"Yes," Crowley says at once, more a breathless whine than a word, answering all the questions at once. Yes, because of Aziraphale, always. Yes, he'll show him how it's done. Yes everything. Yes.

Aziraphale moving off him is only acceptable because it means Crowley can turn on his side and take a kiss, urgent and hungry, his hand coming up to cradle Aziraphale's face and keep his mouth upturned to his. "Could show you yours first?" he manages, somewhere between messy, eager kisses. "Take the edge off a bit." He already knows how to wait, he's been waiting for millennia, he'll manage. Won't be long now either way.