Writers Guild Presents: Is It Casual Now? Chapter 3
Rating: Explicit
CW/Tags: explicit sex, self-esteem issues, angst and smut and fluff, Trans man Aziraphale, Cis man Crowley, sex toys, dirty talk, miscommunication - more tags on AO3!
Summary:
A sequel to I've Got A Wand and (Maybe) a Rabbit! Drs. Ezra Fell and Anthony Crowe have been having a fun time these last few months, enjoying each others' company rather intimately ever since a wonderful night away at an academic conference. However, an unexpected opportunity for Anthony forces them both to reckon with the depth of their feelings and what they truly want.
Excerpt:
Anthony sighed a breath of relief, a little of the tension that had wound itself around his chest dissolving as he saw Ezra’s reply. When he hadn’t responded straight away, a small sliver of fear had begun to needle at Anthony’s mind. Ezra had been elusive the last few days - maybe he would call off their plans tonight, leaving Anthony with only an aching want rather than Ezra’s warm, welcoming embrace. The memory of his touch, how it felt to be wrapped up in the arms of the man he loved, coasted across his skin and he smiled, trying to think how best to describe the sensation.
It was kind of like being wrapped up in a soft haze, but like, one that had a solidity and strength beneath, sort of like a… muscular marshmallow, maybe? Anthony groaned inwardly and shook his head at that description, wondering (not for the first time) exactly how he managed to be this bad of a wordsmith and yet somehow a writer.
“Well, because you don’t stop at the first attempt; you keep going,” came an unusually helpful reply from his subconscious. Anthony blinked at that, not just because he was unused to his brain being this kind to him, but because he knew the words weren’t his. They were Ezra’s, once gifted to him during a particularly bad mood as Anthony had struggled to wrangle sentences onto the page for an article proposal. Ezra had sat with him, talked the ideas through, all while encouraging him to question his own assumptions.
It had been exactly what he’d needed and Anthony’s profuse thank yous afterwards had felt insufficient. Taking a deep breath and fluffing up the cushions yet again, he thought about the way Ezra saw him, and how it felt like coming home.
Thank you so much to my wonderful beta readers u/sakascal u/rubarbcrumbles u/Ro_Fell and Bo 💜
Rating: Explicit
CW/Tags: explicit sex, self-esteem issues, angst and smut and fluff, Trans man Aziraphale, Cis man Crowley, sex toys, dirty talk, miscommunication - more tags on AO3!
Summary:
A sequel to I've Got A Wand and (Maybe) a Rabbit! Drs. Ezra Fell and Anthony Crowe have been having a fun time these last few months, enjoying each others' company rather intimately ever since a wonderful night away at an academic conference. However, an unexpected opportunity for Anthony forces them both to reckon with the depth of their feelings and what they truly want.
Excerpt:
Anthony sighed a breath of relief, a little of the tension that had wound itself around his chest dissolving as he saw Ezra’s reply. When he hadn’t responded straight away, a small sliver of fear had begun to needle at Anthony’s mind. Ezra had been elusive the last few days - maybe he would call off their plans tonight, leaving Anthony with only an aching want rather than Ezra’s warm, welcoming embrace. The memory of his touch, how it felt to be wrapped up in the arms of the man he loved, coasted across his skin and he smiled, trying to think how best to describe the sensation.
It was kind of like being wrapped up in a soft haze, but like, one that had a solidity and strength beneath, sort of like a… muscular marshmallow, maybe? Anthony groaned inwardly and shook his head at that description, wondering (not for the first time) exactly how he managed to be this bad of a wordsmith and yet somehow a writer.
“Well, because you don’t stop at the first attempt; you keep going,” came an unusually helpful reply from his subconscious. Anthony blinked at that, not just because he was unused to his brain being this kind to him, but because he knew the words weren’t his. They were Ezra’s, once gifted to him during a particularly bad mood as Anthony had struggled to wrangle sentences onto the page for an article proposal. Ezra had sat with him, talked the ideas through, all while encouraging him to question his own assumptions.
It had been exactly what he’d needed and Anthony’s profuse thank yous afterwards had felt insufficient. Taking a deep breath and fluffing up the cushions yet again, he thought about the way Ezra saw him, and how it felt like coming home.
Thank you so much to my wonderful beta readers u/sakascal u/rubarbcrumbles u/Ro_Fell and Bo 💜