner of the room. Without hesitation, Crowley stepped forward, pressing one knee into the sofa cushions before carefully straddling Aziraphale’s lap. He didn’t sit down fully, his thighs bracketing Aziraphale’s legs as he smiled down at him from his perch. “Alright… the hour has begun. Anything specific you’d like to request? Something that you’ve been really dying to try but haven’t worked up the nerve to yet? We’ve got plenty of time, sweetheart.”
Aziraphale hesitated, swallowing thickly before glancing down at the dancer’s waist. After a moment, he lifted his empty hand from his own lap, his fingers ghosting closer to that bare, naked skin for a second and freezing just before he managed to make contact. Huffing quietly and visibly uncertain of his actions, Aziraphale shook his head before glancing up at the red-head and chewing his lower lip. “I-I’m not sure… I don’t know what I could really ask for.”
Crowley hesitated, the gentle sway of his hips pausing as he glanced down at the man between his legs. Without speaking, he reached out and took a hold of Aziraphale’s wrist. He could feel the thrum of his pulse beneath his thumb, and with a gentle smile, Crowley carefully massaged the pulse point. Then, as he kept his eyes locked on the blond’s stunned features, Crowley carefully tugged on his wrist, pulling it closer to his body until, at long last, he felt the cool brush of Aziraphale’s palm on his bare hip. It was enticing, feeling the brush of that soft hand on his skin and a little shiver of anticipation quickly grew within Crowley as he pressed the blond’s hand more firmly to his body. “No need to be nervous, angel. Remember… you can touch me here if you want to. As for the dance, we can do just as we always have at the Silver Needle and I can just dance for you. Or if you want, I can strip for you again. You liked it back in the Champagne Room, right?”
Beneath him, Aziraphale jolted as his eyes widened. Crowley could see that shock brewing in Aziraphale’s eyes and the precise moment that first real contact had struck a cord inside the man. From experience, Crowley knew exactly what was going through his head as those clear blue eyes locked on the point where his hand met Crowley’s body. It took Aziraphale a long moment to muster up the words to speak, his breath catching in his chest before he finally spoke, the timbre of his voice croaking slightly. “Y-Yes… I did. Very much so. I-I also like it when you… when you sit on my lap. It feels good… comforting.”
Crowley beamed, listening to Aziraphale as he finally cracked the shell of his apprehension to speak his wants. Feeling a little shiver of his own, Crowley glanced down, watching as Aziraphale’s fingers gently massaged his bare hip, feeling out the map of smooth skin for a moment before tenderly tracing down to graze over the serpent tattoo around his thigh. Taking a sip of his own wine, Crowley carefully set the glass aside before placing his hands on Aziraphale’s shoulders. “You got it, angel. Shall we see what kind of fun we can get up to now...?”