Aziraphale's laughter peters out, a rosy blush blooming on his face as if he were the one who was pinched. He stares up at Crowley, eyes innocently wide as he absently soothes the squeezed spot on Crowley's backside before drawing up his fingertips in restless lines over his back and sides.

"Is that so?" Clearly, he has a lot to learn about what his lovely demon has fantasized about over the centuries. "What else have you dreamt about me doing to you?" His blush deepens, as does the look in his eyes. "Because I'd very much like to make your dreams come true."