Aziraphale certainly sounds as though he's enjoying one of his favorite meals, lips and tongue sliding over Crowley's nipple, a purely cosmetic adornment on even the body of a human male... such a funny thing, these corporations, but so utterly delightful. He breaks off a moment while his spine is scratched a second time, all shivers and pleased noises, before alternating his mouth and hand, the tips of his fingers now slick with saliva from his earlier work.

"If we're to make any headway on your list, my darling, you'd best not." His words are muffled as he is not at all inclined to pull away from Crowley's chest a second time. His mouth and hands wander, tasting more of the demon's skin. It's earthy and salty and so distinctly Crowley. What a joy, to now know what Crowley tastes like.

Well, his skin, anyway... blushing, he looks up rather shyly for someone who recently had his mouth all over a demon's bare chest. "Crowley, dear... would you... that is, I'd like to, ah... pleasure you orally now. If that's something you'd like?"