It had all started with that simple daring kiss and then suddenly they were clawing at each other's arms, struggling with clothing and stumbling to Crowley's bedroom.
Aziraphale's hot breath fanned across the Demom's neck and Crowley felt a blush creeping up his neck as the Angel kissed it. Everything that Aziraphale was doing at that moment was flustering Crowley. From the passionate kissing and nipping at his neck, to the knee Zira shoved between Crowley thighs as he pushed the demon up against his bedroom door. Quiet and breathy moans were all that could escape Crowley's mouth and Aziraphale quite enjoyed the zounds the Demon was making.
With a weak snap of Crowley's fingers, the door behind him opened and they stumbled into the room. More clothes were discarded.
Crowley's shirt. Aziraphale's jacket. Aziraphale's tie. Crowley's pants. Aziraphale's vest.
Then as Crowley went to continue with the buttons of the Angel's shirt he pulled away. Only one button remained, leaving the shirt hanging freely on on his angelic form. They both panted, gasping for the air that they didn't need and Aziraphale pressed his hips into Crowley's, but something pressed into their hips that wasn't either of their erections.
A confused expression crossed the Angel's face and he dug into his pocket, trying to find whatever it was that was disrupting them. Finally what he pulled out was a small pink object.

"Peppa?? What are you doing in my pocket while I'm about to fuck Crowley??" Aziraphale questioned and Crowley rolled his eyes.

"I should have never exposed you to this generation's meme culture... Now please fuck me, Angel..."

A/N: I'm sorry for that short crack fic. I dont't even know where it came from....😂😅