"I'd rather you left your former boss out of this," Aziraphale says matter-of-factly, although he's smiling when he peeks up at Crowley, obviously pleased with the demon's reaction. He sucks one more love bite before lifting up his head and examining his handiwork. His technique is definitely improving; those last two marks might last a few days if Crowley doesn't miracle them away.

The scraping of nails up his back sets all his nerves alight and he arches into it with a surprised moan. "Oh, darling." But he doesn't let it distract him from his earlier intention to put his mouth to good use. He kisses lower, capturing one of Crowley's nipples between his lips, a hand sneaking up to the other.