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Aziraphale was a pro at attending conferences for work. He'd been doing this for long enough, at least once a year for ten years, so he knew to pack a few nice suits, some casual pieces for sightseeing depending on the city, and all the toiletries he'd need. Despite being in his forties, he still occasionally experienced heats, so he also packed his heat suppressants just in case.
However, this year was different. Eden Pharmaceuticals had it in the budget to send an extra person to a conference in Florence, and Crowley jumped at the opportunity.
"It'll be a good learning opportunity," Crowley told his manager eagerly, but Aziraphale knew he'd try to have some privacy with him once they were there, no one from work to keep an eye on them and their budding relationship. It'd be an opportunity to have a clandestine tryst, though Aziraphale wasn't one to mix business and pleasure… at least not the sexual kind.
The week of the conference arrived, and he reminded himself as he packed to remain professional. However, as they boarded the plane to Italy and Crowley flashed him that daring smile, Aziraphale knew he was doomed. Despite being a young alpha, still not sure what to do with his strength and ferocity, he knew a devilish grin could make even an older omega like Aziraphale blush.
The conference turned out to be a drag, as he expected. While he was attending workshops and networking with others in the pharmaceutical field, he caught himself glancing out the glass walls at the Arno River. He should've been taking notes on all the different drug developments and ways to better market and advertise heat suppressants or boosters, but Aziraphale found himself getting caught up in the romance of the city.
In the evening, when they'd retire to the hotel room, he sat on the balcony and sipped his aperol spritz, the sky matched his vibrant orange drink. Maybe he could sneak out tomorrow. When he did these conferences, Aziraphale often saved the sightseeing for the last day, but this time he felt a certain wanderlust for this gorgeous city.
A little while later, Crowley came back from his evening stroll of the city, carrying a box that smelled of tomato sauce and cheese. He set it down on the small hotel table and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his t-shirt. Aziraphale caught a flash of abs, smooth skin, and freckles, and flush rose in his body at the sight.
Crowley grinned and said, "Got us a pizza, the kind with the mozzarella and basil that you like."
Aziraphale smiled back. Despite this new relationship, he knew him well already. Crowley preferred pineapple on his pizza, but he had a feeling they didn't have a lot of pineapples in Florence.
"Thank you, dear."
"By the way," Crowley said as he got some dishes from the kitchen, "I was thinking, why don't we skip the conference tomorrow and do some sightseeing? There's a spa down the street, so we could stop by there for the day and get an early dinner." He looked over his shoulder at Aziraphale. "How's that for a plan?"
Come to think of it, Aziraphale was a bit stiff from the hotel beds, and he loved a good spa day.
"Temptation accomplished."
They enjoyed their pizza, during which Crowley poured them some wine as they enjoyed the sunset together on the balcony. His long legs propped on the railing, long and slim, and Aziraphale found himself eager to see his naked, sensual frame in a spa setting, even if he should look but not touch.
The next day, Aziraphale dressed comfortably and met Crowley down in the lobby, who was dressed in shorts and a Queen t-shirt, hands on waist and hips slightly cocked. Fuck. This man was gorgeous even when dressed down.
They made their way to Godersi la Vita, during which Aziraphale caught a whiff of Crowley's hair. Apparently he'd been using the hotel's shampoo, as it smelled like jasmine and fig. It made his mouth water as he imagined running a hand through those gorgeous locks.
The spa itself was tranquil and lovely, the front office playing calming music as they filled out the necessary paperwork. Afterwards, they were led to the changing area, and were instructed to change into their swim shorts before they went into the hot tub or sauna.
Aziraphale tended to avoid mirrors when he wore swimsuits. He knew he was a middle-aged omega, well past his prime, a little too much softness in the middle and along his thighs. Meanwhile, he caught himself glancing at the mirror's reflection to where Crowley was changing a few feet away, admiring the long lines and svelte sinew, perhaps not the ideal muscular alpha build but the man was like a statue carved just for Aziraphale. His eyes lingered on those slim pendulum hips and the dimples on his lower back, until Crowley glanced towards him and he averted his eyes, pretending he was tightening the strings on his shorts.
A moment later, as he gathered some towels to head into the sauna, he felt the press of skin against his back and lanky arms around his waist. "Angel," Crowley purred behind him, and Aziraphale felt him melt against him as he kissed along his shoulders and nuzzled into his neck. "Smell so good… are you in heat, by chance?"
Now, this would be an unfortunate day for that, even if there was a separate room for in case that happened, especially since he left his suppressants in the hotel room. "Don't think so," he groaned. "Think it was the cornettos I had this morning."
