There's a joy to this that's as good as what came before it, this unhurried stroking and new familiarity, the easy kisses and caresses and endearments without the push of immediate need behind them. Light and giddy and wonderful.

Crowley yelps at the sudden sharp pain, then laughs, leaning up a little so he can smirk down at Aziraphale. "Angel, if you really think I've never dreamt about you pinching my arse, you've got another thing coming.'