Crowley, more than a little distracted by wings and internal gloating and Aziraphale's smile, makes a muffled mph of surprise as he's pushed onto his back, followed by an ngk as Aziraphale palms his way down his chest. And then that palm is resting on his cock, and

"Oh, fuck..." Crowley breathes, suddenly agonizingly turned on. He licks his lips, and his hips lift into Aziraphale's hand, desperate for touch. "I don't...you..."

He groans, reaches up and places his hand atop the Aziraphale's, folds their fingers around himself. "...touch me. Please, angel, touch me."