Crowley hummed again as he kissed behind his ear. "Mmmm, would like to watch you eat cornettos," he whispered flirtatiously. His hands slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts, and Aziraphale shivered at the contact. "How about some privacy in the sauna?"
Aziraphale gasped, but then turned his head and smirked at his alpha. "Temptation accomplished."
The heat and humidity hit him as they settled into the sauna, though that paled in comparison to Crowley hands stroking and kneading him. He slipped off Aziraphale's shorts, and they gasped in unison when his cock sprung out.
"Oh angel," Crowley sighed as he nudged him to lay down on the bench, and he settled between his thighs. He watched as Crowley kissed up his thigh and squeezed his belly, and Aziraphale couldn't tell if he was flushing from the sauna or from Crowley's reverent gaze on him. "Been wanting to get my hands on you this whole trip."
Aziraphale giggled. "Couldn't pull me into the hotel beds? Or the shower."
"Nahhh, too expected," Crowley purred as he pecked the skin around Aziraphale's cock and the hood of his clitoris. "Wanted something a little special, for the two of us."
It was then that Aziraphale remembered he told him during their first time to not hold back when they were together. He wiggled to himself that Crowley had listened.
"When in Florence, then?" he teased.
Crowley chuckled seductively as he pecked his cockhead. "When in Florence," he confirmed as he popped the tip into his mouth.
Aziraphale groaned, hand running through Crowley hair as he lightly tugged him up and down his cock. It took everything in him to not dissolve in that sauna, between the heat around him and encompassing him as Crowley bobbed his head, his tongue truly wicked as it lapped along his sides. When he came down over his cock again, Aziraphale tilted his head back and made no effort in suppressing his moans, echoing in the small sauna.
He gasped as he felt two fingers probe along his folds, and he quivered at this new, dueling sensation Crowley was giving him. Crowley already knew how to rile him up, to pleasure both his cock and his clit at the same time. What the alpha might've lacked in confidence, he made up for in determination, and he was certainly determined to keep Aziraphale on his toes.
His mouth slid off his cock, though he continued to stroke him while his other hand flicked his clitoris. Aziraphale lifted his head so he could watch him, and Crowley's darkening eyes gazed up at him as he lowered towards his folds. They kept contact as Crowley drew a line up his folds with his tongue, and Aziraphale moaned as his back arched like a bow and sparks flew in his being.
Between the firm grip on his cock and that wicked tongue, Crowley was quickly driving Aziraphale towards a powerful orgasm. They were already hot and sticky from the sauna, but new waves of heat were swimming through his belly and head. He ran a hand through his hair, drenched from his own sweat, and tried to concentrate on breathing, though his breaths turned into groans and grunts.
When Crowley swirled his tongue around his clit, he came, spilling into Crowley's hand and tongue and convulsing in their seats in the sauna. He worried for a moment about sliding off the bench and onto the floor due to how sweating and slipping he'd gotten, but Crowley held onto him as he continued to lick him up like a man who had found a fertile oasis in the desert. As he panted and shivered through his orgasm, Crowley had the sense to hand him a water bottle, and Aziraphale splashed water into his face as he came down from his high, instantly cooling himself down. Aziraphale felt soft hands and gentle lips on his stomach, and he glanced down and smiled at Crowley's smirk and sweet eyes watching him.
"My turn," Aziraphale whispered, sitting up and lowering himself onto his wobbly knees as he settled between Crowley's long legs. Crowley's eyes widened as he watched Aziraphale kiss his kneecap then up his leg and high, kissing one as his hand massaged the other, and he slumped and sighed as Aziraphale kissed and teased the skin around his cock. Aziraphale had only done this once before, during their first time in the Eden Pharmaceuticals elevator. Usually Crowley was all too eager to get his omega off, forgoing his own pleasure for Aziraphale's, though this time Aziraphale wanted to do the pleasuring.
"You ssssssure about this ang -?" though Aziraphale cut him off with a kiss at his cockhead, making the redhead blush. He was already drenched in sweat, his hair partially wet and sticking to his neck, though he looked beautiful even still. Crowley ran a hand through Aziraphale's head and said, "Pace yourself, it was already hot in here before we started messing around in here."
Aziraphale giggled as he pecked and licked up and down the sides, making Crowley tilt his head to the side and softly growl. "Feel free to use me dear," he told him, lightly jerking him at the base.
"Ngk," Crowley gasped as Aziraphale mouthed and swirled his tongue around the head of his cock. The sweat had him surprisingly easy to slip his mouth over, bobbing his head up and down with hardly any effort. All the while Crowley breathed out, "Oh, fuck, you're so good at this," and tilted head head back against the wall of the sauna, enjoying this switch up in their dynamic.
