Dive Deep into Creativity: Discover, Share, Inspire
Smut War Fic - Blog Posts
i painted this
hi res art post coming soon to a tumblr blog near you @goodomensafterdark @thescholarlystrumpet
The Rest is Silence - Smut War fic!
art by Quona
Crowley’s hands are bound by a pale tartan bowtie, stretched above his mussed red crown of hair. His chest expands, lungs like bellows, exhaling hot bursts into the air of the empty shop. His jeans were miracled carelessly away to leave him straining in black silk pants. The Angel’s hands have not yet closed around their prize but it twitches in anticipation of their journey.
Aziraphale’s mouth is busy sucking lewd bruises into Crowley’s lean inner thigh. His thick fingers knead at the tight muscles as they flex, slung over his broad shoulders. The Angel’s shirt is unbuttoned where the tie sat moments before, sleeves rolled to the elbows. He is otherwise comparatively clothed. The bulge below his waist presses insistently, uncomfortably, at the seam of his trousers. But it is an afterthought, a mere distraction.
The ache of his arousal is an aperitif and the Demon spread out on the desktop is the meal.