Crowley didn't rush to take control, instead letting his legs shake and spread to allow Aziraphale to suck him off. Between the heat of the sauna and the alpha's alluring musk, Aziraphale felt himself slipping into a certain high where all was good and nice, where he was making his alpha moan and catch his breath as he slurped up a bit of precum like it was a fine sauce and then went back to enjoying the slide and girth of his cock.
Crowley's hand shook as it rested on his hip, as if he wanted to reach out and touch but was still holding back. Well, that simply wouldn't do. Feeling bold, Aziraphale hummed and took his hand and directed it into his curls, frizzy and damp from the sauna, then motioned at Crowley to let him…
Getting the idea, Crowley gripped Aziraphale's hair and carefully tugged him up then down over his cock. Aziraphale moaned, feeling deliciously used as Crowley continued this motion, slowly at first, simply enjoying the moment. After a few tugs, he tested the water, becoming a little rougher and taking Aziraphale deeper. Soon enough, Aziraphale's nose was pressed against his hip, and the omega moaned around his cock. Their eyes met, Crowley looking utterly wrecked at the sight of Aziraphale taking his cock, and Aziraphale nodded at him to keep going.
"Fuck," Crowley said as he started to thrust his hips, and Aziraphale let himself slip into that lustful haze again. Over the months, they'd kept their relationship under wraps, not wanting to show too much affection when they were at work and saving it for when they had clocked out. Now, they were in this city where no one knew them or their dynamic. Perhaps one of these days, they could have a more open connection, one where they wouldn't have to hide anything from their supervisors or colleagues, as long as they stayed professional at work. For now, Aziraphale was grateful for this dalliance here in Florence.
Soon enough, Crowley was sliding down his throat, not wanting to leave the heat and tightness of his mouth, and Aziraphale was humming around his cock, the flush in his cheeks spreading down into his neck and chest. He watched the sweat run along the length of his neck and down into his clavical, and Aziraphale imagined following the beads of sweat with his tongue. For now, he was enjoying the taste of Crowley, the occasional salty bitterness of precum and the earthiness of his musk, and Aziraphale wanted to stay here all day and make Crowley chase his pleasure. He certainly deserved this, with how well he'd been with Aziraphale the past few months. Even as an alpha, he knew better than to be forceful with these things, even with an older, experienced omega.
Crowley's hips became more frantic with their movement, and Aziraphale knew he wasn't going to last much longer. "I'm about to come," Crowley hissed through gritted teeth, feeding his cock into Aziraphale's mouth. Despite Crowley gripping his head, Aziraphale managed to look up and nod at him.
With one more erratic thrust, Crowley let out a strangled groan as he spurt down Aziraphale's throat, and Aziraphale held still, enjoying the overwhelming saltiness and sucking him down like he was a savory cocktail. His hips continued to jerk, though slowed as his body went limp, and Aziraphale nuzzled into his skin as he drank the last of him down.
Crowley managed to find his strength again as he tugged Aziraphale off, still catching his breath as he cradled Aziraphale's face into his hand. "You're…" he said between breaths, and he smirked, "such a bastard."
Aziraphale chuckled as he stood up and kissed Crowley's lips, his kiss hard and urgent, like he was trying to taste himself on Aziraphale's lips. They slumped onto the bench together, the smell of sex heavy in the small, private sauna, and Crowley interweaved his fingers into Aziraphale's. He kissed Aziraphale's forehead, then said, "Think we've been in here longer than we should've. Should we check out the refreshments and pool?"
The blonde hummed and kissed his hand. "Yes, let's," he said. "And I fully expect you to ravage me again while we're there."
Crowley raised a dark eyebrow. "You sure you don't have your heat?"
"Dear boy, I'm well past forty, I'm lucky if I get a heat once or twice a year."
"Have you had a heat yet this year?" he asked hopefully.
Aziraphale didn't answer him, instead stood up and pulled Crowley to his feet. "Mmmm, perhaps we can also break out the good stuff once we're back in the hotel room," he said as they walked out of the sauna, Aziraphale suddenly feeling much less shy about being seen naked in this spa. "In addition to Diana, I also brought some Venus, and some Mercury in case you needed it. Also of course cornettos," he added with a wink.
Crowley cackled. "Already told you before," Crowley said as he playfully smacked his bum, "you're my little green pill."
Perhaps this week in Florence wouldn't be such a drag after all, Aziraphale decided as they made their way over to the pool and refreshments table. He never would've guessed such a tryst in Florence, but maybe this wouldn't have to be the last time they went to a conference together.